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In Uncategorized on January 30, 2014 at 7:17 am

WELL, I tried ignoring the weather on this blog but with winter never seeming to end, I give in.

 

FUCKYOUWEATHER IS what I call that weather channel and app. I think deception is their main thrust: it is always sunnier and warmer the following day only to wake up to flurries.

 

MY BEST friends are my DMs when it is really cold and snowing and my K-Swiss, when it is relatively not as cold. I have to walk up six flights of stairs to get to the office and another six to get down to the street and when I say six flights I am talking about Dumbo-sized floors which are honest-to-goodness warehouse floors. (There is an elevator that is highly suspect due to its weird sound and weird lights.) So yes, footwear. 

 

ALSO, DUMBO is artisanal Brooklyn where a cup of coffee is in the upwards of 5 bucks. Thankfully, there is a Chinese store where for the same size and flavor, one could enjoy coffee for only a dollar. (There is coffee in the office but the devices, yes plural, to brew a cup is just beyond beyond. Artisanal, remember? 

 

TONIGHT, WE happy hour in our feeble attempt to beat winter. I have had enough of this temperature.

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In Uncategorized on January 25, 2014 at 10:20 am

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ONCE UPON a time, we arrived in this city during the winter. We took it one day at a time and yes, we are still here, legit, and on the way to citizenship. Looking back, I think what we did right was to be always mentally prepared that living in the greatest city in the world might not last long. (Of course, both me and my wife have careers and family and friends to go back home to just in case things do not pan out. And so the lesson here might be to have those three.) And so we live everyday in the best way that we could and enjoy what this place could offer the best way that we could.

TO BE honest, I wouldn’t mind going back home. And what boggles my puny little brain is how some would rather go illegal than go home. Maybe they are afraid of the lines from that song: you didn’t make it here, you can’t make it anywhere, even at home. Sad. So sad.

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In Uncategorized on January 22, 2014 at 6:14 am

 

 

iPhone PHOTOS during the storm when I schlepped to Brooklyn and back. The frigid temperature always comes in its wake. Thank gods, I’ve got my Doc Martens.

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In Uncategorized on January 13, 2014 at 8:18 am

SO THIS is the new year.

WE’VE STABILIZED our sleeping and pooping patterns which is a great achievement as we have work to do. The missus returns to her client in New Jersey, while I resume my gig in Brooklyn. The best accomplishment so far is avoiding carbs (only fresh fruits and steamed veggies since Thursday). After that would be getting our flu shot as NYC is predicting a wave of influenza to peak within the coming week.

SO FAR, has also purchased a book on amazon as well as the strand. If we can get some pho on the weekend when we take a break from the diet, I will feel like I am really back in New York.

TONIGHT, I start my writing routine: three hours while waiting for Joy before dinner and an hour in the morning before I head out. Writing a novel is all about routine. Fuck inspiration and all that.

SEE YOU.

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In Uncategorized on January 4, 2014 at 4:02 am

SO FAR, has cooked:
– bicol express
– pancit bijon
– pancit canton
– pork menudo
– tuna cucido
– fried samaral
– ginataang pako
– ginataang langka with alamang
– fried tinapa
– purefoods hotdog
– fried chicken

SO FAR, has drank:
– buko
– pale pilsen
– emperador light
– gin with kalamansi
– sangria (prepared by the missus)

WILL STILL cook:
– pili (as gulay by boiling in water, peeling off the skin & scraping the fiber for dipping in patis, kalamansi, labuyo)

AS ALWAYS, I do the marketing myself every morning making the rounds of the fishmongers, butchers, and vegetable dealers. Through my father, was able to know the small dealers who only sell the catch of the day versus the big capitalistas with freezers and such.

TOMORROW, WE head to the beach for some barbecue and gin with kalamansi. Maybe take a photo of Mayon volcano for a tweet to the lovely Brooklyn hipsters.