24 January 2009

I'm easy...easy like Sunday morning

It's been a while since I hung out with the girls after work so we got together last Thursday for coffee at Caffe Martier on Second between 53rd and 54th. It was sort of a post-birthday get together for Trem and I, as we celebrate our birthdays two weeks apart. It is a really small place, just off the side of the Martier store. They serve good coffee, their salads are crisp and light and I bet the sandwiches are mouth-watering as well (none of us ordered a sandwich when we went). It is my new favorite coffee place. I just wish that the lights were a little dimmer to play up the ambiance.



My caffeine of choice that night was a cappuccino, only because I've been drinking coffee all day and I felt that I needed something weaker than my daily cup of joe. I usually take my coffee really strong, somewhere between an espresso and a double espresso, with one sugar and enough cream to make the coffee a rich caramel color.



I also had the Romeo and Juliet, a strawberry and banana crepe with a rich hazelnut sauce. I was thinking that they would probably be using Nutella for the hazelnut sauce but I was pleasantly surprised that they didn't. The crepe was really light and refreshing, a perfect match for my cappuccino. It was really good! So good in fact that this is all I had left after five minutes:



I have three good reasons why I left that last bite on the plate. One, I needed to take a pic for this post. Two, I didn't want to look like a fat ass wolfing down her food without even pausing to breathe. And three, I've observed that rich people don't finish off their plates so I didn't finish mine. I want to be rich too. :-D

I also like the Nespresso Botique Coffee Bar on Madison. I had the Grilled Panini which is a buffalo mozzarella panini with prosciutto, sun-dried tomatoes and basil pesto. It also comes with a side salad. Just thinking about it makes me want to go to Nespresso again.



I topped the panini off with the Liegeois, an iced roma grand cru topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream which doubled as my dessert and coffee.



Sigh. I really should make time to go out and catch up with friends. Right now my social life consists of home-work-home. I'm hoping that next year Gerd would be here and I can take him to all the fabulous eats I've discovered. God knows how much I miss my Daddy Beb.

Going off on a completely different topic here. I got a little hand action last week at Woodbury Commons.



Awesome, right?! I can actually see the pressure from the dryer move the skin on my hand. It was so cool. Hehehe.

21 January 2009

In the news

Yesterday at 12:05 pm, Barack Obama officially became both the 44th President of the United States and the first Half-Black, Half-White President. Below is his 8,500 word speech:


My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.

I'm all for Obama giving hope to the people and inspiring them but I wouldn't rush into thinking that he is the answer. He hasn't proved anything yet. We only heard his words and though those words were said with conviction, anybody can say what he said. I'm not saying that he isn't capable of following through on his political platform, in fact, I hope he does. America has put tremendous pressure on him to be the change that this country needs and I pray that he delivers.

But for me, I still say to see is to believe.

Six days ago, United Airlines Flight 1549 crashed into the Hudson River. All 150 passengers and five crew members miraculously survived in what experts describe as a textbook landing. Kudos to Captain Chesley Sullenberger for preventing what could've been one of the biggest disasters in aviation history.

The number 1, 5, 4 and 9 were locked out of the Pick 4 game because too many people bet on the numbers. Even if the numbers won, they would probably get only $3 each. So what's the point really?

Two days ago, I got another haircut, my shortest yet. I am now more Dora the Explorer-ish than before. No pics of the new do because I think I had it cut too short. I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to cut it all off.

So in memory of my past haircut, I am posting this:

Until we meet again, my long, lovely, luscious locks.

18 January 2009

Too ugly to be a hand model



I've never been a fan of red polish but even I have to admit that I'm totally loving this one from OPI called Chick Flick Cherry. Meowrrr...


Next on my list: red lipstick! I got my eye on you, MAC Prussian Red.

I don't know why I suddenly have this thing for red. I've always preferred the cool colors of the spectrum so this unusual craving for red is really making me feel weird. Holy shit! Is this menopause? O_O



Pasalubong from one of Anneth's trips to Maine. Or Maryland. Or wherever. Loving the key chain! It's Hoops & Yoyo, the same characters from the best birthday card ever!

I finally got the chance to speak with Gerd and he shared very bad news. Alyssa lost in her school's competition! I think it was for a poem recital. She reminds me so much of when I was younger. I was always a contestant in declamation and story-telling contests and I always win first place. Always. True story.

Gerd was telling me how she had everything down pat when she was practicing at home but when she went up on the stage, she just froze. My poor baby got stage fright. She was able to deliver the piece but she spoke so softly the judges can barely hear her. Awww.

Her daddy promised her a Barbie doll house if she wins but she lost so I told Gerd to give her a smaller prize instead so she won't feel discouraged and also to show that we are proud that she was able to finish her piece. I'm hoping that she wants the doll house bad enough to overcome her stage fright.

This pic was taken the night before she left for the Philippines. I was talking to her while she slept, telling her that I love her very much and that even if I am not with her, I will always be in her heart and in her brain (that's what she told me, LOL).



I miss my baby girl. :(

16 January 2009

Out sick today


14 January 2009

I pick scabs during commercial breaks

Man, it's FUH-REEEZING! And it'll be even colder in the following days. To top it off, Mike Woods said there will be about two to three inches of snow tomorrow too. It's so unfair! How come the west coast gets to enjoy temps in the 70's? Haihechu!

Also, have you guys seen the Slap-Chop commercial? Fast forward to the 50 second mark. Wait for eeet...


"You're gonna love my nuts!" Heh, that's what he said.

13 January 2009

Blogger interrupted

Blogging is temporarily suspended due to the American Idol premiere and will resume tomorrow. In the meantime, here's something to tide you over.


12 January 2009

Excellent! Better than mama

Sometimes I get into one of these moods where I pretend that I'm hosting a cooking show. I do the dialogue, giving tips on how to marinade or how to chop ingredients correctly. I also share trivia about whatever dish I'm cooking. The only thing I don't do is put on an apron because I think they only look good when Gerd is the one wearing them. Yummeh!

Tonight I felt like channeling the cooking sage that is Cooking Mama.

Dinner is served!



Ladies and gentlemen, I present Anne's Cajun Tilapia Fillet. Only took me 15 minutes to cook it which is great since I'm always hungry by the time I get home and there's always nothing to eat since I'm the master chef at home. The photo doesn't do justice to how vibrant the colors of this dish are. *shakes head* I swear I'm gonna get me a Nikon D90.

I marinated the tilapia fillets in Cajun sauce then pan-seared them. I'm very careful in cooking fish because it can overcook easily and I want my fish to be really juicy, as you can see in the pic. Also, overcooking makes the meat tough, which is a no-no. You can do several variations of this dish. You can broil, bake or grill the fish if you'd like. But as I said, I was in a hurry so I just pan-seared it.

When it was done, I plated it and drizzled olive oil on it. Oh, and please don't say E-V-O-O. I get so annoyed listening to Rachel Ray. I think she's OA. I like her recipes but I don't like her. Whatever. So add a little olive oil, steamed veggies and my super secret Cajun sauce and you're done! You can add mashed potatoes, mushrooms or whatever sides you want. I'm trying to eat healthier so no rice or potatoes for me. Boohoo.

Another reason why I'm trying to eat healthy is because of what happened last night. See, I bought these yummy mini eclairs. You know, the ones with the cream filling? They were really good and I thought it would be a fantastic idea if I took a picture of them and shared it with you. So I bite into one and take a photo. Only, it came out blurred. So I take another one and bite into it. This time I adjusted the setting of the camera and took a pic but I didn't like how it came out unappetizing so I took another eclair and bit into it. You can see where this is going. Long story short, I finished all the eclairs without getting a decent pic. So sad. But if I had a Nikon D90 I could have just eaten one freaking eclair and gotten an awesome picture! Somebody please give me a D90!

In other news, I can't help but count down the days til April. I'm getting so excited just thinking about it! And a little nervous too. Can't wait!

10 January 2009

Better than microwave dinners

Granny is my aunt's neighbor. She's originally from Poland and she always brings us this dish. I don't really know what you call it but it's good! I shall name it...Polish Pasta!

You'll need the following:



I don't really cook using exact measurements, I kinda play it by how it smells and how it looks so if you're one of those people who are anal about stuff like that, I would like to apologize.



Melt butter in a pan and add finely-chopped onions to it. You'd want to make sure that there is enough butter to kinda caramelize the onions. Not even sure if that's the correct term but that's what I call browned onions that taste sweet so there. While you're waiting for the onions you can start cooking the pasta. I prefer using bow ties but you can use whatever you want.



Add a pinch of salt to the pasta. It makes it taste better, trust me. While the pasta is cooking, make sure you check on your onions because you don't want them to burn. You'll know they're almost ready when they look like this:



You see how the onions look transparent? That's how you tell that the onions are cooked but for this dish, we want them to be brown. So by now your pasta's cooked and you're just waiting for the onions to be ready. Drain the pasta and add the cottage cheese.



Then you can add the onions but remove any excess butter as we don't want the dish to be too oily.



The onions are darker in real life, it's just that our kitchen has bright lighting. Just mix up all the ingredients and add salt and pepper to taste. If you like onions you can use more, if you hate them then use less. Like I said, you can cook this dish the way you like it but I've always found that two onions is just right for the flavors not to overpower each other and instead work together.

And here is the Polish pasta. Tadaaah!



The only hard part about making this dish is chopping up the onions. Sniff.

09 January 2009

Jinggam bells

I forgot to show you the Christmas card that mama sent me. It's one of those three-fold cards. The kind that has a lot of words printed on it. The kind that you'll read only the first three lines before putting it back on the rack to find a less brain-taxing card. This is why I usually go for the funny cards. Or the colorful cartoony ones.

*plays Silent Night, Holy Night*



The cover reads:
"Daughter, This Christmas
I Want You to Know
What a Special Person
I Think You Are

Daughter, you are beautiful;
you fill me up with joy.
Within you is an ideal,
a voice of youth,
and a promise of achievement
still to come.
Within your hands
are special gifts and talents.
Within your mind is the
source of your dreams..."

The inside flap reads:
"Within you, Daughter,
is he strength to carry
your dreams to completion.
Within your heart is the desire
to meet the world on your own terms,
and I never doubt that you will.
You are strong; you are wise;
you have a dream.
You have a spirit and confidence
I never knew;
you have faith.
You are your own person,
and you always will be.
Within you is something
so precious and rare.
Within you is the promise
of the future,
and I believe in you.

-Jean Lamey

I Love You So Much...
Merry Christmas"
This card would've been perfect except for THAT word. Spare me the jokes will ya? Ugh.

While I was reading it, I had a vision of my mom at a card store? I dunno. That store in SM. What's the name? Whatever. Oh wait! I got it! National Book Store! So I can see her reading the card, trying to decide which is the one she liked best. The image was so vivid it was weird. And I'm pretty sure my mom wrote like a hundred words on the card. If you know my mom you know she likes writing long letters. So I gently pull back the inside flap and there it was, in all it's shining glory. The heart of the card:



Tadaaah!

Yes folks. No need to transcribe. It's all there. Mom of few words. This card is a real winner. My mom is hilarious!

Not.

08 January 2009

At least I didn't sleep on the train

Bad day at work today.

07 January 2009

No. This is not a foodie blog.

Apologies for not posting pics of the chicken relleno yesterday. My co-worker brought spinach fettuccine with turkey marinara sauce so I had that for lunch instead. But! It's better late than never.



Now tell me, who do you love?

It was raining all day today and it was freezing so it felt really good to sit on heated seats on the train. So relaxing. Too relaxing in fact. I was so relaxed that I fell asleep on the train. I get off on the 7th stop from the 33rd Street Station so I figured I could take a power nap while listening to Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye. Oh yeah, chilling to mood music and enjoying the heat on my ass.

I guess I got too much into it that this guy had to wake me up because I was the only one left inside the train! Gaaaaah...If the guy hadn't tapped my shoulder I would still be on the train on the way to the train yard. Gaaaaah...

Goes to show I've gotten good at ignoring what my body is telling me. Just got home from work? Go straight to the kitchen and cook dinner. Weekend? Get up at 7 am...at the latest. Horny? Cold shower. Pretty sad huh? I didn't even realize that I was exhausted. I really need to get laid. I mean, erm, yeah. I really do. Heh.

Thank God tomorrow's Thursday and then it'll be awesome Friday! I'm having a post birthday lunch with my co-workers so I'll post pics on Friday when I get home.

Peace out.

06 January 2009

Suweeet!


Cupcakes for my sweet tooth: Lady Baltimore, Devil Dog, Sour Cream Spice, German Chocolate and my all time fave, Red Velvet! Got them at Buttercup Bake Shop on 2nd Avenue, between 51st and 52nd. Buttercup is owned by the same woman who opened Magnolia Bakery. Yums!

05 January 2009

Work it baby!

I'm back at work. Ugh. The phones were ringing off the hook, my inbox is bursting with emails and the fax machine is going crazy! Hel-looo new year. Pffft.

My co-worker got a call today from this guy who was accusing my boss of stealing a car that he rented in FL. The guy was saying that he was gonna call the cops and have my boss arrested in like, a minute. Their conversation was heating up because the guy was so rude so my co-worker put him on hold. Then we were like, what if it's one of those radio shows where they do prank calls? Like Elvis Duran and the Z Morning Zoo? Yikes!

Long story short, it was a prank call, the guy apologized to my co-worker and they lived happily ever after.

The good thing about today is that I got more birthday presents! I got gift cards, birthday cards, a comfy top and a bracelet. I didn't get anything on my material birthday wish list but gifts are still gifts (though I would've preferred cash) so yay for me! ^_^

What else happened today? Let's see...

Well there was this guy on the subway who kept stomping his feet and waving his left arm. No, he didn't have earphones on. There are a lot of interesting people on the subway. I wish I could take photos of them but I'm scared that they might see me and beat the crap out of me. Hey, it happens. This is New York City you know. Also, my phone refuses to take photos without that click-snap-chik sound. I can't figure out how to make it go on stealth mode.

I had chicken relleno for lunch care of my co-worker. And I'm having it again tomorrow. Yum yum! You know how some people don't like eating the same thing everyday? I'm not one of those. I'll keep eating it until the very thought of it makes me want to throw up. When I was working for Touch Mobile before my friend and I used to have the two piece Chickenjoy with extra rice, extra gravy and large pineapple juice for lunch.

Everyday.

For six weeks.

Including weekends.

Gag.

Sigh. I don't think the relleno will last as long though. I think it'll only be good until Friday. Woe is me! Ooh, I know! I'll take pics and share it with you guys. That way, we can all imagine we're eating the relleno even if we're eating some crap like pork and beans (yuck). Am I the best or what?

Can't wait to take pics of the relleno tomorrow! ^_^

04 January 2009

Sucks to be me

I don't know why some women think that
I'm out to steal their men. I'm not Angelina Jolie. Ooh snap!

I shouldn't even be explaining myself because it's not my fault that some girls are possessive, jealous, insecure and malicious that they misconstrue friendship as something else. These girls have some real serious issues they need to deal with right away.

Okay. Deep breath.

For every one's peace of mind, let me enumerate the reasons why no one should see me as a threat to their relationships:

First, I am engaged. See this here ring on my finger? Yes, the one that's oh so sparkly which, um, I don't know, you don't have? Yup, that's the one. Good girl.

I am in a seven-year relationship (and going) and I will be married soon to the man who happens to be the father of my children. I know this sounds cheesy but I've found the man that I'd be spending the rest of my life with. I am happy and I am satisfied. I have no plans of breaking off the engagement nor am I looking for one last fling before I get married.

Clear cut and simple.

Second, this might come as a shock to you but I'm not interested in your stud muffin. I already have my own. ;-p

Third, I know what it feels like to have a boyfriend stolen from me. Is it me or does that make it sound like a boyfriend is something you own? Anyway, since I've been stolen from, I know how painful it is and I do not wish for any woman to go through the same experience I went through. :-(

Fourth, relationships between men and women can be platonic. I've had guy friends since forever who are still my friends to this time. Hasn't it ever occurred to you that the reason why we're only friends is because we're not attracted to each other? That he wants you to be his girlfriend because he is emotionally and physically attracted to you? If we were attracted to each other then we would be more than friends but we're not. See? ^_^

Fifth, do unto others what you want others to do unto you. I'm a believer of karma so trust me, I would never do anything that might give me bad karma. Do you know that I'm giving your boyfriend advice on how to apologize to you and how he can make the relationship stronger? I'm rooting for both of you so don't think of me as the enemy.

Sigh. I don't know. This is the fourth time this has happened.
It's like I'm sending off bad vibes that make other girls feel like they have to prepare for battle.

So I'm hoping this sets the record straight: your boyfriend is safe with me. Erm, I'll take good care of your boyfriend. I meant, your boyfriend is in good hands. No! Wait! Panic! What I meant was, erm, I'll shut my mouth now.


EDIT: My friend and his girlfriend just broke up. :-(

03 January 2009

Have a happy birthday or else

Before anything else, I'd like to give a special shout out to everybody who remembered my birthday. Thank you for your good wishes and for taking the time to let me know that you guys haven't forgotten me. It is much appreciated. :-)

So I just got back from watching Gran Torino with a dear friend. Thanks for rescuing me from my stressful life and giving me some down time sweetie. You're the best! I didn't bother to have a birthday party and just went for something laid back. Life is stressful enough as it is and I don't want to have to cook for my own party and worry about dirty dishes.

Anyway, the movie is classic Clint Eastwood. If I remember correctly, the last time I saw him was in Bridges of Madison County, which I didn't like by the way. Gran Torino is co-written, produced and directed by the man himself. Just so you know, the acting sucks big time -- I mean, where the hell did they find those so-called actors? -- but Mr. Eastwood has more than enough acting skills for the entire cast and for the entire cast's mothers to make this a good film. Here's the trailer:

Awesome right? Go watch it!

Look at what Mr. Postman brought me today:


I got a Christmas card from Gerd! So sweet! My Daddy Beb doesn't really like writing letters so this means a lot to me. I think I've only gotten two or three cards from him since I've been here. I know right? The card would've been perfect had the Philippine Post Office exerted a little more effort to make sure that Christmas cards are delivered on Christmas. At this rate, I'll be receiving my birthday card on Valentine's Day. Oh great.

Short post for today folks. I need to catch up on some Zzz's.

02 January 2009

I am your mother. Well, sorta.

Two days of freedom left then it's back to work for me. I have been on vacation since the 23rd but I feel like it was only yesterday when I turned my out of office reply on. You know what they say about time flying when you're having fun? Well, let me tell you this: time also flies when you're sitting on the couch all day watching reruns of CSI and House.

Initially, I was planning on visiting Anna Marie and Chev in Boston but with the noche buena and the media noche, I just couldn't leave. Both my sisters' schedules are irregular (one's a nurse, the other an FA) so I'm left with the responsibility of cooking the dinners. Come to think of it, I'm always the one in charge of cooking. Okay, maybe only 97% of the time, but still! I also figured that even if I went to Beantown I probably won't be able to go sightseeing because it's too cold. Maybe in spring?

So anyway, PJ and I decided to do laundry today because tomorrow's my birthday and it just isn't right to spend my birthday doing laundry and PJ has this church meeting he has to go to on Sunday. We usually do laundry on Sundays because...well, because. I don't know. We just do. Since the kids were on break too, we didn't have as much to wash which means I don't have to spend $20. Yay for me!


WARNING: RANT COMING IN 5...4...3...2...1!


I don't get how this guy can never remember to close the door especially when it's freaking cold outside!! How simple is that?! Even my baby girl knows to shut the door Are you expecting me to be your doorman?! Common courtesy, hello?! Just because I am civil to you doesn't mean that I like you! Just because I am not Mama or Papa doesn't give you the right to feel so comfortable that you spend hours in my sister's room, on her bed, just the two of you. What the hell?! Show a little respect! Mahiya ka naman sa balat mo! I try to keep an open mind, reminding myself that you are both of age and that you are free to make your own decisions. But the fact is, mister, I was given responsibility over everybody in this house and God forbid anything happens because I turned a blind eye to your actions, I will be the one to blame, regardless of your ages. When you step foot in this house or even anyone's house for that matter, you have to show proper decorum. No PDA's! There's a kid looking at you, hello?! I don't care if you're freaking liberal; my house, my rules. You don't see me showing disrespect when I go to other people's homes.

As for you miss, I have spoken to you before and I told you that I do not approve of PDA's. I don't care if you leave the door open to your room! Do you think I'm gonna spend hours watching the two of you to make sure that nothing freaky is going on? And don't even start with the trust debate. You have to earn it. There's the fact that you don't come home at the agreed time. That alone shows that you do not deserve my trust. Believe me, I would be better off not giving a shit about what you do but as I said, I was given the responsibility of looking after you so we both don't have a choice. I follow their rules and you follow mine. Simple as that. And don't even get me started on how many times I've seen you guys getting all touchy-feely. You're lucky I even keep my mouth shut and not tell Mama and Papa.


END OF RANT.


What does my rant have to do with laundry? Well, we have two laundry bags that need to be brought up to the house so PJ grabbed one and I was supposed to grab the other but since the guy got off the car, I assumed that he was going to help us and bring the other bag upstairs. So I went up carrying the detergent and stuff and then I see PJ carrying the two bags. I was like, he didn't help you? PJ was like, well, he closed the trunk. Unbelievable. Then the guy comes in and goes straight to her room without shutting the door. Again. What the hell?! And then this is where the rant comes in.

In other news, I've decided to do a birthday wish list. Since I was born on the 3rd, I'm going to list three material and three non-material wishes. First off, the material ones:


The new 15-inch MacBook Pro with 2.8 GHz Intel Core 2 Duo, 4GB RAM and 320GB hard drive. Let's not forget the software I want pre-installed: Microsoft Office for Mac and Adobe Creative Suite. :-)

The Nikon D90. Need I say more? I want this baby sooo bad but I know I can't afford it at this time. My heart breaks every time I think about it. :-(


The Naruto 2008 Boxed Set, Volumes 1-27. I love Naruto! If I could buy every single volume, I would but it's gonna be pretty expensive since the story is still ongoing. What if Mr. Kishimoto decides to write 572 volumes?!

Okay, now for the non-material wishes:

I wish for my family to be together. It's so hard being away from Gerd and Alyssa. I can't even begin to make you understand what it feels like to spend holidays and birthdays alone; to handle all the stress and problems by myself; to experience new things, new places by myself. Sometimes, the only solution I can come up with is to immerse myself in work so I would be too exhausted to even think about crying. Oh God, this is becoming too depressing. Moving on.

I wish for good health. For my fiance, my children, my family, my friends and my friends' families.

And last, I wish for guidance. That I would know which path to take; that I would make better decisions; that I would realize what I'm meant to be, what I could be.

It'll be my birthday in a few hours.

I've decided to make my 29th the year I become a better person.

01 January 2009

Keeping it real

It's the first day of the new year and I feel like a rock star for waking up two and a half hours later than my usual 5 a.m. rise and shine. Or grumble and stumble, depending on which time of the month it is.

If I were back home I would be waking up to the smell of gunpowder and last night's leftovers. The streets would be littered with burnt scraps of paper from the fireworks. There would be kids walking the streets hoping to find firecrackers that they can play with. I wouldn't be waking up to Valerie's voice on Wowowee saying: A, B or C! GOOO!

I don't dream often but when I do, my dreams are really weird and disorienting. Last night, well technically it was more like earlier today, I dreamt about my college classmate Stephen and my new friend Jobs, whom I've never personally met. I would love to share the details but I can't remember what happened. All I know is that it involved myself and two guys. Awwwright! Giggity giggity goo! Kidding. It was a G rated dream.

I welcomed 2009 in my pj's while watching Survivorman. It wasn't a conscious decision on my part. I was just too lazy to dress up though I did put on polka dot underwear to honor the tradition so snaps for me.

I'll be turning a year older in two days in the company of half my family in a country halfway around the world from where I want to be. I've decided to do nothing on my birthday because what's the point really? I mean, I'm thankful that I'm still alive and I'm thankful for all the blessings but I just don't see the point. I guess this means I'm really getting older. Or maybe I'm just terribly missing my friends and my family. Or maybe both. Coupled with that annual feeling of self-doubt and restlessness. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my last quarter-life crisis. This one promises to be lengthier than the previous ones with more action-packed scenes and heart-wrenching drama. We have a winner right here.

Besides, what's a birthday party if you're not spending it with friends right? The silly jokes, the booze, the party games. I don't have any of that here. And even if I did, it would still be different because I'm pretty sure that I cannot find another Joel or another Jeng or another Joy anywhere else in the world. I have two really good friends here, Hayden and Trem, and they're cool but they weren't there when I was going through all the adolescent issues I had. I think being with the same group of friends I've been with during those horrible, horrible puberty years is a real bonding experience. Or maybe I'm just really lucky that I found these amazing people who are willing to put up with all my crap.

So anyway, I've been here for a couple of years now and I still get homesick. I don't really miss the places back home, except maybe Boracay and Baguio because I have special memories there. It's the people I miss. I miss the lifestyle. I had a good job, decent income and very low stress levels. I didn't have to go here. I could have just stayed back home and lived a happy average life. But instead I chose to go here. Because I know it'll be for the better in the long run. If not for me, then certainly for my kids. This realization doesn't soften the emotional blow though. I think this is what every Pinoy who works abroad goes through.

Reminds me of the time when Joel and I were talking about stuff. Real deep stuff. He was like, I think you're a strong person. And I was all, I don't think so. I'm here and I'm staying because I have to, not because I'm strong. It's not like I have a choice. If I could be selfish I'd just quit and go home. It's no fun trying to fit 26 hours in a 24-hour day. Can you? I always seem to have loads of free time on my hands when I was back home. But here, it's just unbelievable. Or maybe it's just New York. If I were in Monowi, NE I bet I'd be going crazy with all the free time I would have. Hint: This is when you open a new browser and Google Monowi, NE.

I've been thinking of going away again this summer. To Singapore or Thailand maybe? I checked my Chinese horoscope and it says finances will be tight for me this year but that it's the perfect time for me to go back to school. I mean come on, when are finances ever not tight? Now I'm psyched to go to school again. I'm gonna start reviewing for the GRE, go to open houses, request for information brochures to be mailed to me. I just don't know how long I can stick with it this time. I got unmotivated halfway through the review the last time I tried.

I was reading back on this post and I noticed that the original topic (which is the new year) has been sidelined by my rambling. So for my closing statement, I give you:

It's 2009. It's a new year. I don't have any resolutions like in previous years. I've decided to take it a day at a time. Here's to good health, lots of laughs and more sexy times ahead! Cheers!