Kim Chi Day

Yesterday, Don and I were with mom and dad at this Korean restaurant Kim's Bob near Paseo at Robinson's for some Kim Chi treat. Rhona (one of my really good friends since I was 13 invited me once to this cute little restaurant and I instantly fell in love with it --- but not with the Kim Chi. Let me just tell you all about it in a while.
My dad lived in Korea for a couple of years back when he was still single, new at being a seaman and probably being a slacker (but I love him for being one anyway). He's one of the most hardworking people I know now. Originally, the trip to Kim's Bob was to satisfy my mom's curiosity of the Koren way of life, particularly how they like their food served and all. So I ordered the San Gyup Sal (did I get it right?) while my mom scoured the wide array of Korean noodles, spices, candies and drinks on the stands and my dad enjoying a smoke outside and Don doing a quick trip to the bookstore for some good Pugad Baboy comic book (we're suckers for Pol Medina, Jr.)
The best part about Kim's Bob is that they let you cook your food in this old-fashioned way. They set-up this this cute little cooking tool in front of you and you do all the frying and stuff. Anyway, dad has already emptied his first plate of potato-like kim chi and is now devouring the real kim chi. I can hardly believe my eyes. One bite I had a couple of weeks ago was enough to make my tongue surrender and I was practically drowning myself in water. But my good old man was eating the thing with chopsticks and digesting the stuff like pizza. I was amazed. I rest my case.
As with my mom, her dreams of living in Korea vanished in an instant --- she said she's not going to survive because of food alone. That or she'd get really thin which I doubt because she's been on a diet for almost 18 years. She did buy a few boxes of kim chi home, this red noodle thing and some ring candies for my brother Dominic and for Don's sister, Tanya.
Just love going out with my folks. Mom's planning we go Japanese buffet for my brother's birthday on the 22nd, but maybe I'd suggest we stick to good old Filipino food. Nothing beats the Pinoy cuisine anyway. :-)

A Sudden Surge of Movie Rush

The Book of Eli was probably the coolest movie I've seen in a while (since it has become apparently difficult to please me with movies these days). Denzel Washington delivered and the film does not disappoint. To be exact, it intrigued me all the more when I saw Gary Oldman in there and I must say I expected a lot from this favorite actor of mine. But Washington proved to be a show-stopper (I watched Training Day a couple of weeks ago, also starring Ethan Hawke and I'm starting to be really impressed of how versatile of an actor Washington is).
In a time when movie producers, writers and directors pop their veins out to make a high quality movie, I'd say The Book of Eli is successful. The concept is pretty deep, the delivery is pretty simple but the effect totally blew me away. And everything was smoothly done --- I doubt if the producers popped a vein indeed. Either that or they're just pure genius. I believe more in the latter.
And I absolutely adore Mila Kunis' hair. I'm thinking of naming my daughter Solara because of her character. Strong but naive at the same time. Cute.
I need more of these movies.

Wired and Tired on a Friday

I'm supposed to be rejoicing since it's Friday, last day of work and a whole weekend to relax and just waste away. However, I've been an ass at work and I have to squeeze in some writing which sucks. But procrastination has its prize. And I'm buried in it right this very moment.
For starters, my head hurts with all the laptop reviews I've been doing for the past two weeks. Computer configuration, features, RAM, memory. Heck, I don't even know what laptop model I'm using (well I've become more aware now of course). Writing laptop reviews amidst the hellish weather, super hot afternoons and campaign vehicles with their corny songs blaring on the speakers has taken it's toll and I just wanna roll in bed and sleep. A few sessions of PVZ were therapeutic too and a few hours of helping out with the store downstairs can be good as well --- but back here in front of the computer, I can't help but procrastinate once more.
Mom and Dad are coming over tomorrow for some milk fish. Mom has been texting me about how she wants my baby girl :-) I miss her already. This laptop I'm using will probably be in the hands of my sister so I'll be back on good old HP starting tomorrow.
For now, need to finish five more articles before I call it a day.

Grocery Addiction

I've been totally addicted to grocery shopping lately. Here I am, with all the nine kilos gained over my pregnancy with the twins and I am dying to scour the grocery store almost everyday. It's a good exercise and thank God for it my feet don't swell and get all big which happens to most pregnant women. So I'm gonna leave my backlogs again later for the grocery. :-)

Wrong Ultrasounds

And I just bounced back...

Been reading a lot of wrong ultrasounds and it turns out it's almost always a boy thought to be as a girl. That it's always harder to tell if it's a girl. When the ultrasound scanner misses the "ding-ding" it's announced as a girl so off go the parents to pain the nursery pink and then shocked when a boy comes out during delivery.

A mother of twins were also told that she's going to have a girl and a boy and during her last ultrasound, found two peanuts instead of one, if you get my drift. So when a doctor says it's a boy, it probably it. But when they say it's a girl, don't get too sure a hundred percent just yet.

Anyway, last week was a hell of a ride for me. Thinking of having two girls is enough to handle. I mean, I KNOW I shouldn't rant so much about this. As Don would say, it's alright, whatever the gender is, as long as they're both healthy and normal. I should be thanking the stars.

However, there's just so much about having twin boys. I mean, for starters, they're low maintenance. Girls are to be protected twice as much than boys and being a girl myself, I know it wasn't easy. God knows how many times I wished I was a boy instead (although there are pretty huge perks when you're a girl, like, not carrying all the heavy grocery bags.)

So I'm deeply hoping they spot a peanut in there somewhere. Don wants a junior and I want him to very happy. Having a girl and a boy will the ultimate blessing :-) Can't wait for my next ultrasound (a little bit of dreading it) but I'm glad I'm no longer crying and bawling like last week.

Little Boy Blues

Last Tuesday, March 30, I had my second ultrasound of the twins. I was literally jumping up and down since my last ultrasound (which was January) and I hardly slept the night before. I was personally excited for a little boy. I mean, I know there is a boy in there. I have felt the symptoms, the cravings --- even the oldies keep on saying I was going to have a boy.
So when the scanner showed I was going to have a little girl, my hands started to sweat hoping the other one is her brother (honey, baby, if you read this someday don't hate mommy. I love you and I've never felt happier to have a daughter). But the rambunctious one kept on twisting under the scanning tool and it twirled it's tiny little leg over its umbilical cord, thus, blocking all possible means for us to see its genitals. I was getting all anxious in the ultrasound room and I was seriously wanting to Don to join me in there but fear started to creep in --- am I going to have two girls?
This feeling came in as a surprise. I always said I will never be happier as long as my twins are healthy and normal --- but deeply, I was actually hoping for a boy.
I actually cried for two days and Don was there to comfort me. Gender preference was never an issue. Maybe I was just a little disappointed that we never knew the gender of my other twin (but we will on my ultrasound 8 weeks from now). Keeping my fingers crossed. :-)