… Channel your inner Hulk, Thor, or someone just as infuriated to smash away at the treat until it is reduced to bite-size pieces.
I thought about my Uncle Randolph. How did you decide when someone was irretrievably lost—when they were so evil or toxic or just plain set in their ways that you had to face the fact they were never going to change? How long could you keep trying to save them, and when did you give up and grieve for them as though they were dead? (Page 444)
Up to the choir loft, we stopped to consider a mural of purgatory. While it still arches over the rose window, its beauty has long since dulled; from the pews of the church, there is no enticing artwork in that darkened space. There was a lone chandelier that hung from the ceiling, its appearance starkly different from the ones below. It is thought that it could be one of the original French oil lamps but could not be confirmed.
The museum houses the collection of Alfonso T. Yuchengco, the recently departed head of the Yuchengco Group of Companies, two of which are the Rizal Commercial Banking Corporation (RCBC) and the Mapúa University (formerly Mapúa Institute of Technology). He was also the Permanent Representative of the Philippines to the United Nations and served different presidential administrations.
My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doing here
In my next thirty years
Suddenly, at the flip of a page, I saw a photo of a familiar treat: golden fried meat resting on a saucy, runny bed of yellowed softness with little pools of savory fluid—all topped with shreds of greens. It was in the Katsudon section and is the chicken version of the dish.
I have been subjected to impulse buys: that moment when I learned that a certain book existed and I have no idea if any other copy is available in that bookstore or any other bookstore and if I would risk the moment of leaving it behind, never seeing it again, and remembering not reading it at all. A number of books in my collection are good impulse buys, a few I even deem serendipitous. And the rest are rejects, regrets, and resentments.
Imagine the best brazo de Mercedes you’ve had then add a generous dollop of lemon extract, which would be embraced by the fluffiest cream possible topped by lemon zest. I couldn’t imagine the meal ending any other way.
The Planetarium is a gated structure that encloses a 16 meter (52 ft.) dome that lies just on the edge of the Rizal Park Complex facing the Intramuros, the Walled City. Plans for the country’s planetarium came from the Philippine Weather Bureau (now the Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical, and Astronomical Services Administration) chief and Philippine Astronomical Society founder Maximo Sacro Jr. and were passed along to National Museum Director Godofredo Alcasid Sr., who gave it the budget of $100,000.00 from the Japanese Reparation Program.
I am an astronaut, a renegade
Tearing through the dark, own a new way
It’s ride or die, seize the night
I’m gonna burn it up, up, up, up
I took one of the seats up front. While not the fastest ride because of the rush hour and EDSA being what it is, I was comfortable, even with being stuck on the road because the bus has its own water closet along with other amenities.
Of course, there’s a difference between cemetery and graveyard. Cemetery is the burial ground that isn’t maintained by a church, unlike the way that a graveyard is.