Prompt of the day: Do you enjoy being alone? What do you do when you’re by yourself?
Prompt of yesterday: What is your favourite personality trait that you possess?
Prompt of the day before yesterday: If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
To be 100% honest, the NaBloPoMo challenge has got me jaded by now. I’ve got other projects under my belt for the blog and outside of the blog, but somehow I just won’t give up on this one. Although the prompts are directed to me personally (with “self” fittingly dubbed as the month’s theme), I strive to provide content that really achieves the level of depth I see in stories and writings I admire. Doesn’t look like it, but it takes a lot of thought before hitting the ‘Publish’ button for these NaBloPoMo posts. Since this is a challenge I signed up for myself to begin with, I’m gonna zip it from now on – no more complaints until I breathe out the final sigh of relief.
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The short answer: I enjoy being alone. I do creative stuff. My favorite personality trait is my introspective tendencies. While I don’t believe people can change 180-degrees, I do believe people change, just as I have consciously made changes about myself while being in a relationship with an extrovert.
The lesson here: To really hit it off, keep in mind that we’re more alike than we are different.
That whole men-are-from-Mars and women-are-from-Venus notion is BS. John Gray said himself in his seminars that it’s just a way of him putting it so readers can understand those subtle (yet important) differences better.
Very often I still fall short at remembering what’s important whenever there’s a rough patch in my relationship.
“Men,” I mutter to myself.
But it doesn’t stop me from trying to understand my partner better.
So the next time you think men and women are so different, try comparing your brain structure to that of another primate.
They say thanksgivings is a must in living a happy life, so this me counting my blessings.
I’m blessed to receive the numerous blooming bouquets from 10, and I’m starting to lose track.
These beautiful white roses and my paper toy piggies made up our Valentine’s Day in 2013. This year, it’s 10 stalks of crimson roses from my perfect 10, along with 14 date ideas wrapped in handmade fortune cookies
I couldn’t think of anything he wouldn’t expect, and I was determined to stray from the conventional V-day card. So after a couple of hours Googling the net for romantic ideas and DIY paper crafts, I decided to go for this fortune cookie date nights idea, since this year’s February 14 falls in conjunction with the last days of the Chinese new year.
I’m giving all the credits to Homemade Gifts Made Easy, despite the fact that I jazzed my own up instead of printing the original version. I had thrown in 14 personalized date ideas with 10, each wrapped in 14 fortune cookies. It’s pretty straightforward and you can create your own in no time, but I’m keeping the date ideas between 10 and I
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Also, it’s been a long while since we’ve dined at a fancy place. We’ve been so comfortable with each other that anything goes for a dine-out, especially since our tastebuds are that of an elderly (porridge and tea, anyone?).
Unbeknownst to me, he arranged a special dinner at Italian restaurant il Mare, where we had one of our earliest dates at and instantly loved.
Unfortunately, the night’s air was quite rowdy.
The place was fully occupied. Waiters haste around to serve the next course in line, while diners had to amp up their volumes to hear anything remotely audible across the candle-lit tables.
As it turns out, all of Hotel Mulia’s restaurants, including il Mare, were celebrating the special day with pre-set menus for their lovely patrons. il Mare has nailed it with an exclusive 6-course dinner set menu that pairs with two glasses of sweet, rosy sparkling wines to stir up our guts.
In addition to that, every girl in the room received a stem of red rose, as well as a pair of miniature chocolates, courtesy of the restaurant.
If I have to condense what the dinner tasted like into one word … it’s intoxicating.
It was the best. The meals felt like a slow, progressive foreplay as the night went by, as if they’re meant to max out your fancy.
I mean, the bread bowl was sumptuous to begin with, all crisp and cheesy and crusty, and so I started to snap everything else in flash.
Fish and fish roes are my best friends – especially when they’re this raw. This is one of the best carpaccio dishes I’ve ever tasted. I bet no one would’ve thought papaya could go along great with the classic angel hair and truffle combo.
Slow-cooked egg, truffle and potatoes, almonds truffle
Ah, is there anything better than eggs? Not with the sweetness of almonds titillating me alongside of it.
Montasio cheese and walnut tortilla, spinach truffle
I died by this dish. You know how I feel about cheese. And spinach. And pasta and truffle. The doughy cheesy bitterness was sensational.
Combination of Hirame fish with dried vegetables and veal tenderloin with whole wheat polenta
As for this combo of fish and tenderloin, I kind of wish it was some other squishier types of fish, like a Dory or sea bass, instead of a flounder. But other than that it was pretty good. I also love the mushy polenta, and the veal was oozing sweet, sweet juices at every cut.
Baba’, ricotta and orange blossom ricotta ice cream
Last but not least, I climaxed at the rum-soaked baba, a beloved French dessert. Rum is awesome enough, but the dough was also stuffed with orange zest and essences at its core.
I scarfed it all down pretty quickly, so I don’t have a picture of the inside. The dough was also baked to a perfect texture that’s chewier the average bread, but slightly harder than that of a cake. It was exceptionally sweet, but not in the sugary way.
And again, you know how I feel about cheese. Usually I hold my tongue back whenever I come across desserts that taste basically like nothing but an amass of sugars. But throw in some soft ricotta morsels and drizzles of orange water, and you won’t need so much fructose to spice up an ice cream. Enriched with subtle hints of citrus and a berry-bittersweet romance, it was the perfect bouquet to end our night.
Our toast for the night? May our bellies be happy always, and may St. Valentine continue to bless us today, tomorrow, and forevermore.
The Hallmark holiday spirit is filling the air, and every girl deserves a date to celebrate the love. But for reasons we’ll get into in a minute, the gym isn’t probably the best place to look for a good catch.
Dating and working out were never on the same page until the day I went on a really bad date with this guy I met at the gym. It was so bad I had to get my brother to come pick me up. Otherwise, there’s no way I could escape him.
Reading Pablo Neruda is like being entranced by an outpouring of love and desire. Ten days till Valentine’s Day, and there’s no one else I’d like to recite on The Classicsthis month than the Chilean poet himself. If I could I would transfer every page of his erotically charged Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair onto this post, but this Valentine, I want to underline the reality of true love and its hardships, especially when you deal with others as one. Love is a battlefield indeed, but in it two people win against the world that conspires against them. Tough love, but worth every fight, eh? Enjoy the ride anyway.
And because love battles
not just in its own burning fields
but also in the mouths of men and women,
I will finish this fight by taking the trail
from those would come between my chest and your fragrance
to plant their confused plants.
They will say about me
nothing worse, my love,
than what I have told you myself.
Before I knew you,
I lived in the prairies.
I never waited for love to come.
I ambushed the rose and fell upon her with fierceness.
What more can they say?
I am neither good nor bad, but a man.
They will bring up the danger
of my life, which you know,
and with which you have mingled your passion.
For it is good, this danger.
It’s the danger of love, of perfect love,
for all life
and all lives.
And if this love brings us
death or prison,
I’m sure your big eyes will close
(as they close when I kiss them)
with double pride, my love,
yours and mine together.
They will come to speak before my ears
to tear down the tower
of the sweet, hard love that joins us.
They will say, “The one you love
is not the woman for you.
Why do you love her? Surely
you could find another more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other … Do you understand me?
Look how slender this one is.
Look what a face that one has.
Look how she dresses.
And so on, and so on …”
And so, in these lines, I say to you:
I love you like this, love.
Like this, I love you:
as you wear what you wear,
as your hair floats,
as your mouth smiles
light as spring water
running over pure stones.
Like this, love, I love you.
I don’t ask bread
to teach me anything
except how to care for each day.
I know nothing about light,
where it comes from, where it goes.
I only ask the light to be light.
I do not ask the night
I await it, and it swallows me.
And it’s the same with you too,
you who are bread and light
You came into my life
with just what you had:
things made of
the light and bread and shadows
for which I waited.
And I need you that way.
I love you that way.
And to those who will hear this tomorrow,
they can read here what I will not say.
But let them keep their distance today,
for it is still early for such arguments.
Tomorrow we will give them only
a leaf from the tree of our love, a leaf
dropped on the earth
as though it had been made by our lips
as though it were a kiss that had fallen
from unfathomable heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a love that is true.
- Pablo Neruda
I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who have built a list of non-negotiables for future husbands/wives, and somewhere along the line, we settled for something different: We love our other half just the way he/she is.
Doesn’t mean that we’re settling for anything more or less; just that true love is inherently a form of self-sacrifice. While I don’t believe meeting soul mates only happens once in a lifetime, I believe a strong relationship is founded by two persons who’ve decided to constantly mold themselves to become more agreeable, more compatible, and more suited for each other no matter what happens. It’s never about me against you or the world – love is about us, together against the world.
Ask yourself a quintessential question this Valentine’s: Are you with the one you love, or are you loving the one you’re with?
10 and I are currently reading Dan Brown’s latest opus, Inferno. We’re late, we’re aware of that, but it doesn’t make the book any less interesting.
This is not the first time he and I read something together. Toward the end of our LDR, we read the Fifty Shades trilogy together. We’d catch up on each other to see whether we’ve reached a particular point in the plot, and we’d share our opinions on the characters involved. He’d wish he was Christian Grey on his helicopter ride to SF, and I’d bitch about Elena. It was fun.