Totally slacking in the blogosphere. Mah baddd. I’m moving to the westside on Monday!! Life keeps changing. Once I get it together again in about a week or so, I hope to begin blogging more frequently because I freakin’ bought a NIKON D3100!! Ahhhh. In loooove.
I can see my new obsession forming. I want to create screensavers. I want to stop people out in public and take their picture. I want to take pictures of my cute dog and your cute dog. I want to take pictures of my food at restaurants. I want to take pictures of my fabulous LA friends. I want to take pictures of my outfits and your outfits. I want to be a paparazzi in training in the midst of Hollywood.
I want to capture my life and yours, too, if you are in my life.
Aidan, maltese, my brother’s puppy.
Meeko, my main man, showing off his stellar bangs cut by his mom (me).
What a rough day.
Definitely the cutest guy I know.
Sleepytime.
Louie, maltipoo, my mom’s puppy, cuddling with Aidan.
My mom, lovesss her. Check her rock.
Louie the lion king.
Louie asleep under the couch.
Turkey.
Ham.
Lumpia.
Bubbly.
Cinnabon.
Self portrait al naturale. Yes, hair is lighter. Not sure how I feel about it, yet.
THANKFUL. Hope you all had a beautiful and amazing Thanksgiving with loved ones!
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In 1620, 102 Mayflower passengers (aka Pilgrims) left England’s oppressive ways and came to America for freedom of religion (obviously, this is the short story). This journey westward was over two months long, and in those days disease was more plentiful than the food. Upon arriving in Plymouth, winter was fast approaching and these newbies didn’t know what the #$%&*@ to do. You couldn’t really just go to the grocery store to buy food. Of the 102 Pilgrims, only half remained alive by the following spring.
The Wampanoag Native Americans helped cultivate the land and fish, shared their ways of harvest, and saved the Pilgrims from starvation.
In 1621, near the end of the Plymouth colony’s first year in America, the settlers gave thanks for a plentiful first harvest. The pilgrims and the natives celebrated together (they had arranged a peace treaty), and everyone feasted on geese, ducks, deer, corn, oysters, fish and berries. Everyone was set for the long winter ahead.
Despite the harmonious relations that may have existed between natives and pilgrims at the first Thanksgiving feast, many subsequent American Thanksgivings involved settlers giving thanks for victories over the natives (aka genocide).
In 1863, during the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed that Thanksgiving should be a national observance. To some degree, this was a way to brighten the spirits of the American people, who were dealing with a great deal of difficulty and deprivation during the war.
The point of this history lesson is simple: Thanksgiving involves gratitude for having enough food to eat and being healthy, happy, and alive; This is a blessing.
It’s about being THANKFUL for everything and everyone you have.
Thankful for my health, my mom who always has my back, my incredible & loving family, my main man Meeko who lets me kiss him anytime I want, my wonderful best friends from San Diego to the Bay to NYC, my amazing new friends in Los Angeles, my fulfilling new career and exciting new opportunities in LA, yoga, my straight white teeth, being Filipina-American, having food to eat three times a day, my shopping superpowers… waking up everyday with the inspiration to pursue a hundred different avenues of happiness… and my education, as my mom always said that that’s one of the only things I will have for the rest of my life.
Thankful to be this lucky. Or maybe lucky to be this thankful. Thank you.
XOXO
“In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.” — Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
