I Declair!

I met up with two friends yesterday for a late lunch. Okay, so they had lunch and I was late. πŸ™‚ It was what you’d call an impromptu date. I woke up to text messages from both girls about going out early that afternoon. I’d been sick so wasn’t sure I could go. By 12, I was feeling normal, save for the hoarseness in my voice and the occasional coughing. But what the heck, I had an errand to run anyway, so off I went.

Jack’s Loft was the spot of choice, al fresco (and very windy at that) at the top floor of the Trinoma Mall. I ordered an Oriental Chicken Salad that I didn’t care for much πŸ™ But no worries, having these two for company was good enough for me:

They were having fries when I arrived, having finished lunch already. After awhile, they picked our dessert:

The mango mousse was brought out first. It was good. Real mango slivers on top of mango crΓ¨me, and a pastry bottom. Not too sweet, and definitely not sour. I wonder how they made sure the mango was just right? I hate it when restaurants serve ripe mango for dessert and it turns out to be sour. That’s also what has kept me from using mango in any of my baking experiments. But I’d love to make something that channels Conti’s Mango Bravo. So I’d love to know the secret!

So a few minutes later this, uhm, decadent dessert was served:

It’s an eclair. But instead of regular cream inside, it has ice cream and a whole lotta whipping cream. Hehe. πŸ™‚

I feel like we didn’t do a lot of catching up, we were there for just 2.5-3 hours tops. But it was nice, and something we should do more often. Not the eating a lot part, but the hanging out and just being there.

Oh and though I know Pauie won’t read this anyway, I do pray that things turn out well and there won’t be anything to worry about. πŸ™‚

Upper Respiratory Tract Infection


photo courtesy of http://adiraiexpress.blogspot.com/2009/01/common-cold.html

That’s what I have. My muscles ache, my throat’s sore, and my nose feels like it has a lot of snot itching to drip. πŸ™

It all started on Sunday, I was feeling feverish but I couldn’t skip out from work because no one will be there to cover for me. So I just had to visit the clinic every once in a while to check on my temperature and to get all sorts of medicine. I made it through the end of my shift.

I even made it to Pasay where Alfred’s mom prepared bulalo for lunch. It was the feast day of their Parish so there were people out celebrating everywhere. The soup did me a lot of good. I felt better, and almost forgot everything I had complained about.

Back home though, it was the same deal again. Still, I had to go to work. I went to the clinic early in my shift to hopefully catch the doctor. Unfortunately, he had already left. Early. Earlier than the 6am he was supposed to close shop. The nurse checked my temperature and took a peek at my throat. All’s just swell, she says. Duh, I’d just had a cold bath at 4 in the morning! Of course I’d have normal body temp. hehe.

I endured for three more hours before going back to the clinic. The “lead” nurse was on duty. She gave me three different kinds of medicine – one for coughs, another for colds, and yet another for the body pain. If I wasn’t better in two hours, she says, come back. So two hours later, I was back. She sent me home. Finally.

I went straight to Humana, a medical clinic, to consult with a doctor. A CBC was ordered and results ruled out Dengue. My WBC was high, and so were the Segmenters. The nice doctor says the former pointed to an infection, while the latter suggests that it’s bacterial in nature. So here I am with a prescription for antibiotics, two kinds of cough/cold medicine (one for dry cough, another for when my cough has phlegm). So I’ve been laying low and hadn’t been online that much.

Drink up, rest, sleep, and get better. That’s what I’m doing. And trying not to spread this around.

iPad scare!

We had an iPad scare last night. My baby won’t turn on! Alfred thought that the battery probably got drained so he plugged it in. He tried the button a few minutes later but it still won’t come to life. An hour later: still nothing!

Before we left for my friend’s grandmother’s funeral, he tried to plug it into the PC but it still won’t budge. We left it plugged in and came back a few hours later to a still blacked out iPad.

To be honest, I wasn’t panicky even with the thought that our newest toy could have been bricked. Or maybe I just was too busy being bothered by a bad headache to care about anything else. I went to bed. Next thing I know, I’d open my eyes and there was Alfred watching a movie on my padI!

So what went wrong? We don’t really know. Alfred did find a forum post somewhere describing the same symptoms. It wasn’t any real cause for worry, and you can reboot the system by pressing the two power buttons for 30 seconds, simultaneously. Oh well.

Maybe I wasn’t panicky because there was no reason to worry after all πŸ™‚

Meanwhile, I read Further Tales of the City this week. Read about it at In Between the Covers.

Change your voice

Personally, I don’t have any need to disguise my voice on the phone. I am not screening calls. Or rather, I can screen them if they call via my cellphone. People who are looking for me don’t have much choice anyway, we don’t have landline phone at home anymore.

If I were trying to collect from people who owe me money, I’d probably use a voice changer. Not to disguise myself or anything, but to change the pitch and tone. I tend to sound too nice on the phone, and well, successful collectors aren’t exactly the nicest people to talk to are they? πŸ™‚ Maybe using a voice changing solution is the answer to my team’s dwindling CSAT scores. I have agents who tend to sound curt or very passive on the phone. I wonder if the mechanism can be tweaked so the voice will automatically sound lively and supportive? It will no doubt give off the impression that the rep is very attentive to the caller.

But I guess that would be cheating.

I hear there are also portable voice changers that would most probably be compatible with most cellphones. Like I’ve already said, I don’t have a need for it, but it might be fun to just change the way you sound every once in awhile. I could imagine the boyfriend being shocked to hear a manly voice pick up my phone, or if it’s not possible to switch from female to male, I still think he’d immediately end the call as soon as he hears a strange voice. Hehe.

Cooking Master Badodong

I’m not the only one who’s been working around the kitchen. Alfred’s been helping me out. On top of that, he’s also been cooking up our lunches.

First was the Afritada. Next came Chicken Curry. His latest? Chicken Kaldereta.

We didn’t meant for them to all be chicken dishes, it just happened that way. πŸ™‚

He’s been cooking a lot this past two months. It used to just be for my SBD meals, but we continued on to food we could both share. He’s cooked shrimps, tilapia, and veggies too. Sadly, we’re both very hungry by the time I get home that we don’t get to snap photos of his culinary experiments.

Just thought I’d share πŸ™‚

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