A Wusthof Gourmet Knife Block Set means serious business in the kitchen.
(I wanted to get Japanese blades, i.e., Global–the brand used by my favorite chefs, Giada de Laurentiis and Jamie Oliver, but I thought they were not available locally, until I stumbled on them in Rustan’s. Global is very expensive, so in the end I opted to get Wusthof, which is less expensive ;p. I also looked at Henckels, but when I handled them they seemed very light, while the Wusthof knives felt just right.)
Thank God for the dappled light
that streamed through the window
softly, slowly to rest gently upon your cheeks.
And you–Golden, godlike, ever
handsome,
youthful,
smiling.
I shall remember you always in that instant
when the light shone upon your face.
Heartbreakingly.
As if you were a beautiful present
just waiting to be loved.
I have an entire day before I begin to work on what I like to call the “Book Project from Hell.” In my years of working for this publishing firm, I think I’ve only encountered one such other project, which shall remain unnamed, of course. So, with this current project, my “hellish project(s)” score is now up to TWO. Not bad you might say, but then again you have not survived going through page after page of seemingly endless, badly written prose—grammatically incorrect, unclear and wordy, with direct quotes galore—or months of consultations with authors who can’t seem to make up their minds as far as the content of their manuscripts is concerned (like what happened with Book Project from Hell No.
Read Neal Cruz’s May 31st article in PDI about some South Korean businesspeople allegedly engaged in illegally carting off bags and bags of black sands from the shores of different Cagayan municipalities to be shipped off to their country and used (well, the magnetite in the sands) as an ingredient in transforming iron ore to steal (this on top of other news that some South Koreans also succeeded in building a high-rise in the middle of a Philippine forest cover and had intended to build a hotel and spa right at the foot of Taal Volcano before townspeople rose in indignant protest to thwart them).
People in Cagayan also rose in protest because the removal of large quantities of sand from the beaches (besides making them unsightly) will cause seawater to seep into farmlands, making them unproductive.
Been feeling royally pooped since returning from an out-of-town trip with P (had been so upbeat and happy but a week ago, returned to find so many things have changed that I feel like I’ve been thrown into a giant blender. P feels as conflicted as I do, maybe more, of course more! Do we say thank you for being blessed with the status quo? Do we say fuck you for our friends? Argh!). Suddenly found myself with a gazillion things to do (including a book project from J, but, hey, we must never scoff at work, so hooray for work!) that I’m already tired before I’ve even begun.