[72] Books and Pizza.

Lately I just do not have the time to blog anymore so I guess posting pictures would be one good way to, I dunno, rant about my pretty messed up life and compensate for, uh, whatever it is to compensate for. I miss blogging, like real blogging you know. Stringing along words together and having that satisfaction in the end that I, actually, am making sense. At least to myself. See, this is what senior year can do, sucking up all the sense in me now.

Anyway, I love Joey’s. It’s actually called Joey’s Pepperoni Pizzeria. Something like that. The place is really cool, kinda intimate (kasi maliit lang. Well at least their Cubao branch is). And they have the best deals, like the food is really affordable and keri lang  for students.

Joey's branch in Cubao. Somewhere around Araneta Center, near SM. (Do they have other branches?)

That's pizza number 1. I forgot what it's called, but it's thin crust so never mind that it doesn't have a name, it's heaven.

That's pizza number 2. Hawaiian is what I call it, but they name it differently there.

This is my good friend Aiane. Looking really hungry, eh?

Pasta number 1. Aiane's.

Hey, that's my green pasta! I didn't like it, though. Should've ordered the classics. Boo.

I don't remember why I'm smiling this way here. It kinda looks..off.

Well I guess that’s it. By the way, the post is entitled books and pizza coz Aiane and I spent almost half the day in this Booksale event somewhere in Cubao area. T’was fun, especially the book hunting part. Shame I wasn’t able to take pictures during the hunt. Too engrossed with all the novels, eh

Ciao!

[70] Sometime last month.

Two things for this entry:

(1) Max’s Chicken All You Can; and

(2) Some realizations (or should I say, a realization?)

 Part I.

When Max’s launched their Chicken-All-You-Can thing some months ago, I was, well, intrigued, but not very much so. I thought it was just one of those “unlimited” spectacles that almost all restaurants nowadays succumb into — even my beloved Max’s. Long story short, I didn’t try it the first time it was launched. Kill joy.

 But some weeks ago, as we were driving along EDSA, I saw this billboard which said something like “Bubusugin ulit namin kayo. Abangan — Max’s” Those weren’t the exact words of course, but something to that effect. Here goeas the unlimited chicken thing again, I thought. So I Googled it as I was suddenly curious about how the whole thing works. Google, google, google. There were too many hits but most of them were just pictures of chicken bones. Chicken bones, by God! Piles of them! Mountains of them, even.

Chicken bones!

More chicken bones!

Yum!

So obviously,  upon seeing these pictures, I was KJ no more. I suddenly wanted to go to the nearest Max’s branch and eat chicken non-stop. Literally. So I called Joseph, a friend of mine who I personally think has the biggest appetite on earth. Like, I swear, he can eat non-stop without ever getting full (or feeling full, for that matter).

 We went out at around 8pm, and there were still sooo many people in the line, taking advantage of the very “sulit” offer despite the late dinner time. we had to wait for around 30 minutes to be seated coz the lines were just too long. I can’t imagine how people were like at 6 (the promo starts at 6 and ends at 10). And again, long story short, we got a table, we ate, we ate, and we ate some more. Ended up at 10, and this is how we fared:

Bad angle. But we had mountains of 'em too!

Part II.

I have no idea why I put this in the intro part, so now I’m forced to write about the whole realization thing. This is just one of my life dramas, so bear with me.

And this is gonna be vague, but what the hell.

I guess I just wanna tell the world, or those who’d just see this for that matter, that I am so over those five months of our being “together”. Using “together” here for lack of a better, more appropriate term. Pardon me.

 We’re friends, and we’re good. Surprisingly, yes, we’re good.

And we’re friends.

Ugh. I’m serious, we’re good.

 We even had chicken all you can together. Good ‘nuf, I guess.