Strawberry picking at Giamarese farms.
Life on vacation is like a children’s book: less words, more pictures.
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Strawberry picking at Giamarese farms.
Life on vacation is like a children’s book: less words, more pictures.
5-1 Red Sox vs. Phillies. Beautiful game. Instagram at Citizens Bank Park)
Just as we were talking about it, the Wafels & Dinges food truck suddenly appeared. I was fated to try these waffles sent from sugar heaven. <3 (Taken with Instagram at Columbus Circle)
Skirt steak and wine dinner at my favorite little NY restaurant, Arte Cafe. :) (Taken with Instagram at Arte Cafe)
I haven’t been writing lately. Some of you may have deduced that I’ve been traveling a lot recently, which makes sitting down to think and scribble luxuries I recently could not afford. But now I have roughly an hour to spare for what may turn out to be an incoherent stream of consciousness to rouse, however briefly and incompletely, the madman’s thoughts I have been missing.
There is one thing in particular I’ve been spending my scarce idle times musing about. When you think about people loving and people loved, when you think about what they say to each other and what they like hearing, it would seem that more importance is given to being loved than the act of loving. Isn’t it more common to hear, “thank you for loving me” than, “thank you for letting me love you”? Isn’t it also more likely that we desire others to appreciate our love for them than appreciate others because their very being led us to find love?
I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve come to the conclusion that the privilege is not being loved - virtually everyone is loved, in varying degrees, by someone. The privilege is loving, because loving, and loving well, is not for everyone. It’s not the recipient who should be grateful for your mountain-moving, honest love. You should be the grateful one, for finding that one person through whom you could see the world clearly and all there is in it to love.
This is what you do when you’re the only one awake it’s too late to sleep. New Jersey-bound in a few hours.
Healthy eating.
Late night milk tea run.
Touchdown Los Angeles. :)
When did I become so dark?
Pre-trip stress from packing with my parents. Packing has always been my zen activity but it makes my parents cranky. Thankfully, I’ve already written my checklist some weeks ago, so this is going very smoothly for me. School would have already started when I get back so there’s a lot of official bznz to settle. In a couple of hours, I will be Los Angeles-bound where I will be staying for a week before flying to New York for half a month, then back West for another two weeks. It’s my sixth or seventh time to America, but it may be the first time as an adult I could get to act all tourist-y, so if you know any event happening in the next month and a half.. :)
It’s been a fast-paced week so I’m actually looking forward to my 18-hour flight.
In The Mood For Love, 2000 dir. Wong Kar Wai
One of my favorite movies ever. Everything about this - from the story, to the actors, to the cinematography - is absolutely fantastic.
Sleep Walk - The Ventures
I’ve had this tune stuck in my head for a while and only recently remembered what it was. My mother used to play this on the guitar back when her long nails didn’t get in the way of her playing. Lovely, lovely <3
It’s the kind of song you can imagine adolescents in the 50s to 60s dance to in their proms.
I kind of miss having someone to constantly speak with. I’m not the time-demanding type, but there is some comfort to be found in the knowing that there is someone genuinely interested in all the trivial and mundane details of your life that the rest of the world wouldn’t be the least bit intrigued in, and vice versa.
I’m mostly missing the vice versa part.
Sleep Away - Bob Acri
Current composer obsession. I’m absolutely taken by his pieces. He’s like a modern day Erik Satie, but a bit more on the romantic side. Fantastic stuff.
The last two days have been my mother’s version of bring-your-daughter-to-work days. I’ve been accompanying her to the Asian Development Bank’s annual governor’s meeting, and this has been hands down the (career-related) highlight of my year. I’ve already so far been introduced/conversed with/received life advice from ADB president Kuroda and his wife, local and foreign congressmen, governors and cabinet members, CEOs and presidents of large enterprises; received several job offers; and attended a number of seminars very relevant to my field. This is a game-changer, and I know that I’m extremely blessed and lucky to have had this opportunity.
It’s also been very interesting to see my mom in action. She’s quite skilled in the art of compartmentalizing her life so the her that we know - childlike, energetic, queer - is very different from the her that the rest of the world knows. I sometimes forget what she is because all I usually see is who she is, but truth be told, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.
