Busy Desk.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
WORST Carbonnara ever!
I am so a Pasta person. In every restaurant I eat in, I always make sure to taste their version of my favorite pasta meal: CARBONNARA. Creamy, meaty and cheesy carbonnara is what makes my day best. But sometimes you encounter the worst taste that makes you want to kill the chef.
I had an out of town work last wednesday to sunday, I was in Pampanga for some event I was tasked to manage. We have our own accommodation but we were given the chance to stay one night at Holiday Inn, c/o our boss. So of course we ate at their restaurant and with our very hungry tongues and minds, we ordered a lot of our favorite dishes. And of course I ordered Carbonnara for myself, along with some organic chicken dish (chicken with mashed potatoes). With so much excitement (and hunger) I immediately plunged the carbonnara to my mouth. And to my disappointment, it really doesn't taste good.
Srsly, this is the worst carbonnara I have tasted in my whole life. It doesn't even taste like cheese! It's like cream and oil. It was really awful that I didn't finish it. Aside from that, all the other foods were just bland. Not good. Such a waste of money.
Hope next time they do it better. Hay.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sabrina's Tell All
Last Saturday as I was able to tell this guy the feelings I had for him the past year. I told him how hurt I was, the moments that I cried, and the people I cried on to. I told him he was too nice, that's why I fell in love. I was jealous, so much jealous that I forgot our friendship.
All of these, I told him...
Laughing. With a smile.
Yes. Finally, I was able to open up to him. I told him everything and it was a good relief. It was as if nothing happened. We were both laughing at what happened the past month. I was actually laughing at myself. How could I do that? Then I was joking him that he was too nice and sweet that's why I fell.
Oh well, I can finally say that I have moved on. This is one proof that time really heals all wounds. And I was capable of forgiving others, and letting go.
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