May 2nd, 2005

emma; only girl in the world

Green Green Green

Central Park was in one word GREEN. Trees, trees, and did I mention trees? The places is again, HUGE!!! This time, I really mean it. Situated in the middle of The City (also known as Manhattan), it takes up a lot of space. It took us forever walking around just to find the freaking fountain that is shown on the cover of dear Brad Mehldau's album. It's funny because when we finally get there, I find out that this was the place they shot a scene from Mr. Deeds (which only happens to be my siblings favorite movie). We were there!!!

On our search to find the fountain, we passed the place where they shot a scene from Maid in Manhattan. I was going to have my photo taken, but they closed the entire section because apparently, Nathan Lane was shooting a movie, The Prodcuers. I couldn't see him, and I didn't really care anyway.

at the bethesda fountain tree-hugger
at the bethesda fountain
sleeping at sheeps meadow pamy at the carrol st stop
sleeping at sheeps meadow
pamy at the carrol st stop
emma; only girl in the world


An open letter to Mr. Constantine Maroulis:

Just so you knew, Constantine, I fully planned on updating my journal just so that I could pay tribute to this great loss that has occurred on American Idol. Unfortunately, as America so stupidly voted for Scott Savol over you, Pamy and I were over the Pacific Ocean and were stuck with such movies as, Spanglish (which I had slept through) and Lemony Snickett's a Series of Unfortunate Events (which was really really nice). And when we landed at the JFK Airport Terminal 1, and were preparing ourselves for the horror that we thought Immigrations might give us, we weren't really in a state of ease.

As we snaked through the long lines that would eventually lead us to the nicest ever Immigrations officer, who even managed to joke me on my "seriousness," we caught a brief glimpse of the words that changed our lives.

Constantine Out

This couldn't be. Our jaws dropped, and as I looked around me, foreigners remained in their state of anticipation, the Korean lady that cut the line was still being obnoxious, the hot European father and son were still talking in hushed tones. No one seemed to care.

But we cared. I didn't know what to do with myself and I know that Pamy didn't either. And yet, we could not show our grief, as we were still unsure of the fate of our long planned vacation.

So instead of being able to dwell on your loss, and our plan to eliminate Mr. Savol, we had to concentrate on remembering what we had to do at Immigrations.

Therefore, let this be my tribute, to you, Mr. Maroulis. You were really our favorite Idol. The smoldering looks you gave the camera always gave me the creeps, but my sister enjoyed it thoroughly. I honestly thought you were going to win. And trust me, you are one of the talented ones left. Cough **SCOTT** Cough.

On behalf of all the residents of 4th Place, Carrol Gardens, Brooklyn, New York (where we are currently staying and where you are from), we knew you were the best. You will definitely go places.

speaking of going places, why don't you come and drop by your hometown while we're here. We're very accomodating.
emma; only girl in the world

Summer Lovin # 06

When they say East Coast Cool, they mean it. There are so many hot guys over here, that every day, as I step out of the gate to take the F Train to get into The City -- better known as Manhattan -- I would have passed at least a bunch of hot guys. And these, aren't your average joes, these guys look good.

Unfortunately, seeing guys on the subway, or in the city, or in the street, means that I can't exactly go online and download pictures of them to stare at. And the probability of seeing them more than once, is next to nil. So what do I do? It's time to become part of the paparazzi. And I'm pretty good at it too. Other than my flight attendant uh-oh experience, everything has been smooth sailing.

Still, I had to limit it to three, so here goes my top three.

  • Mr. Omelette
    How can I forget him? We were on a flight together and on the same row, except that the only times I'd see him were when he came over to offer me food or drinks? And this guys, is a flirt! While we waited for our plane to board, he was really hamming it up with all the other stewardesses. But if you're drawn to the Oriental thing, then Mr. Omelette is for you. As he bent down to offer me Omelette or Fruit, I almost died. And as we left him at the door of the plane (he gave us some sort of goodbye gesture in Korean), I really wanted to get back in the plane just to talk to him a bit. Obviously, I didn't. But that plane ride from Manila to Seoul wouldn't have been complete without my Mr. Omelette.

  • Teriyaki Boy
    Apparently, everything in New York is expensive. Everything. And they add tax to everything too. This is why we eat cheap. And on our first day here, we landed at the Teriyaki Boy branch along Gramercy (where Julia Roberts lives). And inside this Japanese restaurant is an all-Latino crew including the scorching dude at the counter. As I contemplated on whether I was going to get the California maki or the other one, his chocolate brown eyes and tan complexion was distracting me from making a decision. Our spot in the restaurant was prime too, as it had a clear view of the counter. Anytime anyone's craving for some sushi, head over to the Teriyaki Boy in Gramercy and you'll have an eyeful and your stomach will be full too.

  • Mr. Chips
    The only guy I saw more than once -- and hopefully more. Staying in Brooklyn means having to ride the F Train to get into the city. I don't mind the subway at all, because it's really very convenient. One day, on the way home, Tito Eduardo and I spot at hottie near the door. And this guy, is so fine, even the other passengers are looking at him. One girl, even dares to offer him chips (thus the nickname). He takes one graciously, and seeing this as a window of opportunity, Ms Agressive tries desperately to spark a conversation. I guess Mr. Chips got a little freaked and moved to the other side of the subway car.

    I thought that was the last time I'd see him, but apparently, he got off at the Carroll St station too!!! He lives near us! This was wonderful. During the street fair yesterday, I caught him walking around in shorts and a hoodie, drinking some sort of juice, and I had to take my picture. Like an amateur paparazzi, I took a shot. I must say, he looked like a cross between Joseph Fienes and Andy Roddick. Now, everytime I get out of the house, I make sure I have a smile on my face, because I'll never know if Mr. Chips comes walking by. And like any other person here, I might even greet him with a, "How are you doing?"

    oh yeah