I've been in the trenches for two days practicing my sniper skills with HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit while with the flu and today I was feeling a bit better so I had to go out...
I missed most of Arts Week especially the Photography champagne reception.
The Guardian centrefold showed a boy swimming in Wawa River in Bacoor, Cavite by Mike Alquinto. Were it not so depressing, the photo is beautiful. If you notice the garbage, it's mostly styrofoam. We use too much styrofoam in the Philippines mostly from evil Jollibee and MacDonald's....
....while the Times Magazine chose to reprint the iconic photograph of Mt. Pinatubo's main eruption.
The student paper is critical of the University accepting Stanley Ho's £2.5M "donation" and mentions his links to the mob and his refusal to attend an organised crime inquest in the Philippines. He has a floating casino in Manila Bay. Really dodgy character.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit host a Pinoy dinner...
The Nashman cooks a refined version of Orange Chicken Tagine with dates from Algeria, oranges from Seville, and spices from Northern Africa. This is the works baby. It's considered a Pinoy dish because The Nashman cooked it and Pinoys will eat anything.
Clinton manages to get oxtail from the butchers and makes Kare-kare. It looks ugly but the oxtail was melt in the mouth delicious. Makakalimutan mo pangalan mo sa sarap.
Alamang for the kare-kare and a smooth red Wine from the Wadham cellars to go with it.
The patay-gutoms who were invited - Anna (HRO Karl Willem's Portuguese language coach, for the upcoming Brasil expedition); Katya (HRO Karl Willem's Russian voice coach, for the upcoming Kamchatka Peninsula expedition); Anna (Who came from Sweden to relay a message from King Carl XVI for HRO Karl Willem's upcoming birthday); and Lourdes (the token Akbayan Anakpawis Asa-kapa AAA Jeepney Operators at Drivers Association partylist representative).
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit bring out the good times with Tanduay Rhum.
Finally, apologies for unleashing this sentimental eklat video of me trying to 'sing' despite my sore throat. It's my good friend's birthday today and I'm humming to a song na talaga namang makalag-lag panty. This lyrical masterpiece (pwe!) was a big hit way back in high school that if you were a member of a band and sang this, you'll definitely get de-virginised (or at least get to first base.) This song was so powerful that even if you were just the guy who played the triangle in the band, you'll still get laid. This is of course the farthest from my mind. I just want to sing it and didikit it to someone ispisyal. (Naks, FM radio retro.)