Wednesday, April 05, 2006

LakeShore Drive Chronicles II

Woke up one morning with a really bad hangover and a sore hamstring. Now what would Arnold do?

So off to Lakeshore drive again I went. That was the first time I was at Lakeshore on a clear and sunny weekend. This time I did lots and lots of warm ups… so much that it looked like I was shooting an exercise video.

I really looooove this place. Since I wasn’t in a hurry for our production support call in the evening this time, I finally was able to just sit down and watch the lake from the lighthouse. I also got to see more people in bad jogging outfits



Nice isn’t it?

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Mahar's Bodacious Bangus!

Hungry? Cheap? Tired of the same old filet mignon and lobster lunches? Visit a 7-11 near you and try their new daing na bangus rice meal express!

Scientists have proved that eating milkfish has health benefits like more protein for less calories compared to eating that nasty old tenderloin steak. Besides, a purchase of a daing na bangus meal from 7-11 will contribute to the Mahar Charity Foundation which benefits uh… Mahar.

Actually Mahar, my officemate, distributes milkfish from Dagupan to 7-11 for their yummy rice meals. He catches each and every one of these fishes by hand, does quality control, guts, cuts and cooks them, place them in styro packages with rice and atsara then runs around Manila to distribute them to different 7-11 stores and still make it on time for office.

Yup, he’s just that good.

Monday, April 03, 2006

That Darn Gadget

I bought something that I’ve been cursing every morning.

A replacement primary support phone? Nah…

An alarm clock? kinda… but nah…

It’s my new high tech digital weighing scale with % body fat calculator. Great purchase isn’t it? A twenty dollar gadget that tells you everyday that you’re overweight. The thing with this one is that unlike my old manual scale, I can’t tiptoe or shift my weight anymore to “lose” 3 to 6 pounds. All it really lacks is a voice feature that really tells you every day… “Dude, you’re still fat.”

Damn smart-ass weighing scale.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

of Chicago Bascule bridges

“Pre, nakataas yung La Salle bridge a.” Rico said as he passed by.

I leaped up, put on my jacket and sprinted 2 blocks to see the Bascule bridge along La Salle go up.

(Btw, La Salle is the name of the street our office and apartment is in. We have to cross this bridge over Chicago river everyday to work)

Upon reaching the last perpendicular street (which was Wacker), the bridge was already going down. I was able to take some pics from where I was but it was boring from this angle. The perfect one would be from the other bridge such that I’ll be on the sides while the bridge is up forming an inverted V.

By the time I was at the bridge, it was already down :(

“Noooooooooooooooo!” (pigeons flying)

Luckily, the bridge was up again 2 hours later. I guess they were calibrating it or something. Guess where I am… I was at the Clark bridge which was directly beside it. Hee hee



Doesn’t that look cool or what? :D

Friday, March 24, 2006

Lakeshore Drive Chronicles

Ahhh... Lakeshore drive. One of my favorite places in Chicago. It's like Roxas boulevard sans the trash, noise and smoke. It's a great jogging/cycling/skating place here downtown since you get great views of Lake Michigan, Navy Pier, John Hancock and lots of beaches.

Last week, I strapped on the metal braces on my knee and ran lakeshore from Navy Pier to North avenue. I cramped up halfway there and ended up walking the rest of the course going to North ave, back to Navy Pier and back to Sterling. Feeling long distance runner kasi... It was freezing that afternoon and the lake breeze didn't help at all.

Yesterday, no more metal braces and I tried running lakeshore again. It wasn't freezing but the temp was still somewhere around 5C. Wow, the week-long knee strengthening program really worked! I was able to reach North ave with no injuries. Going back to Navy Pier was a different story though - I pulled a hamstring. Ow! Now I had to hobble all the way from Lakeshore (somewhere near Hancock) back to Navy Pier and back to Sterling. Not a good experience at all and I think I just made the injury worse. Today, I walked like a zombie.

I've only had two attempts but I really love running Lakeshore drive. Now that I'm on the injured list again, I'll do the second best thing to do in Lakeshore drive -> make fun of others' jogging outfits. Again, note that it's freezing so the usual running shorts and running shirts are out of the picture.

Men in purple tights. What the?!? I understand tights as a sports necessity but fashion-wise, I'm not a big fan of them. They look ok on women. For men, it will only look good if you're in a gym/indoor place or if you're superman (complete with red underwear on the outside). Spandex for jogging just doesn't look right and if you have to wear one, please wear black. If you have to wear purple, might as well wear a cowboy hat and chaps.

Bubble jackets. They look like they're going on an expedition or something. Inside their jacket would be a thermos, an iPod (it just has to be an iPod), food, a towel, gloves, bonnet, a headband and an anvil.

My attire? hehe. I have the basketball/soccer player look - long sleeved shirt on the inside, short sleeved shirt on the outside, thermal tights, jogging pants and my trusty old Air Max TL's. Of course I have to bring the primary support phone, keys, my iPod (it reaaaally just has to be an iPod) and some cash - all stored in an arm bag.

As much as I could make fun of their outfits, they still outrun me... even the old dudes. It's really depressing seeing a 60 year old white haired dude in yellow tights and an orange bandana with an iPod (probably listening to Ja Rule or 50 Cent) run up behind me, then beside me, then finally leaves me in the dust.

Hayop yun... basketball na lang, ano?

Cooking with Arnold IV

I know I know... me trying to cook is like Kevin Federline trying to rap.

Frying an egg sunny side up should be so easy that even my dog can do it. (yea right... give my dog an egg and he'll whip out a frying pan, fire up the stove, put olive oil and cook the egg.) C'mon, you know what I mean.

I mess up eggs most of the time. The sides would get burned while the middle would be raw. Here's a first though:



The yolk rolling off the white?!?

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Gillette Fusion

I saw this Gillette fusion ad on TV and I bought one the next time I was at CVS (a store very similar to Mercury Drug back home). I'm such a sucker for commercials. Six blades! Count that... one, two, three, four, five and one more on the back! The one on the back is a precision trimmer used for beards, moustaches and other facial here (none of which I have). The five blades up front are for "a smoother shave with less strokes meaning less irritation" said the handsome sculpted, big-pecced (here I go inventing words again) dude in the white towel.

I tried it and here's what I found out: the 1st blade is to trim your facial hair and remove any traces of shaving cream. The 2nd blade is to lift up your skin and the next 3 blades are designed to pierce and cut anything on its path. Hmmm... maybe it only works for handsome, sculpted, big-pecced dudes in white towels.

Try ko nga later without the towel...

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Cooking with Arnold III

wait! what happened to the hash browns?

A week after that I bought some red onions and did the whole thing all over again. The end result was disgusting (but edible). Unfortunately, I didn't have my laptop that time and so I wasn't able to document the process. :( I took a pic of the dish and showed it to Nikki... "wow, that's a nice omelette!"

good enough. :)

Sinangag

1. Research first if it's really sangag or sinangag. Isn't sangag a verb? So you sangag a sinangag?
2. Cook rice yesterday. (tama, go back in time and cook rice. come back to the present so that you'll now "rice cold" aka kaning lamig)
3. Pour olive oil (I bought a big bottle last week) into a frying pan. Chop up some garlic and put into pan. Mmmmmm.... bango! Don't turn on the vent so that the apartment will smell like sauted garlic :D
4. Am I supposed to put in onions? Nah. Wait for the garlic to turn golden brown then mix in the "rice cold".
5. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! How come it's popping like popcorn?!? Rice is flying everywhere!
6. Crack an egg (with one hand ha) and mix it with the rice. Oh wait, fried rice has egg. garlic rice is just garlic. I guess the dish is now Garlic Fried Rice then.
7. Once egg is cooked, remove from pan and into a big plate.
8. Microwave the hotdog and bacon we cooked yesterday and place it on top of the rice.

Huwaaaawww! First time we cooked something decent! :D Syempre may picture dapat. Notice the charred garlic bits... mmmmmm! :D

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Friday, March 17, 2006

of Midnight Thoughts and Memories

Hey, this is an rare serious entry that crossed over from my other blog.

It’s one of those nights when I should’ve listened to Kat. I should’ve listened to what I said to Mahar.

12:30am Ohio and Rush. Two quick hits, one big one and I was down bleeding on the street. It was a bad night to be out alone. It was a bad night not to have anything to soak it up. A pack of tissues, a hanky or even an old pair of gloves would have been nice. No sense calling for help because I didn’t want to sit in the curb any longer and so I decided to walk back.

I crumpled my shirt to cover it up so I wouldn’t attract any more attention. I was still bleeding profusely though as I’ve been known to in the past. Enduring the pain is one thing, bleeding in the process is another and walking home with these two things has been one unique experience. 5 blocks away and I’ve already lost so much. How come the platelets are not doing their job? Damn lazy platelets. I wasn’t walking straight anymore, my pulse was up and finally came the unusual euphoria. It was during this time when my mind handled thoughts the way it hadn’t handled before. It was like having an alternate point of view in everything I believed in and my mind was processing these thoughts twice the usual rate. Anyhoo, these thoughts are what I really intended to write about. Sorry for the long introduction.

Having a never say die attitude is not always good. It makes you go after the most ridiculous dreams and goals. Sometimes, we do have our share of Cinderella stories wherein we somehow manage to reach these goals. This is what some movies are all about but life is more than what the movie shows. A never say die attitude does lead to Cinderella stories but it can also lead to bad mix of devastating failures and shattered dreams. It can make us aim for something farfetched because we believe, we never say never. Never say die is good, but we also have to be realistic. We should learn to let go of a dream and in worse cases – to kill a dream.

Killing a dream. Probably one of the cruelest things to do to oneself. It has a short term physical effect and a long term mental effect. You can let go of a dream if it’s simply in your grasp. You can’t let go of a dream if it’s already attached to you and has fused to be part of you. You’ll have to kill it.

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly, Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams go, Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow
- Langston Hughes

We do need dreams to hold on to. Killing it off is killing a part of you, making the task a lot harsher than initially thought. The how part will depend on the person.

A dream is gone and a vacuum is formed. Failing to fill it up will cause us to implode, making things a lot worse. This is the time we hold on to the dependables – our always happy thoughts, the people who will stick with you all the way, the natural contingency plan cooked up by the mind for cases like this. Sadly, not all thoughts remain happy, not all people stick with you and not all plans turn out the way you expected it to be. You should always have an alternate plan.

Life’s plan B is to go back to your roots. Go back where we excelled before. Go back a step behind in time. My plan B is video games. I’m good at it when I was young and I’m still pretty darn good at it right now. When I suck at work, suck at relationships, suck at handling life’s problems, I go back home, plug in the old Nintendo system and finish Mario 3 again and again and again. Feels good to be reminded that your damn good at something.

Kinzie and Clark. I wasn’t leaving a crimson trail anymore but I was still woozy. So many other thoughts have already crossed my mind but these are the only things I felt comfortable sharing. It was one unusual night. It felt like someone possessed me and injected me with these thoughts. Weird...

Going back to killing a dream, if ever you did manage to do this cleanly, tell me how.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Arn & Jen Goes to Church

A little over a year ago, Maida and Mahar, two project mates of mine, took Cherina for a walk to see all the northside churches here in downtown Chicago. Following a map and a rule that you have to walk all the way from church 1 to church 7, the journey was dubbed "Cherina Goes to Church".

Mahar gave me a copy of the map a few months ago. I initially wanted to do this journey with someone but she already left and so I intended to go alone (with a tripod). A few weeks ago, Jen saw the map while snooping around in my laptop and decided she would go do that too - with or without anyone.

March 5, Sunday, the weather was foggy and it was ridiculously snowing. We decided to walk 30 blocks together on that day from Sterling all the way to church 7 (along North Ave) and 21 more blocks going back.


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From left to right, top to bottom:
(1) St James Cathedral; (2) view of Big John from Chestnut st (told ya it was foggy); (3) Quigley Seminary; (4) Holy Name Cathedral; (5) 4th Prysbeterian Church; (6) Inside the 4th Prysbeterian Church; (7) St. Chrysostom's Episcopal Church; (8) Me and Jen outside St. Chrysostom's; (9) Lake Shore Drive Synagogue; (10) Moody church; (11) Chicago Historical Society building; (12) Jen, Lincoln (the snowman) and me at Lincoln Park

I was able to offer a short prayer in all 7 churches except the Quigley Seminary and Lakeshore Drive Synagogue. My legs were tired, my knee was already cursing me and all my ski-related injuries were coming back but it was really worth it. After Moody church (the last one), we decided to pass by Lincoln park where I took her on a quick tour of the place (had to make it quick coz it was already closing) and chased squirrels. We also passed by the field outside Lincoln Park Conservatory where we made a snowman after she literally dove into the snow.

It was a fun day. While walking back, I didn't even mind my shirt, jeans and socks getting all wet. I wished I could've dragged someone else with us to share the moment but I doubt anyone else here would be willing to walk 50 blocks (not including the detour to Lincoln park).

We just can't help but think that truly, the best things in life are free. :)

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

...in bed

While at lunch today, someone (it was Analou or Amy I think) ordered out from Panda Express which always come with a fortune cookie. They pointed out that appending "in bed" at the end of each fortune always make it better (or naughtier). Tara try natin. Here are some fortunes from astrohoroscopes.com

- The best things come in small packages, but the Bigger, the better... in bed
- Eat your vegetables, they are good for you... in bed
- Success always occurs in private, and failure in full view... in bed
- Men and nations will react rationally only when all other possibilities have been exhausted... in bed
- Never engage in a battle of wits when you are unarmed... in bed
- Anger only leads to the Dark Side... in bed
- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory... in bed
- A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking... in bed
- Don't let your mind wander -- it's too little to be let out alone... in bed
- It hurts when something good ends, but it'll hurt even more if you cling to it knowing that it's no longer there... in bed

hee hee :P

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Buti pa si...

Ate Jen -> had an article published in Good Roots, Good Fruits... I suck at writing articles. I've had lots of poetries published already but no articles. :(

Zare -> my art master. draws and paints with absolute ease. visit her work at http://www.zarinadocken.com... I suck at drawing. I suck at painting. :(

Gezelle -> the girl can cook (check out her blog)... I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really as in super suck at cooking. Last night I had burnt bacon with burnt eggs and burnt toast. For lunch today, my racist toaster pulled a fast one on me and absolutely charred my wheat bread.

...but at least I appeared in an Accenture Ad. hahahaha! Touch me, I'm famous! :P

Feeling Restaurant Critic

I was cleaning my inbox when I saw this mail I sent last week to the onshore people to help them decide which restaurant we'll be eating at last Friday night. I haven't posted any restaurant reviews yet in this blog right? :)

~~~ Sent: Thu 2/23/2006 11:23 AM
Here’s the skinny on these places:

Buca Di Beppo (Rush and Kinzie ata)
The Good: Family style Italian restaurant (a cross between Don Hen and Italianni’s). Sulit. We can order family-style which means a wider selection for everyone.
The Bad: We’ll all smell like garlic (no, really). It’s just a restaurant, nothing to do after. Kinda far (Nordstrom near Michigan ave)

Red Lobster
The Good: Steaks and seafood. Walking distance.
The Bad: Kinda pricy. Hirap i-pronounce. Might be out of budget but I’m not sure… Lianne?

Fogo De Chao
The Good:
All you can eat steaks and meat. Near Hooters. Walking distance. Not sure about the prices.
The Bad: May hihirit ng “…e diet ako e.”

Chicago Chophouse (near Rock N Roll McDo)
The Good:
I heard it’s good.
The Bad: I heard it’s expensive.

House of Blues (Marina City)
The Good:
It’s like Hard Rock. There are bar foods and it’s within our price range. There’s a bar so if you guys want to drink, we could (we’ll have to pay for it ourselves though). Place is cool. Walkable from Sterling.
The Bad: They’re bar food (burgers, etc…). Di tayo busog. Might end up at McDonald’s after.

Weber Grill
The Good:
Should still be within our price range. Walkable (it’s in front of Jewel).
The Bad: Place is too formal for me. Di tayo puede mag-ingay. The view outside isn’t good (unless you enjoy looking at Jewel)

Cheesecake Factory
The Good: Place is nice. Prices should be within our budget. We get to go to John Hancock. They serve dinner meals too (not just cheesecakes).
The Bad: Hancock nanaman? Most of us have been there the past 2 weeks. Kinda far. Cheesecake makes me fat(ter)

Maggiano’s

The Good: Very near. Italian menu. Prices are acceptable.
The Bad: It’s a date place (dark and cozy). Too many memories

Heaven on Seven (@Loews theater between Jewel and Michigan ave)
See comments for Buca… but change it to Louisiana style menu.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

King of the (Bunny) Hill

Last time, we slapped some ice skates on all the onshore people here and it was an ugly sight. I wonder what will happen if we put them on skis instead?

So on to Wisconsin we went...

I've never skied before (duh). I don't even know how ski equipment work and wearing that ski boot really felt weird coz my ankles were completely immobile. Keep in mind that my knee was in a metal brace and was tightly wrapped so I could barely move or bend my leg. I rented some skis, walked to the slopes and snapped them on. Since we're Filipinos, we took lots and lots of pictures first for friendster, msn pics and wallpapers. :P

As always, we started with the bunny hill (you can call it the sissy hill but that's where I'll start anyway).

1st attempt - I never really wanted to go down the hill yet but I slid into the slopes and down I went. 20 feet away and I crashed into the snow. Damn snow. I found out that one of the things I needed to learn first was to get up on my feet on skis. Vince taught us this technique wherein you twist and turn your leg so you can pull yourself up from a kneeling position but it won't work for me... my knee's in a freakin' metal brace! I used my poles to poke the release button, got up and went up the hill again.

2nd attempt - I knew now how to get up when you fall, but how do you brake in this thing? My 2nd attempt was like drag racing. Down the hill in 6 seconds flat. How did I stop? Well, I crashed myself into Jonax, who's a husky 5-10 guy and sent him (and myself) flying into the snow. Skis were everywhere. I bent my pole. The whole scene sent shivers down the spine of people going up the bunny hill. I got up, checked my brace if it's still there and asked Vince to teach me how to brake.

3rd attempt - Down I went at a blazing... 1 km/h?!? I was testing the braking technique I just learned. It was like drag racing with the hand brake on and it took me a few minutes before I reached the bottom. People were disappointed coz they thought I was gonna crash again. Sorry guys.

4th attempt - I've tried 1st gear, now I did 2nd... and I crashed into the conveyor belt. I still didn't know how to turn. Funny thing was, after crashing into the conveyor belt, I was already on my way up. No need to fall in line again hehe.

After that, I finally got the hang of it. No more crashes or any accidents. I was up and down the bunny hill and was now racing with the 3 year olds who skied backwards while I lay flat on my back after that conveyor incident. Damn kids. I wanted to talk trash to them but... well... I'm really a nice guy.

Now it's time to move up the real hill. This is where I faced my biggest challenge. No, going down the hill was easy. I'm talking about getting off the ski lift without falling or crashing. The first time I went up with Chris, we slammed into each other and sprained my thumb. I also crashed into Jonax (again) and Allan so many times. But like I said, going down the steeper and higher hill was fun since I didn't fall anymore. Skiing's great! One downside though is that your body will take serious abuse and if you're not in good shape, you'll be sore for days. In my case, doesn't follow that my name is "Arnold" that I have a Schwarzenegger type body right?

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Told ya I wasn't in good shape. Good thing my knees and ankles were intact (how can they not be, they were armored!). I had tricep strains from using the ski poles. I jammed almost all my fingers and sprained my left thumb when I fell getting off the ski lift. I strained my ab (yes ab, not abs... it's one big ab ok?). My left thigh cramped up while doing that brake technique which forced me to go down the hill faster. Bad hair, well, it's always bad and as for my swollen belly, I've had that "injury" for years already. Maybe it's because of my single muscular ab. Maybe... The worst one is my bruised tailbone which has been hurting the past 6 days. Ow... :S

Here's a serious thought. With a blown knee, I never thought I'd be able to ski when I came here and yet I did. It hurts a lot now, but still I was able to do something that I thought I could never do. That's another monkey off my back. :)

Cooking with Arnold II

Due to popular demand, here are more from the pages of Arnold's cookbook:

Sandwiches and Hash Browns

1. Wash 2 potatoes and take out your potato peeler. Start peeling.
2. 20 minutes have passed and you’re still halfway on your first potato. Dump that stupid thing and take out a paring knife. Continue peeling.
3. Good! Just seconds later, the potato is now completely peeled. You realize that the good thing about the potato peeler is that it only takes out the skin while the paring knife takes out the skin AND probably a good ¼ inch of potato with it. Now the potato is only big enough for 5 to 6 small french fries. Wash another potato and peel again.
4. An hour later, you have 2 and 1/3 peeled potatoes. It’s not completely peeled though, there are still some spots that have skins that for some reason, the potato peeler can’t remove. Let’s leave those there for… hmmm… flavor (yeah right)
5. Take out the cheese grater and a plate. Grate the potato into the plate.
6. Sheesh, INTO the plate, not AROUND. Now there’s potato everywhere. Potato on the floor, potato on the table, potato in the frying pan (excited), potato in the sink, potato inside the toaster, potato in my beer.
7. Wipe the potato pieces into the floor. We’ll clean it up later. This is cooking with Arnold, not cleaning with Arnold. Notice that there’s enough on the floor for 2-3 hash browns?
8. Set aside that big yellow pile and take out an onion.
9. Great. No onions. Look for an onion substitute.
10. Congratulations. You found garlic. We wonder where we last used this? It’s the closest thing we have to an onion anyway. That’ll do.
11. Do that cool thing again with the side of the knife. Remove the skin this time. We must learn from our past mistakes. Chop up garlic and mix with the…
12. The big yellow pile is now a big peach pile. How did that happen? Do potatoes really turn peach? Oh well, mix in the garlic.
13. Melt butter into a skillet. Mmmmm! Doesn’t that smell good? Melt some more. You can never have too much butter.
14. Scoop some of that peach mess into the skillet. Potatoes should now be swimming in butter. Hey, they’re not peach anymore! Press in the potatoes with a spatula.
15. Lower the heat to “ridiculously low” (probably 1 or 2) then run down to 7-11 and buy a burger. This should go well with the “hash browns”.
16. 15 minutes later, we’re back with a burger, a donut, a bottle of coke, a six pack of Miller Lite, a pint of cookies and cream ice cream, a bag of Lays and a bag of Ruffles.
17. Oh good, the hash blacks are ready. Flip them and burn the other side naman.
18. One side black, one side brown. Put in a plate and taste it first before frying up another batch.
19. Yuck! Garlic doesn't taste like onions (duh!). Abort! Abort! Dump it in the trash… no wait, use the food disposal thingie… that one looks cool too.

To be continued…

I had a burger, a donut, Lays, ice cream and a Miller Lite for lunch instead.

1 corinthians 13: 4 - 7

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Brrrrrrr

I woke up one morning and saw that it was...

-20C!!!

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Syempre I went out and took pictures. Pinoy talaga...

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Meet Jen

An American, a Korean and a Filipino were supporting this application when...

Wait, it does sounds like I'm telling a joke...

Oh well, that's gonna be the case now with the recent shuffle in the Chicago support personnel. Meet Jen, my first Korean friend. We had lunch with her yesterday at Singha and today at Thompson's. Sooo many things we're learning about our cultures.



... and Arnold, known for asking weird questions when meeting someone new, was sitting silently in his chair at the ground floor of the Atrium mall. "Ask something interesting... something intelligent. Remember, first impressions last." he thought. Swallowing the Bourbon Chicken he ordered from the New Orleans Kitchen, he wiped his mouth, took a deep breath, smiled and asked


"so you know Tae Kwon Do?"


classic Arnold...

Love is...

from Jaye, my spiritual advisor.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it does not brood over the past. It's the day-in and day-out chonicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don't have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

No Mail on Sundays, Still No Logic on Fridays

It still didn't make any sense...

We drove 30 minutes out of Chicago downtown to this Filipino restaurant... and we ordered Japanese food.

No sense at all... but hey the food was good! (Not as good as the cheesesteak I had for lunch though) :-P