Saturday, February 28, 2009

Dear New York,

Many hours you have kept me up at night yearning to be in your presence. Many sacrifices I've made in preparation to be with you. Many tears I've shed in fear that you will reject me.

And still I try. With each struggle, I try even harder refusing to settle for anything less than you.

And I hope. I hope you will deem me worthy for the undertaking. I hope you will let me proudly wear your name. I hope, New York, that you will make room in your beautiful heart for me.

Is it meant to be between you and I, New York? Show me a sign...

Until then, I will wait until the time comes when you will welcome me with open arms into the greatness, oh the irrefutable greatness, of New York.

xoxo,
NYC Bound

Friday, February 27, 2009

Facebook Fever

Youtubing like usual, I found this hilarious rendition of the point I was trying to make here.

Monday, February 23, 2009

The Little Things in Life

A funny riddle I made up:

When is the only time sloppy seconds are good?

...When you're eating leftovers! Corny, I know (if you haven't already realized it, corny is my nature). But all day today, all I could think about was getting home to eat my leftover Cheesecake Factory. Maybe because I skipped out on breakfast and hadn't eaten anything all day partially contributed to this, but my mind could not be diverted from my spicy chipotle chicken pasta and chocolate cake cheesecake waiting for me in my refrigerator.

mmm...home sweet home!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Self Discovery

Everyday we learn something new about ourselves. It can be as minor as realizing you spend way too much time brushing your teeth, or as major as learning how easily you can write people off. I recently learned both of these in the same day. Both very different subjects, yet similar in that I couldn't initially decide whether either were good or bad realizations.

I mean, by brushing my teeth too long I'm doing no harm. Excessive brushing doesn't cause cavities, does it? I'm no dentist, but I'm pretty certain the only thing I'm losing in this process is time and toothpaste. So essentially this realization isn't quite bad...similar to the latter I've realized about myself. Of course it's silly to parallel these two since they are no way directly related to each other. But hear me out...

Is quickly writing someone off really that harmful? I think it cuts all the bullshit fluff and gets to the bottom line. And what's the bottom line? For me, the amount of energy and care I exert into a relationship is directly proportional to the amount the other person gives. So say for instance someone is an impatient, ignorant bitch that comprehends no concept differing from their own ethnocentric (or self-centric) beliefs (....hypothetically speaking, of course. ;) ). Well guess what? I cut the polite smiling, small talk and awkward silences and just kick them to the curb. Saves time and energy.

It may sound extreme, but I see no problem "brushing" teeth/things/people too much. I try to live my life in a positive light for the most part, and if someone wants to darken that light I have the power to change that effective immediately. Why not start with writing off the people insignificant and detrimental to my goals and faith, with a shining, pearly white smile?

Monday, February 9, 2009

My Ate

Everyone has that one person they can turn to for absolutely everything. The only person who will listen to your circular rants over and over again with no complaints. The only brutally honest opinion you can tolerate. The only person who chases your dreams just as hard as you do, just for you. The person who supports you 100% no matter what; you two against the world.

Their go-to person. Their ride or die. Their rock.

My older sister has always been this person for me. Coming from Filipino heritage, in Tagalog, Ate (ah-teh) is loosely translated as older sister. But over the years, I think this translation has evolved to mean so much more to me. Ever since I was a little girl, Ate was my role model, the person I looked up to. Even now, our relationship has remained the only constant in my life. I still admire her and all that she is everyday.

Ate has recently helped me during an extremely rough patch in my life. The word 'helped' is a complete understatement because she has done so much more for me than that. If it wasn't for my Ate, my steady faltering life would continue its downward spiral into nothingness. Times like these in my life are reminders of who I can always turn to and be ever grateful to: My Ate.

It is always me and her no matter what. She's my best friend, and has helped me in more ways than anyone can imagine. I only hope to repay her some day.

Mahal na mahal kita, Ate. <3

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Negligence Breeds Resentment

Just a theory I came up with...

...I'm living proof of its credibility and validity.