Home Sweet Home

20 11 2007

The thought finally dawned on me when I saw the two bulging luggages by my hotel room’s door. And then a smile slowly formed into my now chubbier cheeks… I was really heading home at last.


It’s good to be home.


Giddy Up

14 11 2007



I finally got around to editing and converting Faye and Herbie’s prenup photos.  There was a slight mishap when I uploaded the photos to my laptop, fortunately, the first batch of their photos were salvaged.  I love their smiles in all the photos, super saya hehehe.  I’ve learned my lesson and now will make my work flow safer because I don’t wanna go through the agony of losing images I know I’ll never be able to capture again.


I’m four days away from coming home.  I never thought this day would come.  Ang drama haha.


7 11 2007

Boston and Cambridge

5 11 2007

I went to Harvard. I went to Harvard under very unfriendly weather and all I got to do was rub John H’s shoe. Crappy!

Just kidding. I went to Harvard and it was awesome. Sweet and surreal. I walked on Harvard grounds people. I’ve always had this fascination with the academe, the coffee-sipping, neurotic, passionate free thinkers. This fascination is probably one of the driving factors why I enrolled in a master’s degree a couple of years ago.

So anyway, I braved the category 1 hurricane hitting the east coast that day and the water getting into my shoes and nearly freezing my toes to frostbite death. I was willing to endure anything just to see Harvard, and yes, if it were a band, I would have been a groupie. After putting on the preppiest outfit I could manage, we headed to the uni of my dreams. While there, we checked out the Harvard Law School Library, the Memorial Hall, we were tempted to sneak into the Annenberg Dining Hall even if it risked getting caught by the university’s police hehe and we rubbed John Harvard’s shoe for good luck. It was interesting to discover later on the he wasn’t actually the founder of the uni and that the statue doesn’t resemble him at all and that the year indicated on the statue wasn’t exactly the year when Harvard was founded. But then again who cares? I certainly didn’t.

After hitting Harvard and photographing everything the rain and winds allowed Bogart to, Kuya Mannix and I took the train (again, because I think there is no better way to explore a city than by taking its public transportation) to MIT to gaze at the Strata building which houses the computer science and engineering departments of the school and was designed by Frank Gehry himself. Gosh it felt so nice to be surrounded by intelligent people haha and I’m such a sucker for geeks, no offense to D.

We then went to Haymarket and had the most delicious Boston clam chowder from the Boston and Maine Fish Company stall in Quincy Market, coupled with savory bacon-wrapped scallops. By this time the winds were getting stronger but we still headed to Copley Square to see the Trinity Church and Boston Public Library. After that we were too cold and tired to continue on so we decided to head home. On the way to the airport I got to pass through the most expensive transportation project in the US, the big dig. Although I’m not sure that little fact will interest anyone but anyway, I just thought I’d include that in this post.

If I had to live in the US, I would probably choose to settle in Boston. Because it’s a university town like (note: Harvard is actually in neighboring Cambridge, not Boston) Melbourne, it has a different kind of vibe. OK so I probably need more than two nights to really review this city but because of it’s proximity to Harvard, it has already won 95 points for me hehehe. Another great thing about Boston is the fact that my close relatives are there, it was a bit sad to say goodbye this morning because I don’t know when I’ll be seeing them again, but I’m thankful for the chance to spend time with them.

So there you go, one item crossed off from my list of things to do before you die.

I Heart New York

5 11 2007

DC and Virginia

2 11 2007

Richmond, VA was the first stop in this four day holiday. I flew in late Friday evening from Chicago in the smallest plane I’ve ever ridden, coupled with the most memorable turbulence I’ve ever experienced since I started riding planes. I spent the night at Jason and Normie’s tastefully decorated period home. Richmond is a quiet town with well-preserved buildings and homes. Normie’s apartment itself is an old Victorian home converted into a condo. My favorite spots in this city were Shockoe Hill for its cobblestone roads and its hip establishments, Monument Avenue for the Victorian houses lining it, and Carytown for the pretty restaurants and the stores which were housed in old-style structures as well. I liked Richmond because it has character and because I’m all for vintage, no matter how loud the wooden floors creak when you walk on them at night hehe.

On Saturday morning we had brunch with all the Pinoys who used to be with Acn like me and then drove to Washington, DC to marvel at the Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument, walk the long stretch of the reflecting pool and just basically be in awe of the city’s architecture. OK so maybe I was a bit more impressionable than everyone else in the group but I couldn’t help it. This leg of my holiday was generally fantastic but there’s one thing I learned about being in a relationship and exploring new places… it is inevitable that you will experience moments when you wished your significant other was there with you, whether to remind you that your mouth’s been gaping open for too long or maybe just to share in your amazement. It sucks, it’s corny but it is inescapable.

Anyway, the long walks we took in DC and the bouts of misery I experienced pining for my D were rewarded by a sinful dinner at Kababayan restaurant, a Filipino grocery store and eatery (I think only Pinoys use this word) 20 minutes outside of DC. We had all the Pinoy food you can find in your physician’s list of food to avoid. Because we were famished when we ordered, we were of course mindless when we said yes to the inihaw na liempo, bbq chicken, lechon kawali, pork sinigang and pakbet. It was Pinoy heaven at its finest and most cholesterol-laden.

After spending a night in DC we drove to New York and spent two nights there. That will be an entirely new post because I think it is a crime not to allot it a separate blog entry. New York is definitely a place unlike any other and I’ve been telling everyone since I came back that I love love love it, and I don’t need a shirt to remind me that and I will definitely go back in a heartbeat given a chance.