je pense à souvent de toi.

I don’t know why, but I just had a crazy-flip-in-my-stomach-oh-my-it-hurts-miss-home-&-family-&-friends feeling that I haven’t had in a while. I mean, I always miss my family and my friends… but it was different just now because it literally hurt, still does.

Maybe it’s just the after effects of food poisoning, but I’m so glad I’m going home for Thanksgiving. Is there anyway I can just skip the next three weeks? And then have time stop for a month once I’m in LA?

… I still am really enjoying my time in New York, being busy, independent, meeting new people and all that jazz, but every once in a while, I feel it necessary to slow down, sit still and take the time to catch my breath—& I think the only place to do that is home.

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Pineapple Birthdays.

Should I be nervous that my absentee ballot still hasn’t arrived? Concerning the presidential election, I really don’t feel like my vote will really count. Since we use an electoral college and I can either register in New York or California (both very blue states), I’m not worried about my vote counting towards something. I do, however, think it’s very important to vote against Prop 8 in California that would, if passed, ban gay marriage—which in my opinion, is a step away from the equality our country promotes.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks which accounts for the lack of updates. I’ve been seeing family a lot and exploring the city more than I had when I first arrived in NY. It’s getting colder, so I’m trying to get in as much walking time as possible before I have to stay indoors all the time.

But anyway… the point of my post:

Happy Birthday to my favorite Pilipina.
Miss you like crazy, Ading &
I hope you have the greatest birthday.

 

& another Maligayang Bati to Mr. Marvin. Hope you have a good one.

Waiting for my hunger to come.

I stayed home today because I didn’t sleep at all last night and therefore was completely delirious and non-sensical this morning. And since I was feeling so craptastic, I didn’t have an appetite all day and therefore ate nothing.

For this fantastic evening, after spending the afternoon sleeping and cleaning (to fight away the boredom that rapidly approaches whenever I’m indoors for most of the day), I cooked a lovely tinola sa gata din din in hopes that Filipino food would make me want to eat—unfortunately, it hasn’t. So now I literally am ‘waiting for hunger to come’. Haha.

I met two of Lara’s cousins yesterday—both were nice, hilarious and fun. We spent most of the day walking around and even stopped by two flea markets. I bought a camera at the first market and almost bought a Poloroid Land Camera Model 250, since I’ve wanted one ever since I saw it an episode of Scrubs but… the guy wouldn’t go any lower than $25 and I wanted it for $15.

But the camera I did buy for a cool $9 is a 1922 Eastman Kodak Brownie No. 2 Folding Cartridge Premo camera (the one pictured to the left). I have to tweak it a bit, but I think it was a good purchase. The only thing I noticed missing was the handle on the side that says ‘Brownie’, but honestly, as long as it works, I’m happy.

Oh and in my sleep deprived stupor last night … I ended up buying Fable (the Mac version). At least I have something to look forward to this week. Oh oh, and the Tmobile G1. Wednesday Wednesday Wednesday. So excited!

Hokay, I think I’m finally getting a teensy bit hungry. Better eat now before it goes away again.

not your average fable.

Good day. Spent most of my Saturday walking around the city with Kuya Jay, his friends and Lara. Apart from a bit of bad attitude & a generally awful disposition—to which I still can’t find a reason for why I was seemingly disliked so much—I ended up doing a lot of stuff today and having a great time as well.

Started the day off with a super huge breakfast quesadilla that I whipped up myself after I realized that Lara wouldn’t be waking up as early as I did. Eggs, bacon, tomatoes and monterey jack cheese equals deliciousness. Once Lara was up and about we decided to go to Café Orlins for breakfast (I just got coffee and orange juice). I bumped into my co-worker Doug as usual (we both go there every Saturday), drank my yummy americano and orange juice then headed to Kmart for a much needed Swiffer Wet Jet. I’m totally gonna bust out this bad boy tomorrow. My floors will sparkle dammit!

I met up with Kuya Jay around 1pm, and we walked around a lot, ran into zombies in Union Square, and spent almost an hour in Paragon Sports. After, we decided to check out the Banksy exhibit in Greenwich Village. Lara met up with us and I have to say, The Village Pet Store & Charcoal Grill totally exceeded my expectations. Some of it was funny, others cool and a lot of it was more than a little unnerving. If you have a chance, I highly recommend seeing it. It’s at 89 7th Ave S, between W 4th and Bleeker. My favorite was definitely the monkey:

After Banksy, we headed to Fat Cat for a couple rounds of ping pong, foosball and chess. Then we headed to SoHo where I bought this awesome purse from Volcom:

Lara and I ended our night at our usual Pho place. It was yummy and just what I needed since it was so cold today.

I’ve also spent the last 2 hours debating on whether or not to buy Fable. Fable 2 is coming out in a few days but it’s only being released on Xbox 360 and since I don’t own one … I think I’ll just stick to the original game for now. What makes me mad though is that the Mac version is $49.95 while the Windows version is only $19.99. What I’m thinking about doing is buying the Leopard OS (I know … I should have upgraded long ago) since I’ve been meaning to do so for a while now, and then run Bootcamp and just play the Windows version that way. Then again, I kind of don’t want to do that since I’m waiting for the Snow Leopard OS to come out since I’ll only have to wait about one more year… Gah. I want this game now. Maybe I’ll just say screw it and buy the freaking Apple version.

Non-existent Hangover.

I keep waiting for it to happen. A heavy-night of drinking, followed by an early morning—I expect one and yet it never happens.

I will rue the day I wake up with a hangover. Everybody talks about how awful it feels and so now at 23, having never experienced one, I’m kind of hoping I never have to deal with it. I mean, it’s enough that my body never allows me to sleep past 8am if I’ve had a lot to drink (why body, why?!)—it would be nice if I can avoid the headache of a hangover forever… but maybe that’s asking for too much. Haha.

Last night was fun though (for the most part). I started off the night at 6pm with some coworkers at a happy hour. We went to our regular karaoke haunt which was empty as usual. It’s always nice to go there because (at least until 8pm) there are very few people in the bar that we have to split karaoke time with.

Oh, and I was so stupid to not have anything to eat last night. I was supposed to have dinner with my cousins, but they decided to stay in Brooklyn for din din so I decided to just wait until they came into the city to see them. Unfortunately, my alcohol consumption made me forget the lack of food in my belly (another reason why I was so abnormally blasted last night) and if it wasn’t for Elaine (co-worker) forcing me to eat a few bites off her plate (thank you!), I probably would have past out drunk on the street… not very classy, right? Haha.

I met up with my cousins around 10ish. I think… who knows at this point? They were their usual lovable selves. I honestly can’t remember if I said or did anything embarrassing in front of their friends. I really hope I didn’t, haha. They did save me though from an uncomfortable situation. It’s so nice to have Kuyas. And girl friends who have my back. But seriously, my Kuyas make me feel like this city isn’t such a big and scary place. It’s funny that I grew up not really knowing anything about them… and now I’m just thankful for having them in my life. They are some of the last decent guys on the planet and I’m happy to be related to them.

& now I kind of wish that I was waking up early from a Wilhouse party and waiting for everyone else to wake up so we could go and get pho. I miss Mira Mesa pho. I miss Wilbear and Ading and Ading’s Best Friend and Lon Bon and the Charlies and everyone that made San Diego feel like home.

I miss home… so sappy this morning, huh? Haha…

Now I just have to wait for my roommate to wake up and convince her to go and get breakfast with me.

Hand in Hand.

This is simply beautiful.

You just can’t complain about life when you see people with hardships such as these overcoming them to achieve just exactly what they want.

vinyl baby.

I love records.

In part because I wish I was born in a 1940s musical where everything is technicolor, you can burst out into song in a moment’s notice & things are always wrapped up beautifully in the end—usually involving a dance number & the male protagonist sweeping the once disdainful female off her feet. Such a beautiful love.

But mainly, because I love jazz & blues … and nothing plays jazz & blues like a record player. Actually, everything sounds better on a record player. My favorite thing to do these days is lounge around in my bed with Michelle playing in the background. That wonderful sound of needle hitting vinyl has got to be in my top favorite sounds of the moment (the first being my nephews’ laughter).

So my point? I saw an image of a record sculpture on Boing Boing the other day and while I thought it was really cool, I couldn’t help but think … damn, what a waste of records. I dunno, maybe the point of the piece is a “sound” wave or vinyl striking back at our current technologies, but still—I’ll take listening over looking any day.

By Jean Shin. Currently on display at the Manhattan Museum of Arts and Design through February 15.

Speaking of music, a funny yet truthful comic was was posted on XKCD the other day. The site usually consists of comics that are way too techy or nerdy for me to understand, but this is one that I could really appreciate.

… too bad I’m an iTunes addict.

It’s now been 19 minutes since I woke up from what I thought would be a long and comfortable slumber. I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately that wake me up in the middle of the night—it’s been days since I’ve had a restful night’s sleep. Oh well, back to tossing & turning.

Mahal na mahal kita. ♥

magic me this.

When I moved to New York, I made a very conscious decision to have a much different outlook on life than I have had in the past. I try to have a ‘glass-half-full’ type reaction to things and I always try to find the positive aspects in any given situation. It frustrates me that no matter which way I look at it, I cannot find any positive in this recent occurrence, or shall I say annoyance, that has not only pushed its way into my conscious waking thoughts but plagues me in my sleeping hours as well.

Since it’s been days since I’ve posted, I felt like I should correct that, but my head still hurts from all the stupid bullish I’ve heard about in recent days that I really don’t know what to say without contributing to the word vomit that spills out of the interwebs.

So I’ll leave you with this—

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