You were Juelly and I was Jules. We went to the same high school, albeit 30 years apart. We had the same corny sense of humor. We both liked Wendy’s Chocolate Frosties. It was not coincidence. It was fate. We were meant to cross paths and I am forever grateful that we did.

I had the pleasure of working for you from January of 2006 to July of 2007. A mere calendar year in time but it laid the foundation for who I am today, for who I will become. In my year as your assistant, I learned to type, file, organize, shred and encode. More than that, I learned attention to detail, how to forge relationships with people, humility and the value of hard work. No one worked harder than you though. You were so dedicated to that little office and so sincere in your desire to help others. “Hayyy Buhay, Parang Life” is what you’d always say when we had particularly tiring days. There were a lot of those days, but it didn’t matter, in a show of incredible strength, you dug deep and persevered through it all. It was your family who kept you going. John, Thomas and Jeffrey were your everything. I can still see the way your face beams with pride and love as you spoke of them and their accomplishments.

You were a mom to everyone, including me. I couldn’t take a sick leave without you calling to remind  me to take medicine. You were so involved and updated in my life, my school work and my love life. My favorite memories of working with you were the light days when we could chismis and laugh over a coffee or Wendy’s Frosty. We had the same corny sense of humor and the simplest of things could make us laugh. One of our running jokes was your ridiculously cluttered desk. Your desk is like a time capsule, I swear there’s stuff there from 1988. One fateful day, I couldn’t take it anymore so after you left, I organized your desk and cleaned it. You were so surprised the next day and I’ll never forget how thrilled you were. It always made me happy to see you happy.

Even when my time as your assistant came to an end and long after I moved out of NYC we would always keep in touch. My trips to New York were never complete without stopping by the old office and a lunch at Rosa Mexicano (you knew this was my favorite). We would chismis like old times and you would send me home armed with Fordham giveaways and more Post-Its than I knew what to do with. While I am extremely thankful we saw each other this year, I wish I knew it was going to be the last. Our lunch was not long enough. Our hug was not tight enough. I would never have said good bye.

You were my constant in NYC, as timeless as the city’s skyline. I am beyond heartbroken that you are gone. Things will never be the same. Like many of the people whose lives you graced with your laughter and kindness, I will miss you very much.

Rest in Peace.

 

Just thoughts.

I have always had an aversion to being called “wealthy” or “rich.” I don’t know why. Maybe because I have never felt that I am. I mean, what is being wealthy anyway?

…Is it the number of things you own?
…How expensive your clothes are?
…The amount of debt you don’t have?
…The size of your paycheck?

Or.. is wealth about perception?

..The number of things people *think* you own?
..How expensive people *think* your clothes are?
..The amount of debt people *think* you don’t have?
..The size people *think* your paycheck is?

I mean who defines wealth, really? Is it me? Or is it other people?
Because I have never, ever thought of myself as wealthy.. not, in the way other people think I am.

Someone once told me that having a lot of money does not necessarily mean you have profit. Many may not realize the difference but I do. It means that even if your business generates revenue, it is not necessarily income. It means that even if you have spare funds, you may also have excessive debt. Outsiders only see the revenue, never the net loss. Only see the spare funds, never the debt. Only the smiling photos, never the sad moments. Only see the trappings of wealth but never the sacrifices. People choose what they want to see. Minds are closed.

Therein lies the problem. Reality versus Perception.

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I wouldn’t usually do this but I’m trying to raise funds to pay off some debt. I cleaned out our liquor cabinet and I’m selling some of our Japanese Whiskey.

2 Bottles Yamazaki 12 – Php 7,000

Hibiki 17 – Php 14,000

2 Bottles Hibiki 21 – Php 20,000

Macallan 25 – Php 60,000

Please email me iamjulienneblog@gmail.com if interested. Cash only.
Pickup in Greenhills, San Juan.

Thank you!

 

Mosaic by the Creek is a special, special place run by wonderful people. We made reservations for a pre-Valentine’s day date and were treated to a fun evening of good food and mosaic-making. It’s not just a cafe.

The mosaic workshop: P880. The very nice lady of the house will give you a quick “how-to” and off you go. All the tiles and glue are at your disposal. It took me two hours to craft my masterpiece (a jewelry box in the shape of a bird). It was a calming, therapeutic experience which enabled creativity I didn’t know I had.

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I chose a bird for my mom. She’s been into Chickens, Quail, Turkeys and other Fowl so I figured she might like this.

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Here are some photos of me trying to figure out my bird. I wanted to make it blues and whites to give it to my mom. I guess no matter how old we get, we’ll always try to give our handicrafts to our moms. Maybe because we know only they will be the one to appreciate it. Hehe.

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Here’s Derrick with his Masterpiece. He Chose a Tray which is nice and functional.
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Finished Product! Tada!

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Here is a photo with the Grout(the stuff that fills the gaps). Derrick’s came out much nicer I think because he chose more vivid colors that really stood out against the grout.
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Picture with Tita, who taught us how to Mosaic!

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It is recommended you do this before dinner. Arrive early if you can, around 5pm to finish in time for dinner. It’s a great activity for adults and kids alike. Very young kids need close supervision however since you are working with small pieces.
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The Cafe: the perfect way to satiate the appetite you worked up creating mosaics! Mosaic by the Creek

Start with Their fil-mex fries.
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For mains I recommend their pink salmon farfalle and Carlo’s roasted chicken. A nearby table recommended a curry dish but we didn’t get to try it. We also heard their mechado is one of the best. A reason to return. Mosaic by the Creek
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We also ordered Salpicao.

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Cap off your experience with their dessert and coffee. Their calamansi or tablea cheesecake is recommended.

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We were lucky enough to meet a few members of the family behind Mosaic. They all have their own areas of expertise. The recipes are all heirloom and have been in their family for years. Tita helms the workshop and decorating, her daughter curates the wine, her son oversees the food. Everything in the cafe is a part of their family which really brings a warmth to the place that I appreciated.

Definitely go check them out and share your experience, when you go 🙂 Happy Valentine’s Day!
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Mosaic by the Creek
22 Major Dizon Street, Calumpang Marikina
(02) 508 4099
https://www.facebook.com/mosaicbythecreek/

Unofficial (from my memory) Directions: It is not so far. Easiest way to get there driving is via Katipunan NB, after passing blue ridge and the restaurant cluster, we made a right just before the flyover to Ateneo. It’s a winding road. That’s Major Dizon already, just follow that road, Mosaic by the Creek will be on the left.

Disclosure – Our entire experience came to around P2,000+ (my date paid so I’m not sure exactly the total) which included our mosaic workshop + food.