Back in the Tuesday groove: shopping, a walk through the hood, and a Baloy Beach outing.
I took note of the fact that I’m now spending over a hundred bucks a week on candies and cookies. Yeah, that money could be spent in a more productive charitable fashion, but we’re filling our niche, and the smiles we get in return make it feel like a worthwhile cause. So, dispensing sweetness will continue unabated for the foreseeable future.
Back home, groceries unloaded, I set about my neighborhood stroll.
At the appropriate hour, we headed for the beach.
We changed things up a bit and went to DaKudos after departing the floating bar. An acquaintance of mine, Norman, is working there and asked us to pay him a visit. So, promise kept. There was a time when DaKudos was a popular spot on Baloy. The new owner set about changing that and had a great deal of success. There used to be pool league teams, horseshoe tourneys, Zumba dancing, and Hash On-Homes there. The owner put a stop to all those. Last night, Norman was the bartender and only waiter. So, the only other customers during our visit (a large table of Filipinos) were not getting the kind of service I would expect, through no fault of Norman’s. There is only so much two hands can handle. Back when Mango’s owned DaKudos, we enjoyed the pork chop dinner, so we tried it again last night.
We stopped by Treasure Island after our meal, mostly because we’ve been bringing cookies and lollipops for the worker bees there, and I figured they’d be expecting to see us. I was right about that! I recognized some new faces at TI. Owner Bert recently purchased Sloppy Joe’s bar, and while it completes renovation, he brought the staff members he’s retaining to work at TI in the interim. One of the gals informed me that June 6 is D-Day (sorry, couldn’t resist), that Sloppy’s will reopen.
The trike dropped me off at home around 8 p.m., and Swan continued on to visit a friend celebrating her birthday (Marissa’s twin sister). I was sound asleep by the time she returned. And that’s how the weakest day of my week, Tuesday, went down. Yeah, if that’s the worst, I’m doing pretty damn good!
Tuesday’s report card: 13,533 steps, 10.41 kilometers, 3,345 calories burned.
There was a time when playing darts was my main passion and a big part of my life. This post from March 2009 recounts my performance in a big tournament with the Seoul International Dart League. Even though I’ve retired from the game, it was nice to look back on this aspect of the story of my life.
Facebook memories from this date in my history:
Eleven years ago, I shared a link to this post on Facebook (something I no longer do). Anyway, it’s a bird’s-eye view of some cultural aspects of life in Seoul, as seen from my apartment balcony.
Today’s YouTube video features Reekay talking about self-healing and past forgetting. Those are things that each individual must accomplish on their own. Simply leaving it all behind and moving to the PI won’t get you there. I can relate. Truth be told, my wounds didn’t (and haven’t) healed through the miracle of beautiful surroundings and kind-hearted people. That said, when I look back at what was, I see the happiness I missed by not embracing my blessings and failing to live in the moment and appreciate them. These days, I often take a step back, look around me, and think, damn, I’m a lucky SOB. The past is history, the future a mystery, and today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.
That Zen thing I’ve been doing:
He Who Laughs Last, Thinks Slowest.
And the humor attempts:
That’s it for today’s dose of LTG.
re: the fall of DaKudos
I’ve never understood or liked that name but whatever. Sorry to hear about the pork chops. And about the drop in quality of everything else.
Tuesday’s report card: 13,533 steps, 10.41 kilometers, 3,345 calories burned.
Well, congratulations.
Oh well, maybe in the do-over I’m hoping for.
The do-over’s only worth it if you can keep the wisdom you’ve acquired in this life. Otherwise, it’s little different from Hindu reincarnation, where you can’t see and benefit from your past lives until you achieve enlightenment, which requires releasing yourself from your attachments and seeing the world truly. Metaphysics aside, if you could distill your life-wisdom into ten commandments, what would those commandments be? And whom would you pass them down to?
Eleven years ago, I shared a link to this post on Facebook (something I no longer do).
Is Facebook really worth the time? I haven’t been on since 2010, when Mom died.
The past is history, the future a mystery, and today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.
A famous saying that got codified in Kung Fu Panda.
re: Reekay video
The man speaks truth. So what person are you going to learn from?
I drink Zero! Everyday.
D’oh! So close to the end! Spot the error! And why is it an error?
It’s weird when you think like in 50 years time most of us will be dead, and the Internet will be filled with dormant social media accounts of all these dead people. Your Twitter account, with its plethora of defunct links to Brazilian fart porn. Your Facebook profile, last post was a cat meme from the 17th of April, 2041. 800 friends, all dead. Ghosts on a ghost’s friend list.
Going through people’s social media history, following their triumphs and tragedies, it’s like you’re treading carefully through a mausoleum, each post and comment a digital relic of the past. Then you get to the end of the tour and…that’s it. It just ends. No epilogue. Whatever happened to them?
Nice to hear from you again, Thompson. Yep, In a weird way, social media gives us eternal life. Although my blog will die when I’m not around to pay the hosting fees for the server and domain. I’m pretty sure I won’t care at that point.
Kev, I agree that DaKudos is one of the worst names ever. The new owner is calling it “Fox’s Beach Resort,” but most of the signage hasn’t been changed yet.
Yes, my dream of a “do-over” eternal life is based on taking my lessons learned back with me. No point in repeating the same mistakes; I want to find new ways to fuck up. The main attraction is to answer the “what if” questions had I taken a different path at the crossroads of my life. I haven’t really thought through what my ten commandments might be. Let me think about it and get back to you.
I’m not a Facebook fanatic; it’s more a tool I use than anything else. I upload photos from my phone to FB, then download them on my laptop for posting on the blog. FB has some entertainment value, like when I post memes that drive the lefties crazy or, should I say, expose their insanity. And it’s okay for seeing what other people I know are up to. The messenger app also comes in handy.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kung Fu Panda before; it’s nice to know where those words of wisdom come from. I also use them as a joke: Forget the past; it is history. Forget the future; it’s a mystery. And forget the present, I didn’t get you one.
I’ve already forgotten more than I ever knew. And new tricks don’t come easy for this old dog. I’m just going to try and focus on the moment and appreciate it for what it is. I missed out on a lot of happiness by failing to do so throughout my life.
“I drink Zero! Everyday.” I added that “Everyday” on a whim just before publishing the post. I’d write it as every day next time. But I suspect there is something else I’m missing. When it comes to writing, I’m good at being a bad example!
everyday (one word) = normal, ordinary, average
every day (two words) = daily
“Everyday” is an adjective: an everyday ritual, an everyday occurrence
“Every day” is an adverb of frequency: I brush my teeth every day. She does her morning workout every day.
Kev, In a way then, given the context of the joke, “How often do you drink beer? I drink Zero.” Everyday can be appropriate usage. Granted, my intent was every day, but still…
Oho, nice try, but no. Replace “everyday” with “ordinary.”
I drink Zero! Ordinary.
Does that work? It does not. You’d have to say “Ordinarily,” which is an adverb, and of the two expressions, every day and everyday, “every day” is the adverbial expression, not “everyday.”
True, I can see an actor changing his line delivery to make the above work, but that’s really pushing it, and “ordinary” would no longer be faithful to your intended meaning.