David's surprise birthday

David recently had his birthday, but our friends Darko and Janet hosted a post-birthday suprise party for him last Saturday. Also the night before, we went out for our much-delayed birthday dinner. The reason for these delayed celebrations was the abominable weather the previous week. It had been raining incessantly, and it was too agonizing to even go out in that undesirable weather. So it was wise to move all the gaiety that weekend. David and I went to McCormick & Schmick's, a real swanky seafood restaurant. We haven't really been to a seafood restaurant in a long time, so it was a good decision. We had the greatest time! I had the grilled halibut and he had the seafood platter. It was marvelous.

I only knew about Darko's plan for the surprise party last Thursday. It was so exciting because knowing me, I couldn't contain a secret, so it would be a real test of self-restraint. I did a great job in keeping the secret from him! He absolutely had no idea and he never suspected anything. Earlier that day, we attended a baby shower for an officemate. And since the party wrapped up at 5pm, and the surprise party wasn't happening until 8.30pm, I managed to convince him to go to the mall. Darko's alibi to him was just to watch a movie at their place. I successly got him to linger a little more at the mall before we headed out to the party.

The mall stopover proved to be beneficial for me, too, since he indulged me with a couple of fragrances plus a couple of body lotion. And not to mention an additional red tube top. :) I love my hubby!

And so going up to Darko's place in the elevator, I tried so hard to keep myself from bursting out the exciting secret about to happen. I was worried I looked so smug, and he'd suddenly act suspicious. And so ever-nochalantly, I pushed the doorbell button a thousand times (like we always do, for fun!) and there was Darko, welcoming us (thanks Heavens, he did not make a silly comment like, "look there's nobody here!" like he did to Janet's surprise birthday last year).

And then six friends jumped out from hiding and screamed "surprise" to an obviously surprised David! His first ever suprise party was a hit! It was seconds after that he realized the surprise party was for his birthday, he told me he thought they were just playing a surprise joke with him :)

Darko elaborately prepared the party for him. The whole enchilada- balloons, champagne and beer, grilled chicken, lasagna, gyros and french fries. And there was even an ice cream cake for him! And he got a belated birthday present, a camera tripod from our friend Derek. I guess he was totally taken by surprise by the whole treat.

The night was spent watching Shakira videos, chatting and - babbling about our least-liked officemates, enjoying the food and toasting to David. It was a great, great night spent with friends. And I'm grateful to Darko (the eternal party guy) for taking an extra mile to celebrate David's birthday.

Later we hung out at their balcony eating more gyros and sharing stories about anything. It was a great Saturday night. Happy birthday hubby!

XXIX

I’m hitting 29 years in a week, and I made this list of all the little lessons I’ve learned in life, which took me 29 years to fully understand and accept. When I was 15, I thought I’ve learned all there is to learn in life; when I was 20 I thought I could not do more than what I’ve already done; when I was 25, I knew there was more. Now when I’m turning 29, I know that these lessons I’ve learned the hard way are true and I hope that somehow I could glide through life more smoothly now…

1. It is better to know how to cook your own meals.
2. Math is not the end of the world.
3. You have to learn to trust yourself more.
4. You don’t have to live your life based on the opinions of other people.
5. Throw your hat over the fence.
6. When life gets tough, take it one day at a time.
7. Good health should never be compromised.
8. You appreciate home more after you leave it.
9. You must have clean fingernails and toenails at ALL times.
10. You must not apologize to a friend just because she didn’t get things her way.
11. You must not waste precious time with people who doesn’t care and so full of themselves.
12. Allow yourself a substantial amount of time to resolve all your personal issues.
13. Always follow the rules.
14. The Golden Rule works all the time.
15. It pays to be organized and detail-oriented.
16. Sometimes the easiest way is the stormiest way out.
17. Save for a rainy day.
18. There is always a solution to every problem.
19. Good things happen to those who wait.
20. Never allow myself become frumpy and unkempt.
21. Happiness is a choice and a state of mind.
22. Love yourself more first and foremost.
23. Be open to new ideas and new experiences.
24. Be happy to give a compliment, and be gracious to receive one.
25. Learn and relearn everything in life.
26. Be happy for others.
27. Do what you can and enjoy what you can today, because tomorrow, you might be too old for it.
28. Keep your expectations within reason and your hopes high.
29. Marriage is a wonderful thing.

the case of the bowl set

A friend scoffed at me when she learned I had wanted a bowl set for my birthday. I spoke to her recently and mentioned to her I set my eye on an 8-piece casual china bowl set in an array of colors- mustard, tangerine, lime, blue, maroon, bone, black and ivory. It's so delightful, like Russian nesting dolls, you know, from tiniest to biggest, and I quickly fell in love with it. And even though my birthday was weeks away, my hubby purchased it for me. We went past it at the dining section at the department store, and so much like a case of love at first sight, I told myself and my hubby I have to have it!

And so we lugged my heavy birthday present (sans bows and shiny wrap) happily one afternoon. When I was still in college, I started a collection of pairs of interesting-looking bowls. I only managed to collect three pairs, and somehow it went kaput and gave in to more no-nonsense pursuits.

And then my friend gave me that most interesting remark the other day. She thought it was the oddest and most insincere gift to the female form! She said it wasn't exactly what she's expecting a husband to give on a wife's birthday.

Which got me thinking, am I that domesticated now? Have I become... too housewifely? Have I forgotten all that girly stuff and girlfriend necessities? Have I sunk deeply into the marriage abyss?

The thing is: I am not. I am more than I used to be. My friend told me the expected birthday gift would be, jewelry or a day trip to the spa. I explained to her things change slightly when one is married. In my case, my priorities have switched around a bit. It's because when you have a home to run, and a mortgage to reckon with, I believe it's best to 'acclimatize'.

My friend's argument was, a woman should be a woman no matter what, and her needs and likes should never be compromised. Marriage should not change the things that you get accustomed to. I told her that she would understand my point once she's also married. But she shot back at me that that was precisely why she dislikes marriage and thinks that marriage won't ever work for her.

She has become one of the I-don't-wanna-lose-my-identity-as-a-woman woman. And in her eyes, maybe I have become a lost-behind-husband's-identity kind of woman. But you see, I am not. And I'm not gonna scream at the top of my lungs to insist I am the same person. Because I am still the girly old me- I can't live without hair conditioner, I'd die without my beauty provisions, I still enjoy a long, (scalding) hot shower after my evening chores (a must!), I need to have my nails done before I step out, I love my earrings and my bracelets and necklaces and dream about rubies, pearls and diamond eternity rings. It's the same me. I still take forever to get ready in the morning.

But like I said, things changed just a tiny bit. I don't believe in losing oneself in marriage. I believe it's a partnership, and I believe there's growth in this partnership. The changes I speak of pertains to the drift and the structure of the things that I desire, compared to when I was still single. Maybe I like dining and housewares now, does it mean I am slaughtering my femininity?

I can't speak for every other married woman out there, but I never felt I lost myself in the shadow of my husband. Yeah, I might appear odd to others because of my strange choice of a birthday present. I'd like to be practical. And there's nothing more practical than a fancy, functional bowl set. I'm not gonna berate my husband into giving me a chichi necklace and earrings set just to celebrate and impose my womanhood. I'm comfortable and confident enough to want a humble bowl set for my birthday.

Different strokes for different folks. I can't blame my friend for thinking what an unstylish creatures we are. Maybe she was right, it was not the suitable gift. But then again, the bowl set made me happy and I'd rather stick to bowl set, be happy and be practical than oblige a jewelry birthday present and remain unsatisfied. And I still can't believe how the bowl set sparked a discourse on marriage!

newest recipe

Oh, no! This is shifting into a cooking blog! hehe But I just have to post this newest favorite recipe I had created last night:

1 tablespoon olive oil
1 cup beef brisket, sliced thinly
1 cup fresh baby portabella mushrooms, sliced
dash of garlic powder and seasoned salt
2 tablespoons worcestershire sauce and herbes de provence (for marinade)

Marinate beef brisket thin slices in worcestershire sauce and herbes de provence for 30 minutes. Saute in olive oil until meat is brown. Add portabella mushrooms and stir fry until tender. Season with garlic powder and seasoned salt.

It's that quick and simple. Maybe one day I could come up with a Quickest and Simplest Recipes From A (Previously) Non-cook cookbook, hahaha.

dance event

Last night, David and I went to a fundraising event hosted by CMHS, where we work, called the Multicultural Dance Event. It was a showcase of different dances all over the world. We had a great time. Although at first David predicted nobody would show up, but the Clarendon Ballroom in Arlington was jam-packed by the time the show started at 7pm.

There were complimentary drinks and hors d'oeuvres during the two-hour show. And it happened again, I was asked for my ID when I tried to get some white wine at the bar. We either get a soda, beer or wine for our complimentary drink, and David dared me to ask for some wine at the bar and see if they'd ask for my ID :) Well, they did. And I just settled for a soda anyway. I wanted to take David's white wine, but the bouncer was eyeing us for possible underage drinking, hahaha! As David was going around taking pictures during the show, I feasted on sushi at the bar with an officemate.

The dance presentations were spectacular. Except for the last one, a salsa number where the pair just twirled around like they were drunk and traipsing on the dancefloor. It was quite a dreary performance compared to all other passionate routines of the dancers. I love the Sahara dancers! Their belly dancing and Middle Eastern dances were amazing and impressive! I also love the flamenco! Oh, the dancers were superb. All the footworks and intense rhythms and clapping of the hands, plus their very colorful costumes, was totally astounding.

Other dances include an West African dance, Irish step dance (the kids were cute in their bright and intricate costumes and curly hair), Indian and South Asian dances, Hasidic and Yiddish traditional dance, hip-hop, and other Middle Eastern dances. But the flamenco and the belly dance were the best-applauded performances. The whole show was wonderful. The current Miss Ethiopia emceed the event.

Several people from work were there, and we huddled together around our tiny table, chatting and having fun. We met families and loved-ones of co-workers, too. And in gatherings like this is when you get to more your coworkers beyond snappy lunches, strait-laced meetings and spontaneous idle talks on the hallway. I am loving the experience. It enriches the whole existence.

summer is here!

Summer officially started today! The humidity is making me giddy. But I love this season. There is a torrent of festivals, beach outings, flea markets and lively activities we can enjoy. I love this place, there is so much we can do!

Back home, summer is unofficially marked by the week-long celebration of the Semana Santa. By that time, temperature creeps up to an unbearable proportions. And people escape it by going to the beach, taking long siestas, cooling off in a water park or the mall, and overindulging on halo-halo. It's the season for fiestas, too. Time to reconnect with kin and loved ones.

During summer back home, flowers are abloom and fruits are abundant. And it's also the time for my favorite childhood summer memory- the Flores de Mayo. I remember until I was ten years old, I adored Flores de Mayo. I practically wiped out my grandmother's flower garden, just to bring a flower offering everyday to the Virgin Mary. And we get to learn to pray and play with other kids. And at the end of May, I get to be either an angel or Reina Elena in the Santacruzan.

I realized now that I have so many wonderful summer childhood memories it could fill an entire baul :) Now it's time to create more happy memories again. Because I think I missed the true essence of summer- relaxation, merriment and socializing. Back in high school and college, summers were spent on summer workshops and classes and many other extra-curricular activities. I am wondering if I could ever do simple things yet again. Start a hobby, explore places, have fun and throw my cares away. Maybe I could do that this year!

This is my second summer here, and I love it. There are many, many exciting things David and I can likely do. Go places, try out and enjoy the things we've never tried before, like visiting lighthouses, scouring more flea markets, visit more historic places. Ahh, all those possibilities!

Happy summer!!!

A lesson in "hiya"

We had an eye-opening experience last weekend. It had something to do with kindness, manipulation and the Filipino word “hiya”. Hiya, in Filipino means shame and is a motivating factor behind behavior. It is a sense of social propriety and conforming to societal norms of behavior. It is synonymous to basic courtesy. Good manners, that is. But in our experience last Saturday, hiya was thrown out of the window.

I know it’s a cultural difference. This culture, unlike Pinoy, tends to be more assertive, demanding and bold. While most Pinoys would be hesitant and shy with other people who are helping them, this culture appeared to me as presumptuous. I know it was our first sampling of that particular trait, but I could not believe it was tolerated (by grownups, regretfully). It was disheartening.

Courtesy, respect, gratitude- these were all trampled upon. In my own two eyes, I witnessed how a 9 year old child, can manipulate other people. One could easily argue the child’s background and emotional need. But helping this child to experience what they couldn’t possibly experience in their own family life, disregarding courtesy, respect and gratitude, is not helping at all. I believe you simply gave them something, but with no meaning.

Let me talk about Little Miss Ginger Ale, our 9 year old subject. She came from the inner city, from a neighborhood teeming with drugs. She was part of the group of kids invited by the inner city outing club where we took part as first-time volunteers for the club’s activity for that day. That weekend, we were going to a charity polo match at the Green Meadows Polo Club in The Plains, Virginia. Initially, she seemed to be fine, talkative and eager. But much to our surprise, she was no timid little child, after all.

We took them first to a department store to pick some outfits and accessories for them. For the girls, we were to pick shoes and hats for them, to complete their ensemble for the polo match. Since nothing would fit from the choices prepared by the store for them, we were asked to pick shoes and hats with them. As soon as they set their eyes on the hats and shoes, they started ripping the price tag off them! We were aghast. And it looked like they were out of control. They would not listen to us, and they began demanding the things that they want. Little Miss Ginger Ale smugly declared to us- “I want this! I want this pair of shoes! I need a purse! I need some earrings! This is what I want!” And they made quite a little scene at the store, which prompted a lady to say to me, Oh guys, you’re in a mess.

We were mortified. We felt helpless. We went into a litany of “You can’t have that! Put that back! Are you out of your mind? You can’t even walk in them!” Ginger Ale’s sister even cried and insisted she wanted those stilettos. We, with our hiya culture and background, were all shook up. We were tormented by the scene we’ve just been exposed to. Nobody, even how poor and desperate and troubled they are, in the Philippines would act such a way when other people show them kindness.

And I thought that was the last of their hullabaloo. On the way to the event, they were constantly annoying us- “Turn that music on! Turn this window down! It makes my nose bleed. Give me your glasses! I need some lotion! I only drink ginger ale. Get me some ginger ale!” I couldn’t wait for them to get off the car.

I know this is a different culture, a different place and a totally different scenario. We were aware of that. But we believe courtesy, respect and gratitude must be invariable. And we couldn’t help but compare them with those humble, impoverished underprivileged souls in the Philippines who would say thank you when given something, and would not dare to demand for something, and would not be as manipulative as Little Miss Ginger Ale. Hiya would always matter, out of respect and gratitude to those who helped them.

And sadly, the grownups seemed tolerant. Whatever they want, they said. Which we believe was unacceptable. Allowing kids to be impolite is allowing them to plunge deeper into the shabby existence they already have. I know their life is hard, and a little indulgence can make them a little happy. But the way we saw it, it was a clear case of manipulation and taking advantage of one’s kindness.

Yes, it was but one, single experience. But it was enough to jolt us to a harsh reality, and into a barrage of questions that would torment our beings. We hope we can fathom the entanglement of the said experience. I had some experience mingling with the underprivileged kids in my husband's high school batch's yearly Reachout before, but we never encountered anything like Ginger Ale. Which made us realize that wherever we may go, the values that we grow up with, sometimes forgotten, will still stir our souls and make us appreciate what we have as warm and grateful people..........

Courage Cup

We were invited to a charity polo match (the 2006 Courage Cup) by David's friend last Saturday. It was held at the Green Meadows Polo Club in The Plains, Va. It was our first polo match and we thought it was fancy- but definitely great. I love the tailgate picnic! It was a hot and humid Saturday (around 90 degrees) and so we were slowly scorched under the sun. It was one lovely and thrilling afternoon for us, but unfortunately, the day did not start as dandy and unruffled as it should be.

That- is an entirely different story. And I could devote a whole new blog post for that. Let me just say, the chaos involved a misrepresentation, a knotty schedule and Little Miss Ginger Ale. The first one, I must admit, was clouded by my reluctance and impatience. The other two were total disappointment. And David and I were mortified, exasperated and disturbed. Positively quagmired.

But let me babble about the Courage Cup. As described, it was the hallmark of the Washington Social Calendar. To be there was exhilarating enough. Our group had a tailgate picnic, and I guess it was enjoyable. We enjoyed the whole scene. Though we did not pay that much attention to the game, but I think the whole event was designed more for socialization- meeting people, to see and be seen, just having fun. And of course, everything was for charity.

I loved everything about the event- the nice-looking people in elegant outfits, the great-looking horses, horsemen swinging the tiny ball with their mallet, and this thing called divot stomping. The mood of the whole event was captivating and impressive.

How I wish that the day started out splendidly. But no use lamenting what had just transpired. I'm glad it ended wonderfully. I'd rather spend a day which began rather shaky and turned out to be a blast, than a day started off jubilantly and ended horribly, totally ruining the day. I enjoyed our day out at the Courage Cup!

slumbook mania

Trying to recall the fun and trends we had as a young girl in the late 80s, I was flabbergasted when the word "slumbook" came to my mind. I can't even find an exact definition of slumbook! But I remember the craze back when we were young. Young girls were fixated on finding who's got a crush on whom, and who has the cutest dedication, or who's got the smartest answers. Now there are blogs, tags, myspace, friendster, etc. I am not even sure if there's someone who was born or was a preteen past the year 1989, knew what a slumbook was, or how it looks like. And if they find out, I'm sure they'd cringe and guffaw like we did our parents with their bell-bottoms and afro.

But I hope people my age could remember what a slumbook was. And how we, in our youthful bliss and ignorance, wallowed in the ultimate kabaduyan! So from third grade until 6th grade (the year was 1989, to be exact), slumbook was totally hip and happening. And me and my girl classmates were kind of crazy about it, too.

The cheesiest queries would be: What is your nickname? What is your favorite color? What is your motto in life? Who is your crush? Who is your favorite movie star? What is your secret ambition? What is your favorite dish? Who is your inspiration? What are your likes and dislikes? What turns you off? Have you been in love? Do you prefer long engagement?

Totally, totally old hat. But- a deluge of squeaky teenyboppers were wrapped up into it. Ahh, those were the days. Back when you're cool when you write fucshia as your favorite color, and Phoebe Cates and Tom Cruise (and not, heavens forbid, Sharon Cuneta and Gabby Concepcion) as your favorite moviestars, or to be a (prosaic) doctor/nurse/lawyer as your ambition. Those, are the elements of nine to twelve year olds' minds. And the crushes were mostly just initials, or code names, or Top Secret. Some would even write Jesus Christ as their crush, just to escape the stinging teasing from friends, or cover up a real crush to a dorky kid. The slumbook jazzed all that up. Merry, merry, merry naïveté. Don't you think?

And who could forget those silly dedications at the end? Remember M, remember E, put them together remember ME. eeeeeeeeewwwwwwww. Could there be anything more bakya than that?! Can anyone tell me other unspeakably baduy dedications?

Well, those were the simple years. Back when life as a kid was so much simpler. Back when sunsets are sunsets, pineapple juice is pineapple juice. No complex addendum. No double meanings. Ages away from intricate and oftentimes challenging existence that is called adulthood. It was a different time then. There were no iPods, no myspace, no camera phone and text messages, no blogs. Just unadulterated expressions of youthful innocence. Through the humble, outdated piece called the slumbook.

my biggest (yet) obsession

Lately, I have been a girl of many obsessions- perfecting sunny side up, hanging the bath towel to dry in my preferred way, not moving any of my stuff in the kitchen (so that I'll be able to reach anything even with my eyes shut), taking out the trash on the dot, doing my rituals in a precise sequence and manner, among other silly things. And then... getting obsessed with dogs. I watch dog shows and Animal Planet a whole lot. And I get excited and envious everytime I see a dog out prancing about, or drooling in a car window.

You see, I've left an adorable, bratty tiny little dog back home. And I miss her terribly. She's an angel, although my mom told me recently she has become kind of a prima donna- always wanting to do things her way. And as expected, my mom was indulging her.

She was a gift to me a couple of years ago. At that time, I lost my other dog and I thought I could not bear to have another dog again. But she turned out to be a real joy. I love her so much, she's the cutest thing in the whole world. But soon after, she has become more my mom's dog (she'd ignore me when mom's around, and she'd rush to my mom, not to me when we get home) as she was my dog. But we have a special bond together. Now, everytime I talk to my mom on the telephone, she'd let me "talk" to her, too, and mom said, she would perk up when she hears the word "bubblelicious". She had always liked it when I call her that way.

And so, I have been hinting for a long time now how tempting it is to have a tiny dog. But as appealing as it was, I know we can't have a dog right now. So I guess I'd just have to deal with getting envious to every dog and dog owner right now. And recently, I have been urging my hubby to have an excursion to the animal shelter, so that we can take a look at all their adorable dogs. Something tells me at the back of my mind it's extraordinary to rescue a dog. But then again, I'd just have to appease myself with just holding them and petting them, even for just a while.

I would tell my hubby, we can pretend to be prospective adoptive pet parents, and then we can hug and enjoy as many dogs as we want to. And I even have this plan to visit as many animal shelters as we can. Faced with the prospect of spending Saturday and Sunday afternoons in shelters, the look on his face was of total skepticism :)

So I am now in a tangled emotional hubbub. I really love those malti-poos, or even those rambunctious Parson Russell terriers, or maybe the goo-goo eyed King Charles spaniels- but I guess my heart will forever be pinned down to my little terri-poo rascal back home.

my dinner date

I went out on a little date with my hubby last Saturday night. It was not the mushy candle-lit dinner date, but just a nice and thoughtful "let's go out so that you don't have to cook dinner anymore". And I thought it was so romantic and solicitous of him.

We went to this Vietnamese restaurant, which we nosed out from the Washingtonian. It was a no-nonsense place where they only serve their specialty- Phở. David liked this traditional Vietnamese noodle dish, but it was my first time to taste it. It was an interesting bowl filled with white rice noodles in beef broth, with thin cuts of beef brisket. Actually, you have a choice of steak, fatty flanks, or tripes and even chicken. Other ingredients are onions, coriander leaves, basil, mint, bean sprouts and lime. I love it. The taste is something new to me, yet it was very satisfying. Not bad on my first try.

The little date with him was a far cry from our dating mode before. I remember at the end of the month, we would dress up, give each other little presents and we would celebrate our 'birthday'. Abundant flowers never fail to delight me. It was definitely memorable. I was always looking forward to that end-of-the-month celebration. But I would never trade our little date last Saturday with those lavish and trendy indulgence. I adore him when we dated, and I adore him more now because he has become more considerate, chivalrous and decidedly warmhearted. Little things he does make me feel special.

Like when we were a young, dating couple, he would go an extra mile to make our days truly special. And he has never forgotten those romantic and gallant ways. As married couple now, in our own special way, we've managed to surprise each other with tender and committed deeds of love.

Esto es para usted, David. :)

my choleric relationship with newspaper reading

When I read newspapers, I always check the Entertainment section first. Does that make me a an ignoramus?

I am talking about when I read Inquirer or Philippine Star or the local dailies, whether actually leafing through the pages or online. I have a peculiar pattern- Entertainment, Lifestyle, Opinion, Comics and then the Headlines. Sometimes I think that's quite a strange pattern, however, I would proudly stand by it and I have my reasons for doing so.

I read the newspapers because I want to be always updated on the happenings of the country. I am not exactly a political person, nor would I wish to be an activist or something of that sort. I am just curious about what's going on. And most of the time, I go from curious to annoyed to mad as hell. I always find the opinions thought-provoking, but I loathe the headlines. I rarely read the editorials because I think they're too long and don't offer enough comfort for me. I also think it is too insipid in the effort of being impartial. I just want to focus on something light and compelling, and if I possibly could, just pleasant, agreeable and stimulating news.

Like I said, I am not privy to politics, which is why I despise all politicians. And sad thing is, they're always on the headlines- doing what they do best- mudslingings, smear campaigns, name-calling, hatchet jobs. All in the name of their so-called doggone statemanship, love of country and devotion to the masses. What a baloney! If they're truly committed then they would HELP and NOT be preoccupied with destroying every other politicians on their way. They seem to have all the opinions and condemnations, but never the solutions. Basta, whoever is in the top position is evil and has to step down. That's always their standpoint. I remember David asking me once if I could make a list of my top 10 rotten politicians that has to be executed. If he would ask me about that now, I could give him a list in 1o seconds. And I know who's on the top of my list. How I hate him.

This is precisely what makes me mad when I read the newspapers. Nothing but goofball politicians ranting about how the president's destroying the country. It's always the president's fault. If the oil prices are high, it's the president's fault. If the roads, schools and facilities on their own districts are gummed up, always the president's fault, if the population increases, it's the president's fault again. Well, even an oncoming typhoon is still the president's fault! You can read the same ludicrous things every single day. And yet, as righteous as they proclaimed they are, they can never offer themselves to help. It's pretty obvious they're only displacing their hapless incompetence, ignorance and insincerity. And it makes feel a little angry inside.

Sometimes I think it's better to read recipes than to subject myself to that lunacy. It's better to read about travel, fashion, shows and events rather than douse myself with such hogwash. What I always find mirth-worthy is Pugad Baboy comics. I find it hilarious and truthful. So Pinoy and so witty at the same time. It never fails to create a smile.

As cranky as my relationship with reading the newspaper truly is, it doesn't mean I have to stop reading. Maybe because I still think I could find a glimmer of hope that it could change. Or maybe my fervent need to know everything that's stirring up the country. But I'm still hoping, and I won't lose this hope, that someday, there will truly be good news.

frenzy Wednesday

I haven't been in a real rollercoaster, however, I can just imagine the maddening twists and turns of the ride. That's exactly how I would describe the last few days. A roller coaster of emotions, so to speak. I have always been afraid of rollercoasters and perhaps I would never be convinced to ever ride in one, not anytime soon. However, I felt the fury of ups and downs (and the upside-downs), the twirls and spins of a rollercoaster in the last few days.

In a moment of misery, it would be easy to say I feel lost. I am a lost soul. However, it keenly feels like hampered yet aware of everything else while being tossed and turned like a sack of potatoes. Or maybe not. It certainly feels like being shot high up and then back down again before I could bat an eyelash. It's madness!

However, if this were a rollercoaster ride, I know it will cease at some point, and this turbulent ride will end. And I know, I'd still be whole and I would pull around after I get off from it. And I'm lucky because I have a hand to hold while in this flurrying ride. Eso es la belleza verdadera de vida.

"Pinoy Truisms"

Nothing beats Pinoy humor. I chanced upon these bunch of funny (but true) clichés which display the unmistakable, undefeatable truly Pinoy humor . Where else can you find a bunch of people who can make fun of anything under the sun? Kahit gallows humor. Be it black humor, grim humor, macabre humor, sick humor. Ang saya, di ba? :)

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One precisely admirable Pinoy disposition is resilience. No matter what happens, Pinoys always bounce back. Immediately. And take it lightly. No matter what happens, kailangan maka-ligo pa rin. Kahit giyera na, kailangan manicure and pedicure pa rin. And no Pinoy would miss a photo op. Not in this lifetime, hehehe

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Ang buhay ay parang bato, it's hard.

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Better late than pregnant.

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Behind the clouds are the other clouds.

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It's better to cheat than to repeat!

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Do unto others... then run!!!

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Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibang salop.

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Magbiro ka na sa lasing, magbiro ka na sa bagong gising, 'wag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.

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When all else fails, follow instructions.

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Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, lumaki sa ibang bansa.

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To err is human, to errs is humans.

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Ang taong nagigipit...sa Bumbay kumakapit.

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Pag may usok...may nag-iihaw.

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Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin... may utang.

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No guts, no glory... no ID, no entry.

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Birds of the same feather that prays together... stays together.

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Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukot.

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Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao.

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Ang taong di marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan ....ay may stiff neck.

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Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster.

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Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga. Kapag may taga, may tahi.

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Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.

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Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na sa appointment.

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Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.

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Better late than later....

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Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago, mabuti pa ang bahay kubo, sa paligid puno ng linga.

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Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!

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No man is an island because time is gold.

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Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto... muta lang yan.

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Kapag ang puno mabunga... mataba ang lupa!

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When it rains...it floods.

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Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon... mauubusan din ng kandila.

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Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw, minsan nasa vulcanizing shop.

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Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan... sapul.

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Try and try until you succeed... or else try another.

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Ako ang nagsaing... iba ang kumain. Diet ako eh.

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Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik.

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Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.

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If you can't beat them, shoot them. (Nalundasan)

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An apple a day is too expensive.

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An apple a day makes seven apples a week. (really expensive!)

Memorial Day

Last year, at Memorial Day, we went to Colonial Williamsburg. It was a lovely restored 18th century colonial town where they preserved homes and other colonial establishments (like a general store, apothecary, gunsmith, tavern, tailor, post office, etc. etc.) It was my second weekend outing since I arrived. I remember that pleasant, sunshiny day, and I couldn’t believe it has been one year since.

This year, at Memorial Day, we went to Old Town Alexandria, another charming colonial city. We wanted to see the replica of ‘Godspeed’, one of the three ships which sailed to America from Britain to form the permanent colony of Jamestown in 1607. I love anything historic, and I definitely wanted to see the much talked-about ship.

Maybe it was because I played in my mind that the ship would be grand and imposing over and over, that is why I was a little disappointed to see a modest-looking ship docked at the Potomac waterfront. It was definitely smaller than I had expected, which made me wonder if they ever really sailed that tiny bit of a ship across the Atlantic. But then again, sea voyage back then was no mega-tankers or 525-feet super yachts, so I guess my expectations were a little off base.

The ship, even from afar, looked quaint. And it looked so delicate and vulnerable. Yet it traversed rough seas and reached Virginia. It was a marvelous feat. And to catch a glimpse of that part of this rich history is truly exciting and amazing.

I love the look of the Old Town. The cobblestone streets are so charming and the old homes are so pretty to look at. The outdoor cafes and many other old-fashioned stores magnify the historic beauty of the whole place. The Potomac Waterfront offer a best-looking view of the Potomac River and the everlasting enchantment of history. It’s truly admirable.

The sights and sounds at Old Town that Memorial day afternoon were captivating. There was an old “glass harper” who played Bach on a myriad of water-filled goblets, a magician enthralling little children with his rope tricks, a lone cellist playing love songs, a couple of young boys playing their violins on the street corner, even a bunch of tough-looking bikers, plus an assortment of revelers just enjoying the afternoon. And of course, the little piece of history called the Godspeed. It’s always awe-inspiring and exciting.

by golly, they got married!

At last, our friends Darko and Janet tied the knot. After a couple of years engagement and countless challenges along the way, they finally wed. It happened on a perfect bright and cool Saturday afternoon at the penthouse of their home building. It was a lovely day to be wed- sunny and breezy and only the minor mishaps happened. Everything went well according to plans. (Well, almost. The DJ played the wrong song for their first dance). But all in all, it was a great wedding.

Friends cheered as they were pronounced husband and wife, and everyone was convivial while posing for the official wedding photographs. The groom's nephew, who was the ring bearer, looked adorable in his tuxedo. The butter-colored pineapple custard wedding cake looked so nice, (and yummy, too!). The bride wore a beaded white bustier wedding gown and she had a nice bouquet of cream-and-pink roses.

It was a nice party at the reception, too, because Peruvian and Bosnians do know how to party a lot :) So it was a jubilant mix of Latin music and Bosnian folk music, which the whole family zestfully danced to. The delighted bride danced all night! She was so full of energy.

Nothing can possibly spoil the beautiful evening (not even the snooty caterer's headwaitress who shooed other guests away at the buffet table, because, your table is not called yet, that's what the biggety girl actually said; or the absent-minded DJ who played a tacky Richard Marx song rather than the charming Bryan Adams song that they chose). There were free-flowing drinks, which made people happy and go me sick the following day. :) After the caterers left, sumptuous lamb was served by the family and more merrymaking was done.

The happy event was so great. The bride and groom could only sigh for relief because all their hard work has paid off. The cake arrived safely, the minister did not get lost, the ring bearer did not misplace the rings, the caterers showed up, and the bride showed up! :) Now they're bound for eternity- abundant happiness, tons of love and a dozen kids!

the weekend on my mind

I can't seem to to stop thinking about weekends. It overshadows like an impending doom about to clobber me. Well, maybe doom is such a pessimistic word. It seem to me like a pleasant secret about to be discovered. I dreamed of it last night, and the sense of excitement was undeniable.

I came to realize, not too recently, that people can change their long views on certain things in life as they grow older. Perhaps I should say- people transform their personal perspectives. I am an advocate for 'change for the better' mantra, and a fresher, auspicious and optimistic outlook change is always welcome. Over the years, I have transformed my views on weekends.

Weekend is such a simple, uncomplicated and inescapable part of our life: by definition, it is the end of the week, especially the period from Friday evening through Sunday evening. Yet people differ in their thoughts regarding it. Some people take weekends as a break, some people think it's yet another excuse to do more work especially at home. Younger kids look forward to do all the things they thought about over the week, preteens see it as another boring period filled with misery and inactivity. Some people love it, some people hate it.

Let me examine my evolving views on weekend. When I was little, weekends meant nothing else but play, play, play. As a schoolgirl, I looked at it as a respite from a week of school work, projects and various activities. As a teen, weekends felt like a severe punishment of being away from friends and being stuck at home being told to do this and that chores.

As a young adult, I had fluctuating emotions towards weekends, I guess. It was filled with highs and lows, there were glorious heydays and there was even a period when I hated it. I felt it were the loneliest days of the week, and if there was a chance to stay away from it, I would. I had thought of it as a waste of precious time. But then came a period in my life when I learned to appreciate weekends more. I welcomed the chance to take it slow and spend more time at home. I used to think (being young and believing I was invincible) that spending time at home was dumb, and that I need to be out gallivanting all the time (malling for hours and hours, and braving the heat of the sun).

When I got married and left home, a moment of realization happened to me. For a while, I was staying at my in-laws home (while David was away) and spent the weekends at my mom's house. And I never felt so anxious for the weekend. It was so true that one appreciates more the home after he leaves it. I remember being antsy all week, and when it finally came and I spent quiet afternoons with Gatorade and yogurt, I never ever felt so relieved. And to think I used to prefer noise around the house- the radio constantly on in the bedroom, the TV almost always in (rather) high volume, I was constantly chattering around the house, roughhousing with the dog. But it finally happened- I favored quiet weekends at home.

Now I have a different appreciation of weekends. David and I are together and we don't have much responsibilities at home (save the laundry and periodic house cleaning), and so we want to make our weekends as full as we can. Now that summer is coming, we have plenty of plans on our minds. If we can, we wanted to visit as many festivals as we can, theme parks, flea markets (my choice!), take many out of town trips, take tons of pictures and make it as memorable as possible!

I don't know what our weekends would be like, say, in three years. But I always want it to be cheery and productive. Our future weekends may not be quiet, or it may still be unrestricted, or it could become monotonous. But I always want to retain special feeling reserved towards weekends. That it doesn't have to be dull, too hectic or higgledy-piggledy to our liking. But instead, I want our weekends to complement whatever picks and passion we have at that certain time.

Today's Strategic Planning Activity

I was pleasantly surprised to have actually enjoyed today's Strategic Planning activity at work. I muttered to myself silently on the way to the office this morning how unprepared I was and how bored I would certainly get. I signed up for the Board Development small-group discussion (which was the most unpopular topic because only two people signed up for it!). We were merged with another small group, however, there were still few members on our group- three old-timers and two newbies (us).

We were asked to discuss for an hour and a half the strengths, obstacles and limitations of the agency and find solutions to meet the agency's goals, yada, yada. The quintessential points of any small group discussion. It was actually a very interesting ninety minutes. The older ones pointed out the weaknesses of the agency that has been tormenting the community for years, the truth about the system and a lot of other stuffs we never knew before. It was really interesting to listen and absorb all those information. And, as newbies, we got to share our insights, too. All in all, it was great and it was a nice group (being small, not prone to chaotic exchange of ideas, blah, blah).

I was assigned to write the details of our discussion and I got to write the conclusions on the paper for the big presentation. One of the oldies asked me if I went to a Catholic school. I did, and she said she could tell by my handwriting. I can't puzzle out the link, though :) We'll, I was glad our paper was, by far, the neatest and the most organized paper during the presentation. All the others are like vines on the wall, hehe.

We had pizza for lunch, and some Lebanese stuff (in the kitchen, others were unlucky to have missed it). It was a wonderful activity for me. It was a lesson in participation, cooperation and commendation. And I could proudly say, I passed fairly well. And that little thing, made me happy today.

my favorite cheapo* finds

Here are a couple of my favorite finds last weekend:

Maybelline Pure makeup. In porcelain ivory.

It's scent-free, oil-free and totally smudge-free. It doesn't leave a cake-y substance in my face, and since it's 50% water, it feels light and it doesn't give a warm, icky feeling like most of cake foundations do.

It comes in an attractive light-green tiny tube, which is trendy and fresh. It also takes lesser time to apply and blend compared to cake makeups. It gives an instant glow and less fuss, especially if you're in a rush each morning.

I looove this cute little fellow.

And here's another one:

Maybelline Moisture Extreme lipstick. In Rare Ruby.

I love how it glides and how pretty it stains the lips. It's the perfect red- not too bright, not to dark, not too scandalously-red. It's a healthy-looking red, I may say.

Plus the moisturizer doesn't chap the lips and it keeps it smooth and well-moisturized without being clammy. It has a nice scent, too. Not the overwhelming fruity flavor though. I think it's the aloe component, which really taste fresh and not gross.

This, should be, the perfect sales pitch. :)

Spring Greek Festival

Last Saturday afternoon, we went to the Spring Greek Festival at St. Sophia Greek Orthodox Church at 36th and Massachussets. It was a wonderful day, bright and breezy and it was a lovely day to be out. The Festival, with an array of food stalls selling authentic Greek stuff and an arts and crafts display under a white tent, turned out to be less than what we've expected. Well, maybe we just expected something more.

We sampled loukoumades and souvlakis. We liked the loukoumades, it was the first time we ever tasted it. It's chewy and the texture matched well with honey and sprinkle of cinnamon. And David was a little disappointed with the souvlaki. He expected it to be juicier and tastier, however, we found it a little dry. But I'd like to think of it as a still nice experience. We were eyeing the whole lamb roasting on a spit (in the manner of dear old lechon), however, they were gonna serve it in the evening, and since we were not planning to stay there longer, we regrettably turned our backs on it.

Well, maybe we were expecting bands playing Greek music, men in those silly Greek costumes, and lots of other Greek-y stuff. I liked the silver-and-resin jewelry I saw at the arts and crafts, and also the variety of Greek desserts on display. There was this man who gave samples for his kettle popcorn and the popcorn tasted salty and sweet. Very strange. :) But I love the smell of the Festival- the spit-roasted lamb, Greek coffee made in the lovely-looking Greek coffee pot called briki, the skewered souvlakis on the grill, and this tiny stall selling lemonatha.

The Festival is small, being held just in the church grounds. So much like a neighborhood flea market. I love it. It's a new experience and a new appreciation of a different culture.

all the pretty little ponies

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

These unforgettable lines suddenly sparked a delightful memory in my mind. I knew I had read this somewhere, a long time ago, in my youthful years....

I remember our elementary school's old Library, I found a book with stories of Winnie the Pooh- the old, black and white, sketchy Pooh before he became too Disney-ized. I loved him since then. Suddenly the memory of the humid second-floor library, the smell of old books, the stifled silence typically imposed on 9 and 10 year old students visiting the Library, all came to back to me. I don't even remember the title of the book, but I chose it and held on to it, borrowed it a number of times until I finished all the stories.

Back then, it had no significant meaning to my 9-year old mind. What I found were endearing qualities of Pooh- his forgetfulness, his light-hearted attitude and his friendship with Christopher Robin. The words of Pooh rhymed, and it was beautiful. Its beauty, I never fully understood until now.

There were two books I read as a young girl which etched strong impressions on my mind. One is the Pooh book, and the other one is called Arrivals and Departures. Arrivals and Departures was a collection of short stories. I don't remember much about the stories anymore, but I remember best that I liked it very much. The only thing I remember is the story about a young girl with a blue nose and how she got it. The girl has plenty of freckles, and somebody asked her how many freckles she got on her nose. She tried to count, however, she keeps on losing track, which prompted her to dab her freckles with blue ink in order not to count the freckles over and over. Such puerile musings! So characteriscally dissimilar to the present generation's tales on demons and wizardry.

I read a lot. But I can't say there's a particular genre of reading that I belong to, I'm not into reading philosophy only, or biographies only or history only. I read everything. I read short stories, sometimes I read novels. I read a number of biographies. I read children's stories. I read magazine and newspaper features a lot. I had read all the articles in my 10-years worth collection of old issues National Geographic magazines. There are some books I read which I never finish. There are books I wished I had the energy to read (Tale of Two Cities and Romeo and Juliet). There are books I had read rather late (I never read The Little Prince until I was in first year college).

And then, there are books which inflamed my youthful heart, then buried into obliviousness and found its way back into my consciousness right now. Just like in the case of the passage above.

Growing up is a long, steady process. One does not sleep at night a child and wakes up the next morning aged and wiser. Just like reading, it is a step by step process. One does not read The Road Less Traveled at 10 years old and emerge with wisdom after that. When I was 13, I was in a hurry to grow up. I was impatient and resented that I was young and could not do things I thought I could do. I kept asking my mother why, and she told me- "you know when you're older. Don't hurry".

There is exactly a right time for everything. And there is a right time to read something. One must read Love in the Time of Cholera at the right time of your life. When one is young, he shall read all about the pretty little ponies, and one day, when he's older and calmer, those memories will bring a different spectacle in his life. And discover that in life, one should never lose wonder....

recipe for a bad night out

take 1 eager future sister-in-law,
1 strong-willed bride to be;
add 1 confused groom to be,
mix with sleazy-looking nightclub-
voilá! a disastrous night.

Last weekend, I got invited to a girls night out by a friend who's a bride-to-be (getting hitched in two weeks), and it was her future sister-in-law who organized it in her honor. The big glitch was- the bride was hesitant to go to the said night club and would rather go to a different place.

And so, I thought we were not going with her future sister-in-law to the club anymore, however, at the last minute, she was convinced by her fiancé to go and have fun with his sister, who painstakingly planned the whole thing for her.

When we got to the place (her fiancé and my husband dropped us girls there), it wasn't exactly the place we wanted to be at that particular night. The place looked seedy, and the location was in a badly-lit area, there was a construction site nearby, and the crowd we saw wasn't exactly a comfortable looking bunch (at least for us), and it's so far away from a well-lit, busy street where we could hail a cab home (because much to my chagrin, the guys were NOT planning on picking us up after at all). The fiancé, who was too eager to drop us off and leave, insisted we go in and have fun. However, our unanimous choice was NOT to get off the car.

The fiancé was faced with an enormous snafu- to leave his fiancee and her gang at the club (albeit obvious opposition) to elude his own sister's diappointment? Or to heed his fiancée's decision to skip the club altogether and go somewhere else?

Ah, what a complicated situation. The bride-to-be, who has her own mind and couldn't be told what to do, insisted (rather, demanded) we leave pronto and not wait anymore for the poor sister.

The fiancé, looking so distressed, had no choice but to leave and drive us at the place where the bride-to-be wanted to go initially. We ended up at the Carribean-themed resto-bar favored by her (which is practically steps away from our place). The fiancé joined us much later because he went back to the club to pick up his sister and clearly, the sister was pissed-off and cancelled the whole night out with her other friends. And also, their boys night out went kaput. And while the fiancé was so bothered by the turn of events, the bride-to-be, in her true nonchalant self, enjoyed the night away like the unhappy event never happened.

Oh, well. What a night. What rotten luck. It happens all the time. Although it is much, much bothersome when one is torn between two conflicting entities- and wanting to please them both. Tricky, tricky situation.

However, there are much more bigger issues to be concerned of rather than the inconvenience of an axed night out, bruised prides and who's right, who's wrong. And there are plenty of Saturday nights ahead to drink and be merry. Cheers!

red letter day

On May 14, Sunday, it will be exactly one year ago when I came here. Looking back, it had been a fruitful year. I've learned many, many, many lessons along the way and I could definitely say I've grown older, wiser and much happier.

Growing up, I realized, means coming to terms with myself. I have learned, and accepted that not everything comes my way and it doesn't have to be the end of the world. I've learned to throw my hat over the fence, and I have learned to appreciate more a quieter and peaceful life. I have become a better "me". And that, is the most important accomplishment.

I have learned a lot in my first year here. It's very exciting, it's like being in a huge laboratory, with all the gadgets and accoutrements- at first getting adrift and confused, and slowly, day by day getting accustomed to all of it. It's a BIG learning experience where at the end of the day, I always get the rewards.

Life is tough, we've experienced our share of rainy days, too. However, I have all the support that I need in the person of David. And I believe in my heart, that's the only thing one needs in wading through rough waters. I feel blessed to have someone to hold on to, to have someone to share with the burden of life. Life has been easier and breezier and rosier each passing day with him.

But I miss all the things I left at home- my mom, my spoiled, bratty little dog, my friends, the comfortable familiarity of everything. But I am happy to be here, and I love the new life and new experiences. And I'm lucky that the people I left behind are so understanding and not exactly the emotional sandbags type. I'm especially proud and grateful to my Mom.

Looking ahead, I'm optimistic. What I learned here is to be patient, calm, to be assertive and speak out, to empower myself and to be mellower and less frantic and to enjoy life. I hope to do better and better. I've learned to value myself and love myself more.

New York state of mind

My best friend Roselle visited from Australia last week together with her hubby and her cute toddler Liam, who's three. We had fun showing them around (hitting the famous landmarks and sampling out kabobs and Peruvian chicken) and then last Friday, we drove them to NY. We had a great time in the Big Apple! It was all fun, fun, fun. And when I got home last Saturday night, I felt a little sad because being on a short holiday with a childhood friend is incomparable. We haven't seen each other since the last reunion in 2003, (and we weren't even there on each other's weddings in 2004), so naturally, meeting each other here and taking a trip with our hubbies was truly exciting.

Our hotel was right smack in Times Square, so we couldn't complain about the location. We walked, walked and walked until our legs ached, hehehe. And we had NY style pizza for lunch on our first day there. And like bona fide tourists, Roselle and I had our pictures taken with the Naked Cowboy! (Our husbands took the pictures, and laughed at us for being so 'brassy'). We went to the Rockefeller Plaza, visited the St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the highlight of the day- the Empire State Building.

David and I missed the Empire State Building on our NY trip last year, so we were so excited to be there. We endured the long lines and security checks, and once we were up there, it was all worth the wait. It was a perfect Friday afternoon- sunny, airy and clear skies. And we had the perfect view of the city. We stayed there until 8pm and watched the sunset. It was spectacular! I love it! We absolutely love our Empire State experience.

Then we had an Italian dinner buffet, which was yummy, and then we took tons of pictures of Times Square at night, with all the splendor of the lights displays and swarm of people having a good time. It was a wonderful first day. :)

On Saturday morning, we started early. We wanted to be the first ones in line for the ferry going to the Statue of Liberty. We took the first ferry to the Liberty island (at (9:30 am). Again, it was a perfect, sunny, unclouded day- just perfect for cruising. We had a good time taking pictures, and going up the statue and enjoying the fantastic views of the NY harbor. Liam, the ever fireball toddler, imitated his dad and David taking pictures and insisted we 'pose' for him and say, wooow...! when he shows us his "shots" with the folded tripod. How adorable is that?!

We decided to skip the next stop which is Ellis Island because after climbing the Statue of Liberty, we couldn't get our minds off Chinese food (esp. noodles). And so we hopped into a cab and found ourselves in Chinatown! We tumbled upon a small corner restaurant and we had a wonderful (cheap) meal! We were busog-happy atfer that.

Our last stop for the day was Central Park. By that time, we got our car back from the garage and we drove to the park. I think it's the only relaxing place in NY City, and it's a fantastic spot to be to cap the day. While looking for (free) parking, we took a spin through 5th Ave, Park Ave and Madison Ave- admiring the expensive apartments, posh designer stores and hoped to catch a glimpse of celebrities sashaying down the streets. But we didn't have any luck ;) The closest thing thing we had to a celebrity sighting was seeing Helena Christensen in Rockefeller Plaza. Roselle and I were hoping to see Sarah Jessica Parker or Jake Gyllenhaal, hehehe.

David and I only stayed in NY overnight. We don't know when are we gonna see each other again. Maybe in a few years, when Liam is bigger and older and he would not remember me and 'Uncle David'. But I was happy to see Roselle again and meeting her hubby and her son, and them meeting David. Maybe we can visit them soon in Australia. Who knows? The possibilities of future rendezvous make it more exciting. The perfect time will come for us to meet again. For the meantime, we will always cherish the wonderful weekend we spent in New York City.......

good tv, bad tv weekend

It was a wonderful (and quite successful) weekend. We went jogging! We never managed to get up at 7am, so we jogged at 9:30. But we did not go far because I got sick. Poor me. And due to years of non-exercise, we are suffering right now of aching legs. We vowed to make it a regular weekend jog. However, next weekend we're going away on a trip, so I hope the following weekend we'll be quite lucky ;)

And my pasta friday night turned out to be General Tso's (not!) night. I decided to make my trying-oh-so-hard version of General Tso's chicken, however, I failed miserably. I'm brokenhearted. It's been a series of unfortunate events with my kitchen experiments :(

Has anyone seen Sweet 16 on MTV lately? Can you believe how those kids are acting? Spoiled, good-for-nothing brats! They behave as if they're gonna die when things don't go their way. They scream at their parents, they look down on their peers, they ridicule every creature who are not as cool as they are. And they only think about their grand entrance, and their expensive cars, and outdoing other sweet sixteen parties. I especially despise that girl Sophie, who humiliates other kids like she's the greatest and the most beautiful person on Earth. But then again, beautiful people DON'T humiliate other people. That's why she has humilation frenzy against other people because she is u____. Enough said.

The show is a shallow, debilitated example for other kids out there. Riches and self-centeredness and extravagance are not the only way to be cool, popular and accepted. The show is giving wrong, poor messages to teens.

On the other hand, we love Big Love and National Geographic Channel's Dog Whisperer! Big Love had an exciting episode last night. And we love to see mean dogs 'rehabilitated' on Dog Whisperer :) These shows are entertaining without giving you the a dreadful mood. We also love The Amazing Race. And yup, we watch AI, too, hehehee.