my worst & 'not- so' very worst of confessions

It amazes me when I look at my life...I am healthy,contented-mom to a cuty son,a wife to wonderful husband & surrounded with amazing people & friends.Yet I wake every morning with something wrong.I guess,no matter what it is,or what we have...Each day is never a 100 per cent completely happy day.Isn't it?But why's that so? Oh well....

Anyways,have a nice weekend everyone!

The word 'breakfast' derives from the concept that you have not eaten whilst sleeping.Therefore, you are fasting during that time, and break that fast with the meal.In some languages,the German 'Frühstück' is, literally, an "early bite." In France'Petit dejeuner' is a "little" or a "first" lunch. The Dutch 'Ontbijt' can mean either breakfast or a snack.Whether it is a large or a small meal, one thing is expected from breakfast, it should get you going. This is usually done by combining a rousing stimulant with strengthening substance, in varying proportions that are largely cultural.In Turkey, for example, Tee is the main thing. In the Philippines most people eat the same sorts of foods for breakfast that they would eat for any other meal like rice etc.

Many people consider breakfast as a very important meal.Nutritionist have indicated that food eaten early in the day is less likely to contribute to fat gain than food eaten in the evening.However, many peeps out there tend to neglect breakfast,like eating only an apple like svelte or none at all like jing and yet,they're both sexy like me:p (just kidding,hehe)

I can only share typical breakfast of Philippines,Turkey & Germany since,I live or was living in these three countries.

A typical Filipino breakfast consists of either pandesal,coffee,sinangag or fried rice with Filipino sausages like tapa, longganisa or with tocino or with tinapa (smoked fish) with a side dish of fried egg and sliced tomatoes.


A typical Turkish breakfast, usually light, consists of tea, white cheese, bread, butter, eggs, marmalade or honey, and olives


The typical German breakfast consists of rolls or buns or variety of breads with butter,jam,eggs, marmelade, cold meats,cheese, as well as tea and coffee. However, many Germans also eat cereals(muesli)



My husband & I usually go for typical german breakfast on weekends only.On the week days,my hubby is having muesli and black tee and me ofcourse depends of what I like usually I'm buying fresh buns every morning and for me,breakfast is not breakfast without coffeeee:)

How about you? what's your typical breakfast?

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It has been raining here for days and too bad,we're all having cold.Last week our li'l seb had an ear infection,he got over it but then after few days he curled in a bad bad cold,then Uli(hubby),then me.Actually,am bit feverish at this moment and you know what?I hate this!I'm too busy for this BUT I guess my body wants it *sigh*

Anyways,
dear friends,
I will get back to your comments,
emails,ym messages,
(hopefully)next week!

Yesterday around 10 a.m. when I was about to go out with my li'l seb the doorbell rang.I thought t'was the postman so I activated the intercom,BUT I was hearing a voice of an old man, speaking slowly.It was so slow that I understood his Deutsch(German) very clearly (bah!hehe)

He said our life is full of trials,problems,misery,suffering bla bla bla and God would be the only hope left bla bla bla

He asked if I have li'l time so he can discuss a very important message from God bla bla but I refused decently and told the man that I don't speak german (bla bla) He paused for a moment and said: I understand..can I call my colleague,she can speak Tagalog!Aba!Bongga!! how the hell he know I'm a native Filipino?

Yesterday was a perfect spring sunny day BUT Lord oh lord,why did you sent some crappy cult?Oh man!

Deutschland offers many ways to network in different languages including English.You can network over the internet or in person.

Networking Vereins or Clubs take on many faces and purposes from social to political interests and since am english speaker myself I may join to one of these clubs soon. Here's one that I've found lately : Pickwicks English Club in Frankfurt.

Please let me know,
if you guys know one other than this,k? thanks!

(Music... Beep.)
Secretary: - Mr. President, Condoleeza Rice is here to see you.
George B. : - Good, send her in.
Secretary: - Yessir.
(Hangs up. Condi enters.)
Condoleeza: - Good morning, Mr. President.
George B. : - Oh Condoleeza, nice to see you. What's happening?
Condoleeza : - Well, Mr. President, I have the report here about the new leader in China.
George B. : - Great, Condi. Lay it on me.
Condoleeza : - Mr. President, Hu is the new leader of China.
George B. : - Well, that's what I want to know.
Condoleeza : - But that's what I'm telling you, Mr. President.
George B. : - Well, that's what I'm asking you, Condie. Who is the new leader of China?
Condoleeza : - Yes.
George B. : - I mean the fellow's name.
Condoleeza : - Hu.
George B. : - The guy in China.
Condoleeza : - Hu.
George B. : - The new leader of China.
Condoleeza : - Hu.
George B. : - The Chinaman!
Condoleeza : - Hu is leading China, Mr. President.
George B. : - Whaddya' asking me for?
Condoleeza : - I'm telling you Hu is leading China.
George B. : - Well, I'm asking you, Condie. Who is leading China?
Condoleeza : - That's the man's name.
George B. : - That's who's name?
Condoleeza : - Yes.
(Pause.)
George B. : - Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condoleeza : - Yes, sir.
George B. : - Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East.
Condoleeza : - That's correct.
George B. : - Then who is in China?
Condoleeza : - Yes, sir.
George B. : - Yassir is in China?
Condoleeza : - No, sir.
George B. : - Then who is?
Condoleeza : - Yes, sir.
George B. : - Yassir?
Condoleeza : - No, sir.
(Pause. Crumples paper)
George B. : - Condi, you're starting to piss me off now, and it's not 'cause you're black neither. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. So why don't you get me the Secretary General of the United Nations on the phone.
Condoleeza : - Kofi Annan?
George B. : - No, thanks. And Condi, call me George. Stop with that ebonics crap.
Condoleeza : - You want Kofi?
George B. : - No.
Condoleeza : - You don't want Kofi.
George B. : - No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condoleeza : - Yes, sir.
George B. : - Not Yassir! The guy at the United Nations.
Condoleeza : - Kofi?
George B. : - Milk! Will you please make that call?
Condoleeza : - And call who?
George B. : - Well, who is the guy at the U.N?
Condoleeza : - No, Hu is the guy in China.
George B. : - Will you stay out of China?!
Condoleeza : - Yes, sir.
George B. : - And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condoleeza : - Kofi.
George B. : - All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.
(Condi picks up the phone.)
Condoleeza : - Hello. Rice, here.
George B. : - Rice? Good idea. And get a couple of egg rolls, too, Condi. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get chinese food in the Middle East? I don't know.

So Life goes on after Sex & the City?

"Desperate Housewives" will start airing on the German channel Pro 7 on April 12.
Not bad for a country that's usually years behind with their US shows! :)

Desperate Housewives topped the US popularity charts last year. It also made significant waves when it premiered in the UK earlier this year.

The reason why I am feeling excited about this new series on Pro 7 is because I watched the first episode already. ( I got a VCD sample copy showing the opening episode courtesy of Stern Magazine, Promo that is!)

The first episode begins with Mary Alice (Brenda Strong) going about her daily routine - feeding her family, running errands, doing her chores. Then she calmly blows her brains out. It's the dearly departed who narrates the story of the remaining housewives from her now clear and elevated view, who in turn ponder what could have driven their friend with her apparently perfect life to suicide.

More about this ,go to their official site!

The poem below was written by the pope himself in Polish after he visited his home town, Krakow, in 2002.

Allow me to wet my lips
in spring water,
to feel its freshness,
reviving freshness
If you want to find the source,
you have to go up, against the current,
tear through, seek, don't give up,
you know it must be somewhere here.
Where are you, source?!
Where are you, source?!

Meatballs in Caper Sauce (Königsberger Klopse)

250 g Minced beef
250 g Minced pork
1 Slice stale bread
1 tb Butter; melted
Salt Black pepper; freshly -ground
3 1/2 tb Fine dry breadcrumbs
750 ml Beef stock
1 Onion; grated
1 Egg
2 Anchovy fillets; finely _chopped (optional)
1 Egg yolk
1 tb Capers Lemon juice; or Wine vinegar

Trim the slice stale bread, soak it in water and squeeze it dry. In a large bowl, combine the minced beef and pork with the bread, 1/2 tablespoon of the breadcrumbs, the onion, egg, anchovy fillets and melted butter. Season to taste with salt and peppe.Mix well with your hands! (para mas masarap,hehe) Shape the mixture into 8 large meatballs. Bring the stock to the boil in a large saucepan. Drop in the meatballs and cook them for 15 to 20 minutes. Lift them out with a slotted spoon and put them aside. Stir the remaining breadcrumbs into the stock and simmer gently for a few minutes to allow the stock to reduce and to thicken slightly. Remove from the heat. Beat the egg yolk lightly. Add a few tablespoons of the hot stock and mix well. Stir the mixture back into the pan. Return the pan to low heat and stir until the sauce has thickened. Take care not to let it boil or the egg yolk will curdle. Add the capers and a few drops of lemon juice or wine vinegar to taste. Return the meatballs to the sauce and reheat gently, making sure that the sauce does not boil. Serve in a ring of rice or accompanied by a potato puree.

This dish originated in Königsberg, formerly the capital of East Prussia. Berlin adopted it more than a century ago, however, and Berliners have come to regard it as their own.