Cab Cafe - Kapitolyo

I wondered why it was called Cab Cafe. Back in my tour lead days, I was introduced to the concept of the drivers' lounge - where the drivers eat and where complimentary food flows.

Walking down the road from Shaw along Kapitolyo, Cab Cafe comes right next to the carwashes. But nope, no cabs in sight.

You wouldn't miss it. Couches, coffee tables, wood and steel chairs. It looked so homey from afar, I wanted to drop my backpack in the middle of the road and run inside inside like I've come home from a trip to oblivion.

The interior was espresso-colored; less Starbucks, more Coffee Bean. The wood and steel chairs of the olden days makes it feel a lot more pinoy, a lot more comfy.

My eyes were so busy eyeing the cakes on display, I wasn't able to take photos. You should see it yourself though. Moist muffins, meat/tuna/chicken pies, sinful chocolate cakes and, my chosen temptation, pistachio cake.

Jaja, my travel/food/photo buddy, chose the choco pistachio cake and we both got a tuna pie each.

The pistachio cake ranked higher than the choco pistachio cake. The choco pistachio was quite too chocolatey and sweet for a whole slice. A testament that some good things are better without chocolate.

The tuna pie was great - for some reason, it made me think of recess time back in elementary. You know that feeling of excitement over your packed snack? The tuna pie will give you that.

It was quite hot and humid but we stayed outside because I wanted to smoke. Temperature was quite bearable amidst the heat because of the space - they have an industrial fan outside and with that turned on, I'm sure the heat will be quite unnoticeable.

The staff was friendly too. Jaja was chatting her up about the store being from Bacolod and she replied with the confidence that I would like to see in more store attendants.

You know how most attendants are timid and shy away from questions or give really short responses? The staff here is different - or well, at least, the girl manning the counter is. She spoke about the restaurant and of her hometown in a friendly tone with confidence and pride.

She mentioned that all of them are from Bacolod and the restaurant is known as Bob's. Jaja said they're famous for their ribs. (I couldn't remember shit and got so amazed.)

It was so hot outside but dining at Cab Cafe was definite pleasure.

I still don't understand why it's called Cab Cafe but I'm sure to be back for the sinful chocolate cake and, hopefully - if time permits, a cup of coffee, and then maybe I'll ask why it was named that way.

Addressing crassness.

There is this person I am utterly irritated with that I cannot contain it.

You know how people say, there's a good and a bad side to a person? Well this person, I see different angles of her bad side everyday.

She is crass and mindless. She is tactless and has no regard for the sensitivities of others. She talks all the time and loudly, but says nothing positive. She thinks the worst of people and says it out loud as if with a yearning to influence. She does not apologize for her mistakes but blames those around her. She bullies those who she feels are weak. She takes pride in a power she feels she has - but doesn't. 

I go head to head with her at times as if to appeal to be a little more considerate of others. But I know I'm not getting through. 

A friend told me not to mind her. But how could I not? I have never been in the company of a person so crass.

I notice now that she is somehow aloof with me. Maybe because I do not put up with her attitude. Or maybe because my attitude contends with the strength of hers. 

All I know is that she makes an effort not to sit beside me.

And, yes. I am thankful for the space. Because as much as I would like to be approachable to all, I think this distance will be best for me.

This hatred I have for this person has bothered me for days but it has dawned on me that I have the responsibility to be the bigger person here.

I must remember that I'm not used to people like her because I was lucky to have great people surround me. While she probably has not.

I must remember that I am gifted enough to understand psychology, accountability, tact, responsibility and maturity.

And I want to look at her differently today and for the days to come. 

I will need to back off in appealing and pushing my perpective - no matter how destructive I feel her perspective to be.

Instead of getting frustrated with her over her insensitivity, I must think about how much pain she must have endured in the past that made her become this insensitive. And also, how much pain she will need to endure in the future because of how she is today.

I do not know how I can be of better influence this way but going head to head with her is not helping either of us as well. 

I think I'm better off cheering up the people who she steps on in her destructive way.

Reading This is a Crazy Planets

Ang unang comment ko sa librong ito: WAAAAAHHHHH!!

And, unfortunately, in a negative way. Sumasakit ang puso ko sa ka-negahan ng librong ito.

Gusto ko si Lourd de Veyra at natutuwa ako sa WOTL pero itong librong 'to, ansakit talaga sa dibdib.

Naka-limang essay pa lang yata ako pero I have read so much hate. Galit siya sa nagse-selfie, nagpi-picture ng pagkain, sa nagagalit kay Dan Brown sa pagtawag sa Maynila bilang "gates of hell," sa nagbabasa ng Dan Brown books, sa mga writer na hindi nagbabasa, sa nag-o-OOTD at iba pa.

Pwedeng dala ng passion, pero confused ako kasi parang galit siya sa mga taong may opinyon, sa mga taong bad vibes at sa mga taong good vibes. In short, parang galit siya sa lahat ng tao. Ops. Mali. Except sa mga credible sources na  pareho ang opinyon sa kanya. Sa mga tinuturing niyang intellectual giants na pareho ang opinyon sa kanya. Pero kung intellectual giant na iba ng opinyon, galit din siya.

Masarap basahin yung libro in the sense na marami kang makukuhang info tungkol sa kung anu-ano pang pwede mong pag-aralan sa mundo - which is why ito yung nilagay ko sa wishlist ko sa exchange gift last year.

Mapagmumulan to ng ibang pagkakaabalahan na iba sa nakalagay sa facebook ko. Yung mga terms na di mo gets, mga nababanggit na tao, movies, songs, at libro at mga history ng mga yon. Alam naman natin na boring din naman talaga kung puro kung ano lang ang nasa newsfeed mo yung alam mo.

Pero, as full of info as it is, medyo hindi ako komportable sa angas nung writing. Na parang intellectual elitism yung dating. "I am the smartest and you are all idiots." yung boses ng pagkakasulat.

Alam ko namang matalino si Lourd pero hindi naman bobo lahat ng ibang manunulat na nabasa ko.

Haay. Di ko kaya basahin ng tuloy-tuloy. Nagsulat na ko kasi napabigat talaga nito yung loob ko. Sobrang nega. Balikan ko na lang siguro after a few weeks. Mag-Kikomachine na muna ako.