Reactions to an 'Open Letter'

So today I was roused from sleep because my mother called and said to check out an apparent Cebu Pacific seat sale. I got myself up, turned on my laptop, and waited. While rubbing my eyes and brushing the cobwebs from my sleep-heavy brain, I vaguely remembered telling my mother about this sale last night. But hey! It might be different, so I log my sorry tushie in and tada! I get faced with the very same seat sale I told her about last night.
You can all take this time to imagine the myriad of colorful terms that went through my head. I was just laughing it off as my mother was just thinking of me and it probably slipped her mind (she's cute like that). While sort of leaning toward the choice of going back to bed, I think 'Hey, I'm up. Let's check Facebook.' So I log myself in and this article catches my rather sleepy attention. I've been partial to motorcycles all my life, heck, I'm engaged to a rider. And this letter was an appeal, I'll give it that. But the way it went about it was rather assumptive. So I had this to say:

This 'open letter' has its heart in the right place.Yet it seems that the letter generalizes riders as a whole. From the description given in the letter, it seems that the writer is referring to the uneducated underbone 'riders' (I apply the term very loosely).

Yes, it is disheartening to see them and read about their accidents, particularly when it concerns children. However, it would be best to not assume that every rider out there falls under the descriptions given by this letter. The line 'if you can't afford a cab ride, take the public vehicles' is in itself, an assumption.

This issue isn't about economics or class.It boils down to a lack of education about motorcycle safety and a blatant disregard for the rights of children.

These people stubbornly refuse to adhere to road laws and basic safety procedures. If you kindly remind them of it they'll always fire back the 'eh di bili mo ko ng kotse!!' or 'ano ba pake mo?!'and several other colorful and frustrating lines of thought.

Guaranteed that these very special 'riders' do not belong to any clubs. All clubs in the Philippines have strict rules about safety. They often, in fact, discourage and prohibit having children aboard motorcycles. What needs to be understood is that even if you are part of an MC (motorcycle club) you don't just band together and go on a crusade to educate the foolhardy riders. That's the LTO's job. This is a country where even a blind man can get a driver's license (I've seen it happen). If you want clean streets, start from the LTO.

The clubs are very much aware of the negative image being forced upon us just because of a handful of reckless and uneducated motorists.

While I appreciate the sentiment that was expressed by the letter as the thoughts of a concerned mom, being a mom myself as well as an MC member, it would be great to never judge the whole just because of a few bad apples.
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I doubt that anyone will react to that, but hey, freedom of speech right?
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"Your freedom ends where my rights begin."

Experimental Kitchen Sunday! 1st Go!

Lately, I've been looking over the tons of recipes that B has amassed during his recent cooking craze. In my house, there's always the usual Adobo, Bistek, Tinola, Afritada and a plethora of other traditional Filipino Foods. I got to thinking that I wanted to try something new. What better time than the present, right? RIGHT! So I therefore created Experimental Kitchen Sundays! It is now a rule that regular foods will only have a Mon-Sat schedule and Sunday is reserved for good or bad creations (after all there's always take-out!)
So I wanted to start E.K.S. with something that's easy to make. Beef and Asparagus Stir Fry! The ingredients are very simple:

1 kilo of sirloin beef cuts (they were out of sukiyaki cuts )
Mini asparagus (really it's up to you how much of it that you wanna put into your food.)
1 clove of finely minced garlic
1 onion, roughly chopped
half a cup of light soy sauce
quarter of a cup of liquid seasoning
vegetable oil

Here are some pictures:

↑Here are the ingredients all laid out!

↑After sauteing the garlic and onion, I put in the beef along with the marinade.

↑Here's my handsome helper. I made sure that he didn't get to sneak around and eat some before it was ready.

↑When I was satisfied with the meat, I took it out and put the asparagus in. The bottom parts first before the upper ones.

↑And here's the finished product!

It was so much fun trying to figure stuff out. The meat was kinda tough, in my opinion but I sure have some happy eaters in my midst! The aroma was great. B is now happily snoring away as I make this entry. I look forward to next week's Experimental Kitchen Sunday! ♥

Cowboy Night

Last night, we trotted down to my Alma Mater, Ateneo de Davao University for my little brother's Family Night. The theme was cowboys. It was totally fun, seeing other families in their 'Western Best'. The company was great; there was food everywhere! Turns out that the families had to dance along with their kid's class. I was the official shutterbug of the family so I was spared from the dance. B wasn't though. Hahahaha
Here are some pics from last night!

Surprisingly, Matt's class won 2nd runner up! Hahahaha way to go! My feet are still hurting from all the standing that happened but I am super happy. Now there's a bunch of cowboy hats hanging around the house. I hope that there'll be a future purpose for them. Oh and our potluck wasn't submitted so now there's a bunch of donuts in the fridge. YAY!

Saigo no Iiwake

It's so painful pretending to be asleep now
The drops that fall are tears
And you'll wait for the dawn and then go
Because it's you who's afraid of the dark

The thing that's most precious to me has become the furthest away
I knew you so well, and now it's all a memory

I think everyone likes you
I'll miss you, you don't need to worry about that
What makes it so painful
Is the fact that you think you're doing me a favor by saying goodbye

You're the closest to me, and yet the hardest to understand
I loved you so much, and now it's all an excuse

The thing that's most precious to me has become the furthest away
I knew you so well, and now it's all a memory

It's all a memory

You're the closest to me, and yet the hardest to understand
I loved you so much, and now it's all an excuse

The thing that's most precious to me has become the furthest away
You're the closest to me, and yet the hardest to understand
The thing that's most precious to me has become the furthest away...