Days off this week

I had three days off this week but despite that, I am so tired. I actually had to beg Lily to give me time off today because I felt like collapsing yesterday at work. I haven't had a personal day since Louiie and Angel landed in NYC and when they left, I had to give Omar his share of my time because he's been complaining that I don't visit him anymore. It's true, before last week, I haven't seen him in over a month. I felt awful so I made up for it by seeing him after I took Louiie to the airport and seeing him again last Tuesday. We spend the afternoon watching TV and taking his new bike out to his schoolyard.

Today, in as much as my body is screaming for another chinese massage, I decided to stay indoors and chill. I did go out to do laundry and pick up a few items at the grocery but the rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning my room, which hasn't been dusted and swept in weeks. Louiie, last night, knowing I'd be spending time indoors, sent me her recipe for chocolate crinkles and Mica and I excitedly attempted it. I made spaghetti for dinner since louiie left a slab of parmesan cheese begging to be grated over pasta and I also made delicious tomato, mozzarella and basil bruscettas while waiting for the crinkles to finish baking.


Last Sunday, I spent a gloomy day on the beach and boardwalk in Coney Island with Angel. We both have never been there and we decided to go despite weather reports announcing rain.

more photos from this trip here

It, of course, rained as soon as we hit the beach and had to wander around while waiting for it to stop. When it did, we lay down on the sand despite the absence of sun. The cool breeze helped give us a really good nap and if Angel hadn't woken me up saying the sun was setting, I would have slept till it was out.

We took a ride on the wonder wheel before heading home and stuffing ourselves in sardines and garlic fried rice.

On a separate note, if you haven't seen these on my facebook yet then watch them now!





Plus this one that I can't embed but I hope you can view.

On Love and Marriage

by Daisaku Ikeda
Afterword by me

If you are going to fall in love, try to make your relationship one that generates great spiritual creativity, one that is mutually enriching.

Even married people were once strangers. Therefore, without patience and the effort to understand one another, things are likely not to go well. We need patience in order to become happy.

There are many who dream about experiencing happiness without the patience. But that is a dream. And a dream is just that--a dream, a fairy tale. It is to wish for a childish, easy life. This illusion breaks up many marriages. The pursuit of such happiness can only make one miserable.

It is important to make the effort to calmly construct something together. From there, real love develops. Real marriage is when you have been married for twenty-five years and feel an even deeper love than you did when you first met. Love deepens. Love that does not is merely on the level of simple likes and dislikes.

True love should be transformative, a process that amplifies our capacity to cherish not just one person but all people. It can make us stronger, lift us higher and deepen us as individuals. Only to the extent that one polishes oneself now can one hope to develop wonderful bonds of the heart in the future.

Ideal love is fostered only between two sincere, mature and independent people. It is the inner struggle to polish these attributes that is the key. ... Real love is not two people clinging to each other; it can only be fostered between two strong people secure in their individuality.

The important thing is to overcome the sorrow that accompanies any type of separation, such as death or divorce. The vital thing is to continue advancing. Do not look back. Just forge on. There are many reasons why people bid farewell to one another. People have their own thoughts and situations. The deep scars within your heart may not heal quickly. Yet brace yourself so you can look forward. You should strive to move on, cutting through the clouds in your heart. As long as you advance, new hope will be born. The sun will rise. Only when you continue to advance can you encounter an even better, more wonderful you.

We can lose ourselves in romantic attachment, but the truth is, the euphoria is unlikely to last for long. Indeed, the likelihood of undergoing suffering and sadness only grows over time. As long as we remain unable to redress our own weaknesses, we will be miserable no matter where or to whom we may take flight. We can never become truly happy unless we ourselves undergo a personal transformation.

Daily life can seem all too drab and unexciting. Living itself can sometimes seem a strain, and few of us realistically expect what joy we feel to last forever. But when we fall in love, life seems filled with drama and excitement. We feel like the leading character in a novel. But, if you get lost in love just because you are bored, and consequently veer from the path you should be following, then love is nothing more than escapism. What you are doing is retreating into a dream world, believing that what is only an illusion is actually real.

If you are neglecting things you should be doing, forgetting your purpose in life because of the relationship you're in, then you're on the wrong path. A healthy relationship is one in which two people encourage each other to reach their respective goals while sharing each other's hopes and dreams. A relationship should be a source of inspiration, invigoration and hope.

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The paragraphs in bold are the parts I particularly loved but the entire passage is full of insight that I felt compelled to repost it here for the benefit of those who still bother reading my blog. A lot of the things mentioned here are concepts most of us are already familiar with, but what of these do we really live by? We know they're true and sadly, this is only realized after a particularly bad heartbreak. When a relationship ends, we ponder on our mistakes and vow to never make the same ones again..only to have history repeat itself. We keep telling ourselves we know better but somehow find ourselves repeating everything we vowed not to do. In my case however, I fear my last encounter with love and marriage has left me devoid of emotion. The people around me have praised my strength and resilience after such an experience and I do, too. I only wonder if having such a gift will continue to serve as an advantage. Not being able to feel contempt or even joy that's usually found in a new love does somewhat disturb me. I welcome the idea of being that kind of happy again but feel no desire to pursue it. I can keep asking myself whether I am jaded or simply not ready. My days have been so full of the routines of modern daily living that I can't even find anything to share in this blog that I used to fill with the most mundane events. It's so easy to get lost in what you have to do that you forget about what you want to do.

"Begin with the end in mind."

This is a phrase I constantly heard from a former boss. She would use this as a guide to achieve goals and was mostly used in the context of business planning and management. But I have taken this phrase to apply with everything in life. As I previously mentioned, this is something I know, but do not necessarily live by, which is a shame. I keep telling myself I have all the time in the world but when will I really start living up to my end goal in life? When will you? No matter how much of a rock I may seem to most people, I do dream of a quiet life with a family, a house, the dog (or cat). I don't want to be 50 years old when my child enters grade school but when I look at my life now, I feel it's somewhat inevitable. I am no where close to that idea of myself. I feel I haven't even begun to work up to it.

All this self-reflection is starting to seem like a plan to throw it out to the universe so that I can finally have the motivation to start. There are things that happen to you, but your life is what you make it to be. So a note to self: START...SOON :)

Photos are Up!

The words I planned to write about the preceding week have long gone but the photos are here and ready for viewing. I meant to write a lot. But the essential descriptions are written in the description section for each album and writing any more would only be redundant. Let's have the photos speak for themselves shall we?

So without further choo-choo, here are the albums:
Charades Night
Visit to The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Cafe Boulud Lunch
Cedar Beach, Long Island
Le Cirque Dinner
Brooklyn Flea Market Part Deux
West Village Food Tasting Tour
Louiie's Food tasting event

These are ONLY photos I have, there are more in Louiie, Angel, and Kelly's facebooks. Some of which were photos taken during the time I was working (mostly of Louiie and Kelly gallavanting in Chinatown).

I had one of the best weeks ever. I was soooooo sad to see Louiie go. There might have been tears there, I tell you. She will be back, I know it. SHE KNOWS IT.

Bonus Update! Death of a Lobster


I shall need time


I am currently in the process of sifting and sorting through hundreds of photos taken this past week during Louiie and Angel's visit. From the beach to the restaurant week dinners to the final tasting event plus everything in between, this week has been cramped with laughter and fun. I am terribly sad Louiie's gone, and apparently, so is she. She's now back in Vegas and Angel is with her cousin waiting out the last few days before she heads back to Virginia.

Louiie has planted much of herself in NYC. I think it won't be long before she realizes that she truly wants to move here. Everyone else here has been convincing her to do it but I know she doesn't need convincing at all. I think New York has done it's magic on our loony Louiie. I don't think I will find the need to bug her about coming to visit anymore. She will find her way back here real soon, I'm sure of it.

Until then, we shall make do with her repeated calls at 6am.

Louiie and Angel MUST remain in NYC

Mica and I got home from work at 1:30am from an exhausting day at the restaurant. Angel then layed us down and gave each of us a body and foot massage. At 2:30am, Mica mentions she was hungry and I jokingly told Louiie to make her something. A joke which she took seriously...VERY seriously. I swear in the name of all that is good and holy, I was expecting a very fancy omelet. Roughly half an hour later, she hands us this:


Louiie and Angel MUST stay in New York. This deserves a million daimoku campaign.


Mica Dancing

I've mentioned it repeatedly. Mica is a dancer. She was formerly a member of Ballet Philippines and is currently a modern dancer by profession. I met her after watching one of her shows last December. I've known her about 8 months now and have lived with her for 6. Somehow I still can't blend the image of Mica as a dancer and how I've come to know her now. Even watching this clip below is surreal to me.

This was in CCP (Cultural Center of the Philippines) last July 5 during her 5-week trip to Manila.



Updated!
I forgot to mention that due to a temporary season break, Mica's dance's company (the one she works for) has taken a break for the summer. She currently joins me serving veggie food to people with no palates. Hahaha! She started two days ago and work has been much more fun since. Specially since Richard disappeared and never came back...the bastard.

I LOST MY PORTABLE HARD DRIVE

Like I really need this to top my ridiculously hellish week.

I've known this for the past few weeks but my mind and my body has not quite digested this piece of information. I have not had any panic attacks or bouts of hysteria yet. Somehow, I feel that it's just here somewhere in my room even if I've turned everything upside down looking for it. Rann has conducted multiple searches in his apartment, where I last saw the damn thing. I brought it over his place last July 4th. I got home that night realizing I didn't have it on me but I relaxed and figured I must have left it at his place along with a few other items I left on my drunken way out.

I feel I have to give up and succumb to the reality that all my files, more importantly, all the photos I took since July 2008, are gone. Irreplaceable, irrevocably, irretrievably GONE. Sure, I have low-resolution copies up on multiply but they will only serve as a reminder that I can never reproduce them, print or showcase them, EVER.

I felt like I had to post this announcement so that I can let it go and start the mourning process.

Let the bouts of hysteria begin.

Any minute now...you will hear screaming all the way from the east coast.