computing the TNT dream

with my TNT (torta ni toyay) dreams on-hold, i went back to reading. my reading list has not changed: it still is night by elie wiesel, another book by anna maxted (behaving like adults), and 100 pages before i finally finish arnold bennett's the old wives' tale.

i just thought i was to profit from my TNT venture. aunt nineth gave me php500 for the ingredients. with 2 new pastry brushes and the rest of the ingredients, i spent php470 and was able to make 30 pcs of torta and 30 pcs of puto cheese. the cost of each torta and puto cheese was only 7 pesos, and i would have been able to sell the torta and puto cheese for 15 pesos a piece. i would have gained a fortune!

oh, but the torta did not rise well and the puto cheese was too heavy. whatever went wrong? my guess is that i have not fluffed the batter well and that i have baked it for a long time.

when the torte's a-crumblin'

it's been a happy month since no martinet has had me by the gut yet. menaing, i freed myself from law school (my former martinet) and i have yet to have an employer to have a new martinet breathing on my neck.

aah..! the tast of freedom is but bittersweet. so here i am, in my room doing almost anything imaginable: playing the violin, reading arnold bennet and anna maxted, blogging and chatting with friends and relatives. then i went into a binge of lazyness. well, i thought that my last venture would grant me the privilege of lethargy and wealth. alas, a there was a fluke in an otherwise perfect recipe.

there really is a recipe. cousin bianca sent me grandma's famous TORTA NI TOYAY (TNT).
it should have been sweet and should have tasted like muffin. i hitched all my dreams of wealth in that recipe. but as fate would have it, i ended up having 30 crummy brown tortes and 30 of its white version. they were sweet, yes, but htey were a far outcry from the TNT i intended it to be. so there goes my dream of becoming a bread mogul.

torta ni toyay

this, i think, is my calling. this, i think is heaven's cue.

i will sell TORTA NI TOYAY.

i am the torta messiah. i shall guard lola toyay's secret recipe.

since the ninth day- reading completes ____

have been preoccupied with books. they had nothing to do with entrepreneurship nor with management. they, however, offered escape from the rat race, which i am not really a part of. paradox. there is no need to escape the rat race, because in the first place, the rat race has nor hunted me down yet.

these are the new additions to my library:

* deconstructing the left (from vietnam to clinton) by collier and horowitz
* ann the word by richard francis
* night by elie wiesel
* the old wive's tale by arnold bennett

over the weekend, i have read:
* kafka on the shore by haruki murakami
* mr. phillips by john lancaster
* getting over it by anna maxted

how these will help me in building my commercial empire, i have yet to discover.

8th day yesterday, 9th today

nothing much happened on the 8th day. yesterday, i waited the entire day for a call from anyone of those ho promised to give me a call.

today, still no call yet.

a text message from a friend asked if i could volunteer as a politician's paralegal. he's schoolmates with this politician. i said yes. friendships with politicians may catapult me to my projected greatness.

7th day- the quest for business ideaas

i've been told that one has to have an intimate relationship with the intended business venture, so for the last few weeks i've been on the lookout for these ideas. i carried on my daily routine and took note of what might be a good venture. so far, i have the following:

book bag with slots for pens
accessories ( custom- made/ those to be resold )
baked products
publish guerilla literature
retail of shoes, clothes.

i bought a special edition of Entrepreneur today. reading success stories might help.

5th and 6th

FIFTH

i stayed at home. meditated on how i would look like in the next two years. i cant seem to come up with a perfect image, but i sure knew what my house would be like: homey, spacious and filled with books. my 3 year-old son would be running around the yard while i entertain friends. what's weird about this mental picute is that i havent figured what my career would be like. i just know that i would be living in my dream house.

SIXTH

today, i had a rant session slash business meeting with my bestfriend. we were at bonifacio high street, puffing our lungs away with black bat. tonight we resolved that we have to write something for the upcoming palanca awards. from there, we inch our way to the shelves of fully booked, power books, national bookstore, barnes and noble.

now, what to write...