Monday morning thoughts

Sometimes, we want someone or something so much that all our idle times are spent thinking about it. You want it enough to literally dream about it and to daydream about how good it can possibly be to have it, to hold it, to feel it, and to actually have a right over it. But most of the time, you want it so bad, so bad that the thought and the possibility of having it can also actually scare you as much as it can make you occasionally feel giddy inside.

broke in the wrong time.

The first one was tolerable. Though I want to watch, I let Ne-Yo's concert pass since I'm not a big fan of him naman. I like his songs though and I've lots of friends who went there to watch. Even my cousins watched the concert. Wrong timing kasi eh. I have the money but I don't have the luxury of time to go to Manila and watch. So okay lang, it was not that big a deal for me coz I'm no Ne-yo fanatic at all. But when I heard that Maroon 5 and Incubus will be having their concert, super na-sad na lang ako. As expected, the tickets were already sold out. Late ko na kasi nalaman. Actually, my friend's selling his tickets for the Incubus concert kaya lang kumusta naman, 3k+ ang worth eh. Hay. Eh I'm planning to buy two tickets, one for me and one for Erik coz we'll be celebrating our 51st Monthsary. So that would cost me six thousand bucks. Eh jusko saang lupalop naman ng wallet ko kukunin ung 6k, diba? Hay. Now, I have the time and the heart for the performers but I don't have the money anymore. Life can really be bitchy sometimes.

...on love and prejudice

I really can't recall any incident in my life where I received any form of special treatment from my maternal grandmother. It's really not that big a deal, though. Sure, we all have someone or some people in our lives who we find very special to us. Even our parents has their favorite child, they just don't let that show. But my grandmother's different. She has her favorite among us (her grandchildren) and no matter how much she denies it, it really shows. It was already proven for a lot of times. Proven and tested, ika nga. Oh well, what can we say? I guess that's life. Actions will always speak louder than words. Much a cliche but the measure of truth in it is undeniable.

Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not writing about this because I'm bitter, envious, or jealous. It's really not that. Though I was, way way back but I guess I've learned to just let things go, especially those that's out of my control. So if I'm not the favorite apo, so be it. I'm perfectly fine with it now. Anyway, back to what I was really trying to say, I just find it so amazing how much my lola loves my cousin in spite of everything my cousin have done.

Nobody's perfect, yes. We all sin. We all have our lapses, shortcomings, failures. It all just differ to the extent of our mistakes, the consequences, and the regrets. At one point in our lives, we all have been the cause of other's pain, disappointment, anger, and the like - pretty much like my cousin to my lola. It may seem quite ironic, at least for me, because whenever I encounter the concept of "favorite-ing" someone, it's always the good persons who gets to be the favorite one. I'm not trying to say that my cousin's the bad/black sheep but if based on the extent of mistakes, maybe she is. But still, she's the favorite... the chosen one. And no matter how much she screwed up her life, my lola just kept on loving her. Saying bad things out of anger, only to end up hugging her. Isn't that amazing? Unconditional love.

That's love eh. When you love a person, you love them as a whole. You love every bit and inch of that person. You learn to love even the imperfections. And whatever s/he does, how bad she screws up, or how bad s/he makes you feel, you still love him/her. It won't change. There's no reason to love him/her less or to stop loving him/her at all.

-30-

imma chinese gurl with a twist *wink

Okay. After changing my blog's url from sweetswitch to mysushidiet and then followed by my post about the chinese new year, it occurred to me that I've a bit of racial disloyalty with respect to delicacies. Hehe. My ancestors are chinese, which makes my maternal grandfather 75% Chinese and my mom 50%, therefore, I've 25% Chinese blood circulating in my body right now.

I'm Chinese but I'm not crazy about noodles and shanghai. And i soooooo loathe the taste of mantao. Sure I love siopao, siomai and century egg but if I were to choose between siomai and sushi, I'd go for sushi without second-guessing. My blog's name holds all the evidence you need. Take note, with smiley pa yun ha.

Hmmmm... let's just put it this way, I'm a Chinese girl who is a sucker for Japanese Cuisine. Sushi rocks!!