taking a beating

my body has been taking a whole load of beating the past few days, leaving me sore and tired.

Christmas was spent picnicking at Central Park. No pictures, but it was just a wonderful time I had over there where I had my own little rock overlooking the little hills and beautiful trees playing songs on my guitar and worshipping the birthday Celebrant.


Then the next day was Boxing Day. Resolved to take more photos when I went to Woodbury Common Outlet Shops. But guess what? this is all I took:


A picture of a chilly, foggy sky at 9 in the morning, trying to beat the Boxing Day sale rush. so after this solitary picture, I had no more time to take pictures, as my hands were FULL.

So I was quite knocked out already by the 26th night. Then, since I figured that I'd have a wave of guests coming over the next few days, I'd give my funky bachelor's pad a clean-through. and it was a painful 3 hour job of cleaning up, washing rugs, carpets, scrubbing cracks and crevices, and other gross things that I will not disclose.

Then the 27th, I had to pick up Nadine and her friend Clarissa and her aunt from Penn Station. Man, these girls can shop. and they haven't even shopped in NYC yet! So I will refuse to disclose the mountainous amount of gifts that they have for you souls out there. It's just insane. And of course, being the only guy, yours truly had to use my sturdy arms to carry loads of shopping stuff. Not that i'm being sarcastic about it-in fact, I enjoyed watching them having so much fun shopping. heehee

Oh by the way, to my juniors out there (the guys, i think): thanks for the calendar and the cd. Everything looks glamorous, except for one tiny gripe that I have-ermmm... can we not start the year with Ming Long's face the following year? mwahahaha ok ok just joking. thanks for the thought!

Anyways, nadine came and left in a flash. She's on the 22-hour flight home now. what a pain, right? oh, where are my manners. The photos.


For some weird reason, I look grossly deformed and chubby in this photo. And no, that is not my belly sticking out. I'm sounding defensive, but that's actually the effect of an oversized sweater folding near the belly. It's up to you if you want to believe me or not. Oh, and yes, New York Pizza in the house!!!


again, the coke is clare's, not mine. Being defensive again, but yes. To those who are actually concerned, I still am losing weight. Now to those who wonder what nice things there are in a New York Christmas? here are a couple of sneak-peeks:


The humongous Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. This year, the lighting ceremony was ushered in by a wailing Christina Aguilera. I wasn't there of course, I was studying. Or shall I say, I had better things to do.


This is Wollman Rink, what I believe to be the most beautiful urban ice-skating rink in the world (well, my perception of the world is limited, but c'mon, it is really a sight to behold). I am predicting that the ice down there will have the distinct honor of being the icy cold grounds that my butt will fall on in the near future.

so what's happening the next few days... let me see. Tomorrow will be another cookout day for me, as one of my friends will be coming down to share a meal with me. So i'll be moving away from funky Filipino food to something more Asian. Will post pictures if it's a successful new recipe.

then I'm still contemplating whether I should go for the New Year's Ball Dropping thingy at Times Square on New Year's Eve. Predicted turnout is a million people, which is mad. I have to stand still from 6pm onwards, according to some reliable sources, to be able to get a decent view of the thing. Maybe i'd just stay home and pour some champagne by myself. Sounds more glamorous than rubbing bodies with a million people from all over the world. If not for the winter season, that would have really been a melting pot.

Then more people coming down on New Year's Eve, then leaving, then another wave of guests for the first week of January. In the midst of that, I'm trying to squeeze in a day out with some of my friends from uni, as well as a couple of days at Boston with Christian dear ex-roommate. At this point, nothing might happen already, but I'm just gonna try my best to do as much as I can, have as much fun as I can before...

before...

before...

... the re-emergence of the rainbow on the other half of my room.

So I'm taking a beating, and loving every single moment of it. As long as he's not around, you can whip me 24/7 and feed me stir-fried cacti, and I'll gladly eat them with rice and a dash of hot sauce.

I'M OUT!!!