Lyra May's 29th Birthday

akoang ig-agaw nga si Ate Lyra nga mama ni Alec Nicole Borja nga apo ni Mommy Lydia Cavan nga igsoon sa akong mama.

CHOCstarNUT

This brings me back to my childhood days.

Before the ice cream company wisely decided to dedicate a limited edition flavor to this candy, the ChocNut has been our favorite pick from among the sari-sari store favorites, like pula-pula, Tarzan bubble gum, Bobot candy-coated peanuts (which comes with a gold ring attached to the rolled end of the pack), and tira-tira.

The humble Chocnut did not have the more commercial packaging that it has at present. It used to be wrapped in gold or silver paper and shaped in thick coin. Don't take it on its face though--contrary to its label, it is not milk chocolate.

The distinct taste of combined peanuts and cheap chocolate(or its derivative) in each gold Chocnut coin fares well above imported chocolates in supermarkets.

Ok, I'm exaggerating.

But the point is, it is cheaper than belgians , yet it delivers the same sweet gratification.

By the way, this is not a paid advertisement. I wish it is.

This is just a quasi-tribute to Chocnut, which became my breakfast this morning, much to the  detriment of my diet attempts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next time I'll pay homage to Bobot peanuts.

Bad back

I fell on my butt three days ago after slipping from a slippery slipper-stepper..Ok, cut that.

I accidentally tripped on the wet doormat at the entrance of my pad one rainy evening, which forced me to land, butt first, on the concrete floor. Hence, the sprain on my lower back.

The present state of things is attributable to my own negligence and constant procrastination. I'll just replace the doormat with the rubber one tomorrow. My procrastinating stems from my apathy, my not wanting to care too much. This, to my own demise.

{There is a thick book on my desk wanting my attention. Take me. Consume me. Don't stop, it says.  (The exact same words that may be drawn from the mouth of a nymphomaniac. ) Soon,  this book will find a way to haunt me and make me care, to which, I'll just smile and give a peace sign.}

Ouch! This is my back talking.
Ouch. Ouch. OOOOuuuchchchch!!!