I am blurred vision...
Dude, it's been a while...a while...
some quick things to note since my last posts, or lack thereof:
-my laptop at work crashed and I had to get everything reinstalled...sucks
-played our first softball game last sunday - we lost (darn mercy rule)
-played our 2nd softball game this past sunday - we lost (darn mercy rule)
-shin splints still hangin around, so I haven't been running
And now to the meat...
magic mountain
Cic and I went to Magic this past weekend...I hadn't been for a good 5 years or so. It was some good old-fashioned fun. Waiting 2 hours in line for a ride that would only last 1 minute (deja-vu). Getting annoyed by the unruly little kids messin around in line. Watching all the young'ns flirt and act hard and just be, well....kids. Spending $10 on a burger that is probably worth $1. And of course, spending some good old QT with the gf. Gone are the days where we could go to the park from open to close...we're much too old now, he he he. And the most interesting part was...we got DIZZY after like every ride! Well, not totally dizzy, but, like, unsettled or unstable, so to speak. It was frickin weird man. But when 3 other people confirmed that it also happened to them that same day, I was okay with it, he he he. Looks like I'm gonna have to bring some Dramamine next time I roll up to the mountain, he he he. Fun fun fun though :).
Ode to health
So I had my first physical in like 3 years. I changed doctors to one near work, because my old doctor won't see male patients anymore since she and her sister took over the womens health center at UCLA. Well basically, here are the results...due to the fact that my dad is diabetic and he has already had a stroke AND a heart attack, AND high blood pressure for both my parents, I am a very high risk for diabetes and all of the above. I love genes, don't you? Well, it this means change... Meaning, I have to be really careful and go through some extra measures for preventative care. I am Filipino. Translation...I need to cut a lot of starchy food out of my diet...because that's all filipinos eat, starch...which totally sucks, because I love rice...and I love starchy food. I even have to go to this class that teaches me how to grocery shop and what I should and should not eat. Of course I'm not writing everything off forever, becuase that's just plain stupid...food is here for enjoyment as well as nourishment. It shouldn't be one or the other...I truly believe in having food that just tastes good... But I do have to accept that this is kind of a serious issue and I will have to change my lifestyle somewhat to incorporate such preventative measures. Well, here's to healthier living!
Movin out
I wanted to blog about this a while back, but nothing had been definite yet, and I didn't wanna get my hopes up or anything. I am officially moving out of my folks' place and into a house in Long Beach. No, no, I did not purchase a house...I could only wish for that...that and a million dollars. Rather, I am moving in with Jovan into his house. Yes, that's right. I will soon be a resident of the Long Beach area...woohoo! I am so very excited. I have been living at home for almost 3 years now, and things have been pointing for me to leave the nest...again. I've prayed, I've thought, and I've prayed some more: it is time to go. It was a little tough re-adjusting to living at home again after I had been out of there for practically 7 years, since I had left for Irvine. And of course, living at home came with some major perks: no ridiculous rent going into a black hole, seeing my family all the time, and of course...home cooked food. There was a reason I got laid off from my Santa Fe Springs job and was given no choice but to move back home. Pop had had his stroke only 5 months earlier and had just been released from the nursing facility after about 3 months of living there alone. So it was perfect that I would be at home and could take care of him until he got better. It was good seeing him at home again, and I was happy to be around while he was recovering. Slowly but surely, he got better. And now, aside from the occasional communication hurdles we have to overcome(which can sometimes be a little tough), he takes care of the regular household duties and then some, working outside in the garden and cleaning up the garage. Now that he is ok, and my mom's brother has moved in to the house I feel like it's time for me to go and be out on my own again. I had been getting frustrated over the past few months because I wasn't out on my own, and I think my fuse became really short while I was at home. Just a lot of things started to go awry, but most of all, I don't want to resent my parents...they have done and do so much for me. I really think that it's better that I'm living in my own place. Then I could visit them and not take them for granted so much. So here's to the next chapter of my life, life in the LBC...
"We are 10% of what happens to us...and 90% of how we react to it"
-unknown
some quick things to note since my last posts, or lack thereof:
-my laptop at work crashed and I had to get everything reinstalled...sucks
-played our first softball game last sunday - we lost (darn mercy rule)
-played our 2nd softball game this past sunday - we lost (darn mercy rule)
-shin splints still hangin around, so I haven't been running
And now to the meat...
magic mountain
Cic and I went to Magic this past weekend...I hadn't been for a good 5 years or so. It was some good old-fashioned fun. Waiting 2 hours in line for a ride that would only last 1 minute (deja-vu). Getting annoyed by the unruly little kids messin around in line. Watching all the young'ns flirt and act hard and just be, well....kids. Spending $10 on a burger that is probably worth $1. And of course, spending some good old QT with the gf. Gone are the days where we could go to the park from open to close...we're much too old now, he he he. And the most interesting part was...we got DIZZY after like every ride! Well, not totally dizzy, but, like, unsettled or unstable, so to speak. It was frickin weird man. But when 3 other people confirmed that it also happened to them that same day, I was okay with it, he he he. Looks like I'm gonna have to bring some Dramamine next time I roll up to the mountain, he he he. Fun fun fun though :).
Ode to health
So I had my first physical in like 3 years. I changed doctors to one near work, because my old doctor won't see male patients anymore since she and her sister took over the womens health center at UCLA. Well basically, here are the results...due to the fact that my dad is diabetic and he has already had a stroke AND a heart attack, AND high blood pressure for both my parents, I am a very high risk for diabetes and all of the above. I love genes, don't you? Well, it this means change... Meaning, I have to be really careful and go through some extra measures for preventative care. I am Filipino. Translation...I need to cut a lot of starchy food out of my diet...because that's all filipinos eat, starch...which totally sucks, because I love rice...and I love starchy food. I even have to go to this class that teaches me how to grocery shop and what I should and should not eat. Of course I'm not writing everything off forever, becuase that's just plain stupid...food is here for enjoyment as well as nourishment. It shouldn't be one or the other...I truly believe in having food that just tastes good... But I do have to accept that this is kind of a serious issue and I will have to change my lifestyle somewhat to incorporate such preventative measures. Well, here's to healthier living!
Movin out
I wanted to blog about this a while back, but nothing had been definite yet, and I didn't wanna get my hopes up or anything. I am officially moving out of my folks' place and into a house in Long Beach. No, no, I did not purchase a house...I could only wish for that...that and a million dollars. Rather, I am moving in with Jovan into his house. Yes, that's right. I will soon be a resident of the Long Beach area...woohoo! I am so very excited. I have been living at home for almost 3 years now, and things have been pointing for me to leave the nest...again. I've prayed, I've thought, and I've prayed some more: it is time to go. It was a little tough re-adjusting to living at home again after I had been out of there for practically 7 years, since I had left for Irvine. And of course, living at home came with some major perks: no ridiculous rent going into a black hole, seeing my family all the time, and of course...home cooked food. There was a reason I got laid off from my Santa Fe Springs job and was given no choice but to move back home. Pop had had his stroke only 5 months earlier and had just been released from the nursing facility after about 3 months of living there alone. So it was perfect that I would be at home and could take care of him until he got better. It was good seeing him at home again, and I was happy to be around while he was recovering. Slowly but surely, he got better. And now, aside from the occasional communication hurdles we have to overcome(which can sometimes be a little tough), he takes care of the regular household duties and then some, working outside in the garden and cleaning up the garage. Now that he is ok, and my mom's brother has moved in to the house I feel like it's time for me to go and be out on my own again. I had been getting frustrated over the past few months because I wasn't out on my own, and I think my fuse became really short while I was at home. Just a lot of things started to go awry, but most of all, I don't want to resent my parents...they have done and do so much for me. I really think that it's better that I'm living in my own place. Then I could visit them and not take them for granted so much. So here's to the next chapter of my life, life in the LBC...
"We are 10% of what happens to us...and 90% of how we react to it"
-unknown
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