Magnum Silencium

I think it is only fitting to spend my last weekend as a 30 year old with a celebration. A very silent celebration. So, I spent it at the Sacred Heart Novitiate in a 3-day Silent Retreat.
Some 10 or so years ago, I've always joined my college org in its annual silent retreat for 4 consecutive years. And one of the things I remember during all those times was the feeling of.. happiness? No. It's more like a rejuvenation.
Not to pre-empt the closure of my bucket list, but the past months have been incredibly wonderful. And very exhausting! Moreso the past few weeks, where I have been trying to digest and cope with a great big transition I'm bout to do. So with my year that was, coupled with my being emotional the past days, I knew I needed to be alone with my God. I needed to be rejuvenated, and the only way I can do it is with Him.
Indulge me on this, but I cannot.. Will not share the things that happened during my silent retreat. I think its best to leave it between me, my God and the trees in Sacred Heart who bore witness to my retreat.
Allow me however to share with you what Fr Chris, my Retreat Director shared with me during this time:


May you not be afraid of the questions that press upon your mind and heart. May you welcome the questions and wait patiently for the day when they will have their answers. (Mt 11:3)

May you awake each morning with thank you on your lips and in your heart, recognizing that all is gift, that all is blessing (Ps 138:1).


And that, friends, was how I spent the last weekend of my being 30.. Magnum silencium.



When: Feb 9-11
Where: Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches
Who (RD): Fr Chris Dumadag, SJ

Reading Schmeading


When I was a kid, I can't forget the times when my kuya would go crazy in a bookstore. He'd get all the books he wanted to read and my parents without question would buy it for him. When I asked them why my kuya could get any book he wanted without any whining, pleading and weeping, my parents simply said: "we shouldn't be frugal with books. (Hindi dapat tinitipid ang libro) If you want to read, then we'll buy you all the books you want to read." Hence, my brother's book collection. Yup, collection. He has hundreds! And he read everyone of them at least twice.

Me? Well, I tried to read when I was a kid. When my brother was in the Hardy Boys phase, I was in my Nancy Drew's. But while my Kuya levelled up in the books he read after, I.. Well, I kinda levelled up also. Levelled up in laughing aloud while reading archie comics lying around the house.
Because of a report I had to do in high school though, my brother lent me one his books: Congo by Michael Crichton. I didn't think I was gonna finish it cause of you know, the "many pages with small font." But I did. And much to my surprise, I loved it. My kuya started encouraging me to read more by giving me other books to read since that time.. more Michael Crichton, Sydney Sheldon, John Grisham, Tom Clancy..
And I loved everyone of them. However, I realized that though they were very very good reads, they're so um, "mascunily?" So I started to collect my own sets of books.. Starting with good ol' Paolo Coelho. Kuya abhors it though and doesn't get what I like him and his books. Hehe!
So anyway, in recognition to our family, who buys books because bawal tipidin ang mga libro, I was set to finally finish reading a dozen books. What my brother would probably finish in 2 months, I did in 12. What?? I've been sooo busy! Haha! Oh well.
Without further ado, below are the 12 books I read the past 12 months, in order of likeability (for me, cause you know it is my list). I won't bore you with summaries of each, cause this wasn't intended to be a book review anyway. But I'd note some items I think worth mentioning:
  1. Undead and Undermined (Mary Janice Davidson)
    Completed last January 14, 2012 (Note: My favoritest author in the whole wide world!!! Little does everyone know but she pioneered the vampire chic lit. SHE! It was her! and not that overrated author who wrote the twilight whatever saga. Pfft.)
  2. Undead and Unfinished (Mary Janice Davidson) 
    Completed last March 10, 2011
  3. Twenties girl (Sophie Kinsella)
    Completed last June 25, 2011 (Note: The first and only book which made me cry. Sophie Kinsella's best, if I may say.)

  4. Hunger games (Book I ) (Suzanne Collins) 
    Completed last Jan 18, 2012 (ok ok Rain, you win! You're right when you said this was really good. I shouldn't have resisted for so long. May the odds be ever in our favor.)
  5. Mockingjay (Hunger Games Book III) (Suzanne Collins)
    Completed last Feb 1, 2012
  6. Catching Fire (Hunger Games Book II) (Suzanne Collins)
    Completed last Jan 22, 2012
  7. Me Myself and Why (Mary Janice Davidson)
    Completed last Feb 10, 2012
  8. Remember Me (Sophie Kinsella)
    Completed last June 18, 2011
  9. LA candy (Lauren Conrad)
    Completed last July 7, 2011 (Note: Yes, Lauren Conrad. Don't judge! I liked her in MTV's Laguna Beach and The Hills!)
  10. Sugar and Spice (Lauren Conrad) 
    Completed last Jan 10, 2012
  11. Mini Shoppaholic (Sophie Kinsella)
    Completed last May 15, 2011
  12. Sweet Little Lies (Lauren Conrad)
    Completed last July 10, 2011

I know I won't stop there though. There are still books I want to read.. The new Paolo Coelho, the latest Ryan books from Tom Clancy, the Chronicles of Narnia (kuya says the books are much much better than the movies), and of course.. All the archie comics, pugad baboy and beerkada I'd find all over our house. Hehe. ;)




When: March 2011 - Feb 2012
Where: Everywhere
  

Baby You Can Drive My Car

As everyone would be (correctly) assuming right now, I have been looking for a Porsche to drive since I started this bucket list almost a year ago. Nevermind the trips to be scheduled, the things to buy and the hours to waste planning for something.. I just wanted to drive a Porsche! And as everyone would also be (still correctly) assume right now, this is one of the hardest things to do in my list. Only because I have noooo idea where or how to get my hands on one!
So one day, during one of our beer binging sessions, I started to rant to my friends about driving a Porsche and about how it’s so hard to find the person who knows someone who owns one. Very casually, my good friend John blurts out "Oh I have a friend. He owns one. I can call him?"
So I was like, okaaaaay. But I knew that was just one of those conversations over beer when everyone'd forget what was talked about. Months passed, a thousand items were crossed off my list (ok ok, haha! not a thousand. but 25 to be exact), and John, out of the blue, tells me "May utang ako sayo. I promised you that'd be my birthday gift. Are you free this weekend for your Porsche thing?"
I was floored. Of course I'd be free! Whatever it was that I was gonna do, I'd drop. for the Porsche.

Porsche Boxster '99

Anyway, fast forward to the weekend, and I didn't know what to expect. John and I went to South to meet with his friend. And as soon as we got over to where we were supposed to meet up.. a jet black Porsche Boxster '99 pulls over!
Ohmygosh! I still feel giddy just thinking about it now. I couldn't contain my excitement that I practically screamed inside John's car when he pointed the car out. I was screaming so happily that even John, a very composed tall basketball-playing dude, almost screamed with me. It was hilarious!


He introduced me to his friend Mickey, who I tell you, is one of the most down to earth, nicest, kindest and most humble person you'll ever meet. He stepped out of his car, and right there and then, gave me the reigns to the Porsche.
Oh oh. Lest I forget. Before I got in his car, he asked: "Uh, so you want me to put the top down?"
Oh that kind dude..! Hell, of course I'd love that!

Ang gwapo ng car!!!

listening to Mickey's final instructions.

He pushed a button, and then the top slowly, as if teasing me, went down. I stepped inside the car, felt the AC still on, and you know, laughed. Laughed, smiled, whined in happiness, blabbered inaudible things and laughed some more.
I looked at John and Mickey, and both of them commanded me to "GO!"
So I went.

i was driving this time.. i just passed by John who was holding on to the camera. hehe!
Oh.my.god. I heard Mickey say that the car's engine was only 2.0 (did he just say only? Kill me.) But everytime I'd step on the gas, I thought I was in a race car. The engine roared louder than any car I ever drove. I know I know.. it doesn't mean that it's a race car. But I’m just a pretty little girl who doesn’t know shit about cars. And for me, it felt like I was in one. So don’t rain on my parade. Haha.
At first, I was fidgety. I mean, I was driving someone else's car, and a Porsche convertible at that. And the top was down so the few people in the street were looking. And my friend was teasing. And the owner was watching. Of course, I'd feel jittery! But I still drove. And as I drove along the stretch of the street, I felt my groove on. I shifted between gears, smiling as I coasted along the way. Feeling confident already, I reached the end of the street. It was a dead-end so obviously, I had to go back. I turned to prepare for a U-turn, then reversed.
Tapsos namatayan ako ng makina.
I swear, all the bravado I felt vanished so quickly that I felt as if someone poured cold water over my head. "Ok, I still got this." I thought as I tried to calm myself down. I just needed to turn the engine on again, reverse and drive.
The only problem was, I couldn’t find the key!!! It turns out that the key ignition was on the left side of the wheel instead of the usual right. I called John to ask them how I should turn the key ignition.. (I was disoriented already, ok?) And after hearing their hysterical laughter over their "Dude, what happened!??!!", I finally managed to turn the engine back on.
I shifted the gear to reverse and as I was starting to step on the gas, namatayan ulit ako.
That happened thrice. Thrice can you believe!? I’m never ever gonna live that down.
Anyway, I continued to drive with Mickey's permission to "drive anywhere.,” So I drove, and drove and drove. I passed by one of the basketball courts with kids playing, and I heard one of them say "O, babae pa pala yung nagd-drive." That's when I remembered that the top was still down and I was cruising along a village in the South. I felt like a celebrity driving along Beverly Hills. Boo yeah! Can you get any cooler than that? Hahaha!

I finally ended my joyride, and hesitantly went out of the car to turn the reign over to Mickey. I didn't want it to end though, if given the choice. Seriously.
We capped the night with a couple of bottles and I thanked these 2 wonderful people profusely. The thing that I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to do, I did with a bang! But maybe, should there be a next time with the Porsche, I’d stop being a girl so much, and just shut and drive.



Boo yeah!



When: February 5, 2012
Where: Some village in the South
What: Porsche Boxter '99

And the wheels go round and round

Not only the wheels! But also the nuts, the bolts, the jack, the thing that you use with the jack. Ugh! Even my head spinned in confusion and agitation while I changed my brother and sister-in-law's car tire.
I thought it'd be a walk in the park! I mean, changing car tires? How hard can it be, right? You lift the car up with the jack, you loosen the screws (yup, I called them screws, walang pakielaman.) on the wheel, you remove the wheel, put the new one on, screw it up again and lower the car. Easy breezy!
But nooooo! It was anything but! My kuya, I think, who wanted to teach me a lesson or two in humility, made me do everything! I mean, I know I wanted to change car tires on my own, but looking for the tools?? Fixing the trunk afterwards? Really? Really???


looking for the tools
"Yes, really." my oh-so-kind-brother said sternly. Fine. So long as I kept my head straight, I'll be done in no time. No time indeed. I felt like there was no time, that's what!!! I spent a good 5 minutes just looking for that part under the car where you should hook the jack up. Don't blame me! I had absolutely no f-in idea what the hell I'm supposed to look for!


Me: (reaching under the car): Kuys, wala eh..
Kuya: Anong wala?? Impossible yun.
Me: Wala talaga eh!
Kuya: Ano bang kinakapa mo??
Me: Um, ewan ko. Ano ba dapat feel nun?
I think I gave kuya and my friend a headache that time. Hahaha!


Anyway, so I finally managed to find it.. That slim ledge-like thing near the edge of the car. I hooked the jack up and got that level thing which I should use to turn the jack round and round so the car would lift. It was haaaaard! I couldn't get my "groove" on while turning the jack. There was absolutely no rythym in what I was doing. And it made my arms sore. No need to say this, but there was absolutely no help offered from the boys watching me. Grrreat.


no rhythm at all!
When the car was finally lifted high enough, I had to loosen the nuts and bolts. That, I did with a breeze! No soreness, no whining, no sarcasm. Woohoo!




Then came the tire. Uh-oh. I was able to get the tire out, that wasn't a problem. But when putting it back on? Aww man, aw man aw man! You know I'm thin right? You know I have puny arms right? You know how heavy a wheel is right? So do all of you get that it is not a proportionate partnership?? Ohgod, I can't lift the tire long enough to align it to that 4 things where the screws were originally. I'd lift the tire, try to align it for a second and then let the wheel drop back down. It didn't help also that there was little light around the area. It sucks pa when my brother would show me how its done easily, then remove the car tire again so I can do it myself.



tried once..


tried twice..


thrice..
finally!!
I finally managed though. I thought I was gonna break my arm in the process, but what the heck? All in the name of changing tires.
Putting the screws back on, and tightening them was my favorite part! I had to jump on that lever thing to make sure the bolts were tight enough. I had a kick out of that!


lower the car first..


then jump on the lever! =)

Speaking of kick, as soon as I was finally done, and the car was lowered back to its place, the boys kicked the tire to try to test if it was indeed screwed tightly. I didn't think that was necessary though, but as what my brother said: "I've to make sure! Ako magd-drive nitong koche!"
Haha! Too bad for him.


kuya checking the wheel
I finished the entire thing in 25minutes! The average time is 10-15, I think. Not bad! For a village setting. But even I know that if you're stuck in that situation in say, EDSA or C5? Aww man. Those 25mins will be like a lifetime!



But in any case, I need not forget what Rain shared with me.. which everyone shouldn't forget too!

Lefty loosey,
Righty tighty!
Right. Tight. Whut? I don't know. Glad its over. If it happens, call a tow truck instead.

DONE!

When: Feb 4, 2012
Where: Valle Verde 5, Pasig City
What: Toyota Vios 2004

The Gymnast Wannabe

Looking back, I think I worded certain items in my bucket list for a reason. I never said I wanted to make nor learn a perfect cartwheel. I just wanted to attempt to do it. Why? Cause I've been such a coward before to try something I know I'll suck at.

Ok, rewind a bit.

If you're a child of the 80's, you would be familiar with Bea Lucero. The Milo kid gymnast who's face was all over Metro Manila back then.

Remember the Milo commercial? "Great things start from small beginnings.." Enter Bea Lucero doing her gymasty stuff over the double bars.

That. Her. I blame that/her for wanting to be a gymnast when I was a kid. I wanted to be like her! So athletic, flexible, enthusiastic! Unfortunately, I turned out to be the opposite. Hahaha!

So anyway, in an attempt to relive my childhood dream, and to prove to myself that I can conquer my cowardness in trying new things (geez, I've jumped out of a plane for crying out loud!), I finally attempted to do a cartwheel. I've tried it many times the past year actually.. Since May 2011. I've tried it on the beach, in a lawn, in our den, in streets, and in a garage. And each time, it was the same. Each time I looked like a weird hunch back trying to jump using my feet and hands at the same time. Yes, imagine that, will you?

Ok stop the visual image. I really sucked. It was so bad. So bad that I am glad I'm in a profession which entailed me to sit in front of a computer and talk to people for 8 hours instead of going around jumping, dancing, tumbling, lifting and whatever it is that gymnasts do.

I hate to do this. But I will upload one of my attempts, just for the sake of proving that I did attempt to do it. I did attempt to try one of the basic moves a gymnast does. But alas! I don't think any number of attempts will make me even remotely show potential.

So laugh if you must. I know I did.

(Note: The video is still with my brother, who I think will give it to me after he has his fill of laughing at my hilarious attempts. Will upload it as soon as I get it.)







When: May, June, Nov 2011, Feb 2012
Where: Boracay, Subic, Sanville, Valle Verde

When the Shoe Fits

They say, shoes are women's bestfriend. I say, shoes are women's bestfriend, but louboutins are our "kept man." I don't remember anymore how I came to know about Christian Louboutin. But for as long as I can remember, where girls my generation became fanatics of Manolo Blahnik's, I was already lusting for Louboutin shoes.



What the hell are they anyway, you ask? It's only the most gorgeous, wonderful, fabulous sets of shoes a girl can have. Those famous red-heel patented soles catches everyone's (ok not everyone. But most.) attention, whether admitted or not. Those killer heels doesn't make a cinderella out of you (you know when, by 12mn and you've gotta take them off cause they'll be killing you?) Okaaaay, I'll admit it. Just like most girls, I love shoes. I love them so much that I buy pairs even when I'm not sure if I'll use them. I love them so much that I buy pairs which until now I haven't used yet. I love them so much that I bought dozens of clear shoe boxes so that I can see them in all their glory.

But the Louboutin's.. Oh the Louboutin's..! They're in a whole different class altogether! They're just magnificent!!





The day that I was to purchase my Louboutin shoes, I was playing of all the possible negative scenarios in my head.. What if the shop does not have the style I've wanted ever since? What if I don't have it my size? What if my money isn't enough? What if.. What if.. What if.. I was thinking bout it so much that I knew and planned on how to react if these were the case. I would calmly accept the fact that am not meant to have it.. Yet.

When I was nearing the store already, map in hand, I practically ran up the short steps to get to that particular street. As I turned the corner, I almost missed the store even. I don't know, I think I was half-expecting the shoes to greet me as soon as I landed the street. Anyway. As usual, I get in the Louboutin shop and just stare.. In awe.. Of the beauty that were in front of me. The shoes.. All kinds.. The Relikas, Jolie Noeuds, Altadamas, Very Prive, and more and more and more.. were just lying there.. On the floor, in shelves, on walls, by the stairs, everywhere!


And in the middle of them all, the nude Bianca patent leather pumps. I had to restrain myself from getting my hands on everyone of them. Instead, I giddily asked the kind saleslady for the shoes I've been dreaming of since: the Bianca's.

Christian Louboutin Bianca Patented Leather Pumps


The saleslady smiled, made me sit, offered me water, coffee iced and tea, and went to get the shoes. She gave me a pair in size 37 1/2. I was 37. But it was ok, I thought. I fitted it in and immediately I felt like a princess!!! I thought I was drugged cause it felt like I was transported ina different world! I turned to look at my saleslady to see if she was sharing the happiness that I felt. But instead, I saw her looking at me, shaking her head in disappointment. "It's a half size big for you" she said. What?! Well ok that was true. But before I can say anything back, she was on the counter already checking stocks for my right size. I waited, with shoes still on. After a few minutes, she came back to me and explained that there were no more pairs in my size.. That the Bianca's were so popular, it gets sold out pretty fast and that maybe I can try other styles.

I was devastated, to say the least. I wanted the Bianca, in nude! I wanted it so bad that I felt I was tearing up already. I asked the saleslady, Jude, where the other shop was, so that I can rush over to check for my size. Seeing that I was disconcerted, she offered to call not just the other Louboutin shop, but all the other places where they carry Louboutin's. After 20mins, just as I expected, Jude came back to me to apologize because all the Bianca's are not available in most shops. Because of pity, she offered to order a pair for me in my size and have it shipped to Manila. I really felt like crying at that point. I traveled this far for my shoes. And I couldn't have it. I sat down, stared at the 37 1/2s and was intent on getting them already. Jude, reading my thoughts said, "I don't recommend you to get those. They're a half size big for you.. You have to get it in your size. It's Christian Louboutin and you can't just settle.." I agree. But I wanted it so bad!

Jude gave me hope though and promised to talk to the other store to check for stocks and have them bring it over in case there are. I agreed but I left the store cause I can't stand waiting and doing nothing. I felt sick in my stomach just thinking bout the whole ordeal.

To cut the already long story short, I came back to the shop after an hour and lo and behold!!! Jude was all smiles to meet me holding on to the elusive pair of shoes!!! I wasn't able to contain my excitement that I gave a little shriek when I saw them.

I tried it on and this time, not only Jude but all the rest of the salesladies were sharing my jubilation! Hahaha! I think I spent a whole 10 minutes walking around the store with my shoes on. I was soooooo happy!!! :D

on my feet!!! it's actually on my feet!!!


ugh! the gorgeous red soles!!!




Belle trying the shoes on too! =)


When I came out of the store, shoes in hand, I felt like the world changed. It was as if people were sharing my happiness, smiling at me! (Ok fine, it's because I couldn't wipe that dorky smile off my face for everyone to see). But still.

I had to retrain myself from sleeping with my Louboutin's on that night. Wait. I just lied. I didn't restrain myself. I went to bed wearing my shoes. Hahaha!

And I remember that my last thoughts before I drifted off in my wonderful wonderful sleep after a very emotional day, was a message of gratitude:

To Jude my Christian Louboutin saleslady who epitomized real customer service.. And to my gorgeous, most wonderful pair of Christian Louboutin 4 1/2 inch Glossy Nude Bianca Patented Leather Pumps, thank you for making me happy! Thank you thank you thank you!


with Jude, my wonderful saleslady

yey!!! finally!!!



When: January 28, 2012
Where: Christian Louboutin, Lan St., Hong Kong
What: Glossy Nude Bianca Patented Leather Pumps

My 5-course Dinner





Failed.
 
Really! It failed. My pasta was overcooked, my steak was well done, the veggies looked burnt and the vanilla ice cream for my brownies melted even before I got to serve them.
 
Maybe it served me right.. that I failed. Given that the only preparation I did in cooking dinner for my family involved watching Gordon Ramsey shout at his amateur chefs in his Hell's Kitchen episodes. It was amusing really. And though this is a lame attempt for an excuse, I picked up a couple of valuable things in all this "preparation." I learned that #1) I shouldn't, even if my life depended on it, cook scallops. Or fish. Any fish. All that "COME HERE YOU!!! IT'S RAAAAAAW!!!" screams from Gordon Ramsey still ringing in my ears made sure that I stay as far away from fish as possible, and #2) unlike in Hell's Kitchen, even if I fail, I’m sure I will never be voted out of my family. Ha-ha.


this is me, checking out recipes online.


first order of the day: baking!
Given all these failures, I still got a kick out of the experience of cooking. I started my day doing yoga.. trust yoga to make sure you don’t get a shitty day. And then I bought all the ingredients. And then I went home to start prepping for dinner. And this was only 1PM.
  
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I started cooking at 1PM. I prepared everything myself. I baked the brownies. I cut the vegetables. I seasoned the steak. I cooked the bacon for the pasta. I wrapped the bacon onto the asparagus. Everything. My mom, (thank God for her!!!) was on the floor making sure I did things right.. She instructed, coached, and panicked all throughout the "dinner service." I mean, a lot was riding on her too. I was using HER kitchen, HER cooking stuff and all HER stocked ingredients which I forgot to buy for myself. I think she was giving me a hand not only to make sure that I will feed my family edible food, but also to make sure I didn’t f*ck her kitchen up.
  


all alone in the kitchen!

wrapping the asparagus with bacon...
..to finish a bowl of it.
veggies before they got burnt
mixing the carbonara sauce onto the pasta


When my dinner guests started to arrive, I was still cooking my steak, and mixing the Carbonara sauce with in my pasta, and I was bringing out food on the table, and trying to dodge my sister from stealing more pasta from my serving dish.. All those at the same time, believe it or not. They checked on me in the kitchen and seeing that I was all over the place, let me have all the time I needed to finish cooking.
  

cramming!


And finally, at 8:15PM, my dishes were ready.
 
I was relieved when they praised the first dish served to them: Asparagus wrapped in Deep Fried Bacon. goody! :) But as soon as they started to eat the Pasta Carbonara, I knew that a thousand things were wrong. You know how people would smile politely at you even if something pains them? I got that. I almost lost my composure! Ok, I politely listened to the critiques, defended myself for awhile but gave up explaining cause I knew they were right. I really did overcook the pasta. It was really starchy! And I felt bad for my family cause I knew how they were only forcing themselves to finish the servings. I felt bad but it was funny! The look on their faces.. Trying to be polite and all.. Hahaha! The steak had the same fate. It was well-done. Like really really well-done. I wished so bad that my other brother Rain were there, as I knew he wouldn't mind the way I cooked it and just enjoy the steak as it is.
  

deep fried asparagus in bacon



mixed vegetables cooked in butter


pasta carbonara


steak


brownies


In summary, my family was unanimous in giving me their review: 


Asparagus wrapped in Deep Fried Bacon: Very good!
Bacon-filled Pasta Carbonara (Pangan recipe): Good sauce, but very starchy pasta brought about by overcooking it
T-bone steak: Well-done. Very well-done. Hard to slice, hard to chew. I commend my kuya for finishing his serving. Thank you kuys.
Mixed vegetables cooked in butter: Doesn’t look very appetizing because of the burnt appearance, but good taste once you get past looking at it.
Brownies with vanilla ice cream topped with Kitkat: Brownies were ok, but the vanilla ice cream almost had the texture of yoghurt!
  

my family.. minus Rain. Boo!!! =(


Gordon Ramsey would've thrown me out of his kitchen if this were real. Good thing I had a kind-hearted master chef of a mom who just shook her head in desperation for all my cooking mishaps.
 
All in all, I give myself C for my dinner. But A for effort. I shouldn't have cooked those big dishes during my first time.. But no, I don’t regret my menu. I still say, go big or go home! 



Though maybe I will just stick with frying Vienna Sausage next time.




my 5-course dinner meal





When: January 15, 2012
Where: Pangan Residence
Menu:

  • Asparagus wrapped in Deep Fried Bacon 
  • Bacon-filled Pasta Carbonara (Pangan recipe) 
  • T-bone steak 
  • Mixed vegetables cooked in butter 
  • Brownies with vanilla ice cream topped with Kitkat