Goodness! Just when I was planning a big depressive “Woe is me” party, you guys have to butt in with all these sweet and wonderful words. You just won’t let me wallow in peace, will you? Hee hee hee! But seriously, thank you, all of you, for your touching words of encouragement and comfort. They certainly lifted me out of my dark pit!
You know how sometimes, when you’re feeling really down…your masochistic side kicks in and you just feel like making yourself feel worse and worse? You replay every hurtful word in your mind, letting your tears flow and flow, curling up by yourself in the corner and basically just throwing a big dramatic self-pity fiesta.
Well, I was about to do that, but reading all of your comments made me realize that I would be one big fat hypocrite if I were to indulge to my pessimistic side. Haven’t I been professing about how important it is to stay positive in no matter what circumstances? At times like this, I’ll just have to pick myself up, dust my pants, and force myself to smile and look at the bright side.
Since the source of my little rant came from my parents, I decided to actively list out some of the signs of love and care they have showered upon me all these years:
- When I was first born, my father didn’t sleep for days out of excitement, while my mother slept for days out of exhaustion
- As a child, my dad always told me proudly that I was the most beautiful girl in the world. I was shocked to find out that wasn’t the truth a few years later, but realized that to my dad, it is the truth
- When I was hospitalized for anorexia, and being a total bitch to everybody, my parents still came to see me several times each day, painting on goofy grins on their faces just to make me smile
- When I checked myself out of the hospital, my parents supported my decision, while everyone else pointed fingers at them and called them “Stupid”, “irresponsible”, and any other negative adjective you can find under the sun
- When I was at my lowest weight, my parents crept in each night while I was asleep, checking to see if I was still alive
- The first time I ever saw my father break down into heart-breaking sobs was when he discovered me secretly trying to throw my food away…I will never ever forget that moment
- When I called home after my second hospitalization in Northwestern, my mom cried the whole day, while my dad put on a brave front to comfort both her and me
- When I fell and hurt myself several times because of lack of muscles, my parents freaked out even more than me. For months, my mom tenderly dressed and cleaned my wounds even though blood makes her squeamish
Okay. I can’t go on now. I’ve got tears running down my cheeks again, but it’s not because I’m feeling bad for myself or pissed off. It’s because I’m shaken to the core by my parents’ persistent and fierce love and support for me all throughout these years. From the moment I was born, to this day, they never failed to love me. They are humans, with human flaws and weaknesses, but their unconditional love for me? It’s superhuman. It’s…freaking amazing, for the lack of a better word.
My parents once told me that unless I am a parent myself, I will never understand the level and deepness of a parent’s love for the child. I guess they’re right. I can never fully understand, but I sure as heck am grateful and appreciative towards them.
Another person I am really grateful towards is one of my best friends, Joyce. Joyce is— well, honestly, someone completely different from me. She is sweet, gentle, patient, and kind, great characteristics that I do not possess. She is one of the friends whom I will be eternally thankful for, because even though we are so different, we connect in a level that is really spiritual and deep.
Even when I isolating myself like a bitter, cranky hermit, she still called me whenever she came back from college, and occasional sent me sweet and encouraging letters. Even when I looked inhumane and pitiful, she never once looked down on me, but treated me as her equal, her dearest friend.
Well, it was her birthday Sunday, and I decided to treat her to a good lunch this afternoon. Her boyfriend Allen came along, because they’re rather inseparable and he’s cool enough to hang out with us😉.
I took her to Chef Geoff’s at Tysons:
Of course, the first thing I noticed was that there was good lighting. The interior decoration was sleek, simple, and sophisticated. I felt a bit out of place though, because I was dressed in jeans and flip-flops, while everybody else were dressed in business suits and touted Gucci purses.
Our waiter was a tall, blond guy who looked like he was a college student. He served us this amazing bread at once:
Warm, chewy black olive bread with roasted red pepper hummus! Oh wow, I usually don’t eat from the bread basket they serve, but this was quite good. Really intense and flavorful from the salty olives.
Joyce ordered a Pomegranate Lemonade to start:
This was non-alcoholic, but just a sip of it was like a jolt to the taste buds! Extremely puckish, in a good way, because that guaranteed that it was freshly-squeezed.
Everything on the menu looked good, so we took about half an hour to decide. The waiter was really nice about it though, and answered all our questions. I also had fun teaching my friends what mascarpone, prosciutto, queso, EVOO, and arugula was (Joyce thought it was cheese!).
Allen finally ordered one of the Pizza Pies:
Chicken, Queso Oaxaca, Smoked Corn Relish
The flavor combination was amazing, but the only problem was that there was too much juice or something, which made for a soggy crust. Well, if you close your eyes and dig in with a fork, it would be a very tasty casserole!
Joyce ordered the best dishes out of ours, the Day Boat Scallops:
Mushroom-asparagus risotto, truffle mascarpone, white balsamic reduction with seared scallops
Holy freaking yum! Hers was the most expensive, but certainly worth every single penny!
Really flavorful, and the rice had a nice texture to it, unlike the risotto I got at Brio’s on Monday.
I, unfortunately, ordered the worst dish ever, the Country Ham & Gruyere Melt:
On “baguette” with sweet onion relish, dijon, baby lettuces. It was supposed to be on a brioche bun, but because I don’t like soft airy rolls like brioche, I substituted the “baguette” instead. I put “baguette” in quotation marks because it was hardly the good, crusty French baguette. More like the imitation, holey baguette you buy in cheap grocery stores. GAH!!
And what the hell is with this sandwich? It was ALL bread and no filling. Which I didn’t miss much anyway because the ham was SO freaking salty to the point of nastiness.
And where the hell is my sweet onion relish? More like a sliver of white onion chopped up. I was so disappointed, because one of the reasons I ordered this dish was in anticipation of the sweet onion relish it promised.
The baby lettuces turned out to be just salad drenched with some kind of sour dressing. If I had known it was salad, I would have asked for dressing on the side because I abhor salad dressings.
The waiter saw my disgruntled face and asked whether he could switch up the dish for me, but I decided to just choke it down because it was kind of my fault for messing with the dish, anyway. Also, I didn’t want to make a big fuss when we were celebrating Joyce’s birthday. I ended up eating the sandwich open-faced, and dipping the bread into the leftover hummus.
Ah, well. At least Joyce’s dish was stellar! She was the guest of honor, the birthday girl, after all, so I was happy that she really enjoyed her dish.🙂
Despite my stupid bready sandwich, I’m back to a pretty chipper mood today. A positive perception, a little initial forced smile, and great friends will do that to you! (The above picture is JOYCE! Not me! I’m not that pretty!)
Another reason why I’m happy? I received my new camera which I ordered in ebay today!
A Canon Powershot SX-200 IS! Yahoo!
I was actually debating between a SD880 and a SD1200, but after reviewing several more reviews, I finally settled on this to replace my crappy Sony Cybershot T-5. I have yet to tinker around with it (the battery is recharging right now) but I hope I’ll be able to produce better pictures with this!
One day though…I dream of getting a proper DSLR…Gotta start saving my pennies and nickels from now on!😀
Question of the day: Do you have a close friend who is surprisingly different from you? How so?