Still a Garcia.

Just because you get hitched doesnt mean you have to change too much.  Sure, there are new grown up things to deal with like changing my benefits (wha-at? I actually have to look at the spouse section now?) and thank you cards ... but I'm still a workaholic and I still enjoy throwing myself into random hobbies and trying to balance and heal my body.

In the span of a few days I went from this 

To this 

And now a bunch of late nights like this

(Beautifully bizarre and intricate desktop wallpaper = art by Robert Steven Connett.)

This weekend will be my first real weekend in a while!  I've already taken Hachi to the dog park and then I'm going to hit up a barre class.  My current physical elixir consists of Ashtanga yoga and barre (dance is leaking slowly back into my life) with a touch of Iyengar yoga.  

In December I am excited to try 5 days of Soylent with my coworker friends.  Soylent was invented by an engineer who was tired of the time it takes to meal prep and find food in general.  This liquid supposed to be quite nutrionally complete and it's vegan!    I still can't quite believe that my carnivorous guy friends at work initiated this.  The workaholic side of me is excited about the 2-3 hours that will be freed up in each day since I won't have to meal prep or eat out anymore.  Or even grocery shop.  

I have noticed that since I've started Ashtanga, my appetite is different.  I no longer get too "hangry" even when I'm hungry.  From reading the blogs and discussion boards, it sounds like the Soylent converts rave about similar things I experienced when I went vegan:

-tons of energy

-feeling "lighter and cleaner"

-consistent mental clarity and a stable generally happy mood

-less digestive issues

-don't need as much sleep, but when sleep arrives, it is solid and deep

If Soylent improves these even further for me than I'm not sure I'll know what to do with myself!

Mind Farts

-is it weird that i have a strange mini-satisfaction that the world is paying attention to Trudeau's looks? it's like society is saying "Ha! See? Gender equality! We judge *both* men and women superficially!"

-i realized how ferociously proud i am of my parents and my immigrant culture when my mother sang for me at the wedding and when my father surprised me with a beautiful and eloquent speech at the reception (coming from an introvert who hates attention, i know it took a lot for him to go up there - and he rocked it).  and they were so graceful and wonderful with the guests on both sides.  this has caused me to cling to my last name even more 

-felt so very loved and appreciated when we opened the wedding gifts.  our family and friends were extremely generous (even ones who couldn't make it to the wedding).  thank you cards are definitely in order!

-met a bunch of my new extended family at the wedding and also at a recent funeral. it's true - reunions happen mainly during weddings and funerals.  R.I.P. Uncle Jim.  you were a very intelligent yet simple and modest man

Wanted: Some Compassion.

Rawwrr.  Animal Safari Stagette was a success.  No real animals were harmed during this bachelorette party.  Just humans (a bit of abdominal soreness due to the trampoline portion in the daytime).  I am one lucky lady to have beautiful inside-out people that poured so much love and planning into this :)

Edmonton's second Diner En Blanc was also a success.  I liked it even more than the first one!  Churchill Square was invaded by a lot of elegance dressed in white.  If I go next year, I am definitely buying a white dolly to cart stuff around in.  We did potluck style this year which was a fantastic idea, because the food was so much better this time around.  My group happened to have some fantastic cooks who came up with a lot of vegan-friendly dishes (I did an easy chana masala with brown rice).  

Vegan frickin heaven.  

Yeah, September's been busy!

I've missed a couple of deadlines at work because I'm not working as much overtime, but I am trying to have more of a life these days.  I was mortified to return a measly total of two library books - one unfinished - after TWO renewals.  That's a big shame for someone who likes to inhale books.  Definitely a sign of not making enough time to stop and smell the roses (in this case smell the lovely musty books).

There are more important things in the world happening right now anyway ... like the refugee crisis and the election.  I came across the picture of Aylan Kurdi's body washed up on the beach.  I didn't mean to - I am torn about the media displaying dead bodies because of the loss of dignity. In this case though, at least it spurred a movement to help.  I see things like this and it just boggles my mind that people have no inclination to help.  I overheard a conversation in my office between two guys and they were very vocal about rejecting the thought of helping the Syrian refugees, dismissing them as an inconvenience.  I had to walk away or else I might have made fun of them leading their cold little isolated lives, worrying about nothing but themselves.  Go ahead and enjoy your nice warm homes and your savings and first world problems like wanting even bigger raises and wanting to pay lower taxes.  At least you have salaries and homes, mofos.

These are smart guys, but the lack of empathy bothers me.  I keep noticing it!  Many things seem to boil down to a lack of empathy in this world.  So much brilliant science and tech but we are still in the dark ages of empathy.  Maybe the engineering world is just like that and I should know better.  Maybe it's the veganism ... maybe it's me getting older ... maybe it's even the yoga.  I think a big part of it is identifying with immigrants/refugees.  Do people actually think these desperate souls *wanted* to be uprooted from their homes and lives?  Why else would a loving parent put his or her child on a flimsy boat in dangerous waters?  Because there is nothing left to lose.  It might be more challenging to open our doors to foreigners, but that's what this country was built on.  Challenge and opportunity come hand in hand.  

It's not just the lack of compassion for those suffering and in despair.  I find even a lack of empathy in simple everyday things.  A smart experienced engineer will end up being a pain in the ass to work because he is caught up in his own questioning of any way other than his own. To the point where things don't get done efficiently because he just can't seem to see the big picture and cooperate with the rest of the team.  Or even communicate properly.  Sure, he can elaborate for hours about his own designs but just has zero capability to listen to anyone else.  Quite painful.  Also one of the contributors to my missed deadlines.

Dude how self-absorbed can you be?  JUST PUT YOURSELF IN OTHER PEOPLE'S SHOES SO YOU CAN PICTURE THE PROJECT GETTING EXECUTED PROPERLY AND ON TIME.  No one really cares about your million and one other ways of doing the same thing.  

Rant over.  Ha! My silly little first world problem.  A good number of my coworkers are actually reasonable and some are even good listeners, especially the younger ones (maybe they're not so set in their ways).  

I may be a decent listener but I sure am terrible at going to bed.  Fail.  

Because Vegan.

Oy.  Sore.  I'm getting back into kettlebell training again and trying to see if it will mesh well with yoga.  So far so good!

This morning I saw something on my Instagram feed that pretty much sums up how I feel about eating animals.  For me at first, plant-based eating was about not wanting to get food poisoning from chicken ever again.  I evolved from pescatarian to vegetarian and just naturally on my own stopped craving eggs and dairy.   I kept reading about veganism and learning from vocal prominent vegans and there was no turning back. 

Anyway, this is what I saw this morning:

To those (men especially) who worry about losing muscle mass and becoming "wimpy,"  I've been seeing just the contrary as I explore more and more about veganism. My Instagram feed displays male calisthenics experts and bodybuilders of every race who are vegan and look absolutely amazing on the daily. 

Even John Robbins - the guy who came up with the above quote - looks fantastic in his mid 60's.   He turned away from his role as heir to the Baskin-Robbins ice cream empire to become an author and animal rights and nutrition activist :)

I like this path :)

Ok, I just had to get that out of my system - back to the grind! 

Strong Ankles and Good Beats :)

I just saw Straight Outta Compton :) It was grrrreat! (c) Tony the Tiger.  I just want to keep bobbing my head.  Acting was awesome and I loved learning about the story behind NWA. I didn't listen to NWA too much - I was still a kid and the lyrics were pretty hard.  After watching their story, now I know *why* the lyrics were so violent and angry. The timing is pretty perfect - these days, police-on-black-people violence in America is horrifying.

Although I didn't listen to NWA much, I did love Dre and Snoop and Pac when I was in high school/university, so there were mega flashbacks for me during the movie :) I'll have to add some of these beats to the wedding playlist! 

Speaking of which, I had bachelorette party número uno in Vegas. It was pretty much all I wanted and more :) A grand total of 16 Canadian females and good amounts of wild and crazy.  I still swear the hotels and clubs pump extra oxygen into the air. I was running on maybe four hours of sleep a night and still couldn't get sleepy.  Once I got into the shuttle to go back to the airport though, BAM!!! Asleep.

Annnd lucky me - I get to have a second one in town! A harem of amazing friends is organizing one for me because most of them couldn't make the Vegas one :)  Number two will be at the end of this month.  

Other than wedding stuff, I've been working a lot (definitely considering myself fortunate to be busy at work right now with the current low oil prices) and getting more and more into yoga. I even ended my gym membership! I went to my wedding dress fitting and the dress was actually too big - I was shocked.  When I bought it, it was borderline tight and I was sure I would have to get the dress loosened (especially after all the good food and booze in Vegas).  

And this past Friday I was able to reach around my back and grab my toes for Arda Baddha Paschimottanasana for the first time - left and right side! My face is still far from my shin and my bent knee is still far from the ground, but that reach around flexibility is definitely progress :)

I love that yoga is just you vs. yourself. You push yourself but on your own terms. On your own time. Got a mat? Got a little space? An hour to spare? You're good to go!  Plus the culture of compassion is vegan-friendly and Angel-friendly. 

Mind Farts

-I fell, no "slid" down a waterfall in the Okanagan for the first time in my life. Without panicking.  Was totally Zen. Thanks yoga.  My maids of honour were so confused at my peaceful and happy expression. Like I was on a waterslide and not a slippery mossy waterfall 

-I was working overtime this weekend and laughing to myself while streaming Trevor Noah.. His accents are fantastic and so are his wit and intelligence :) Good pick, Daily Show!

-I learned the hard way not to eat less than three hours before Ashtanga class. Those twists really *are* made for digestion and I ended up having to run away to the washroom for a bit - whoops

-My ankle survived a long weekend in heels in Vegas! This is such a good sign and I'm so relieved :) I kind of want to thank yoga for this too. But it could also be time and rest (I haven't salsa danced in almost a year)

Lineage.

If you are fortunate, you will go on a trip that will amaze you and change you.  This past trip to the Philippines did just that.

The reason I went was a tragic one, but it was healing to be there.  My grandma's wake was my first Filipino wake and I have to say that I much prefer Filipino wakes to North American ones, especially if it is the loss of a dearly loved family member.  A North American one is too short - it is usually one extremely sad day of saying goodbye, with the burial usually right afterwards.

When my grandpa on my mother's side passed away, I wasn't able to go.  His wake went on for 8 days at his house.  There were many visitors and a lot of food.  His body was never alone.  

My grandma (dad's side) passed away on a Thursday.  I booked a flight for Saturday and landed in the Philippines on Sunday evening.  I still got to see my grandma for the days until her burial on Wednesday. Of course at first when my parents and I encountered her coffin, the grief was overwhelming.  

But the titos and titas were there.  Her good friends were there.  My cousins were there.  There was plenty of conversation and food (you know how Filipinos roll).  Blood is indeed thick - I felt at ease and comforted instantly by these relatives who I am half a world away from 99% of the time.  I eventually accepted that my grandma's body was there with us, so that we could celebrate her life and say goodbye in the next few days.  One of my uncles even slept at the funeral home.  My grandma was never alone.  And she looked so pretty and peaceful in the coffin - like she was simply asleep.

Last but not least, there were beautiful pictures of my grandma.  This, combined with the conversations, enlightened me with much about my grandma's life.  When I was growing up, Nanay Carmen was a gentle presence in my life.  Her laugh was gentle and even her scolding was gentle.  Her faith in the Roman Catholic church was an unwavering behemoth though, and we all never doubted it, not even once.  So to me, she was always a sweet, elegant lady who always went to church.  

After this trip, I now realize that Nanay Carmen was gentle but she was resourceful and tough too.  Her life was not easy.  She had to raise ten kids on her own without much support, or a career (as a woman in her 30's I cannot even begin to fathom that).  

In her late forties, she was determined to go back to school and get her degree. And she did, despite being a single mom of ten.  Her graduation picture was at the wake, right beside a more recent picture of her in her 90's (see how lovely she stayed?):

I also saw for the very first time pictures of Nanay Carmen as a little girl!  This was my favourite:

I learned that religious devotion ran in her father's bloodline, which produced numerous priests.  

I learned that she willingly wanted to be raised in the convent when she was older (I always assumed she was hidden there like other Filipinas to spare them from Japanese soldier rapists during the war).  She was already devoted to the Catholic faith at an age when most well-to-do young women are thinking of fashion and boys.

It was a nun from that convent that introduced my Nanay Carmen to her future husband, Rafael.  

Here is where my mind gets blown away.  

Let's fast forward past beautiful scenery, heat, many relatives, delicious food ... and even sad Third World reminders like begging children and caged dogs ... 

At the funeral, I met Lola Lita and her daughter, who were kind enough to invite me to Lola Lita's house in Dagupan and also take me out to dinner and tell me stories and show me pictures of my Garcia lineage.  Lola Lita is the baby sister of my late grandpa (Rafael).  I ended up seeing a picture of the very nun who introduced my Nanay Carmen to Rafael at Lola Lita's house:

The nun is the lady to the right of the matriarch.  That matriarch in the center, that lady with the white hair, is the nun's mother.  The man to the left of the matriarch is her son, who is my great-great grandpa.  Yup, that matriarch is my great-great-great grandmother!  I can't get over the precious gift of seeing a picture like this.     

The icing on the cake?  The man to the left of the matriarch married a Mercado (my great-great grandma) who was FRIGGIN RELATED TO JOSE RIZAL - NATIONAL HERO OF THE PHILIPPINES. 

AND I JUST READ HIS BOOKS LAST YEAR.  To find out I am linked to this man - a doctor who was shot for writing novels that moved the Filipinos against their Spaniard colonizers - is overwhelmingly incredible.

Closer to me on the family tree are my grandpa's brothers, one of whom was assasinated for writing articles that exposed corruption.  One played the violin.  Lola Lita played the piano.  Doctors, writers, musicians.  Lola Lita's daughter still competes in ballroom and she is probably at least in her mid-50's (and doesn't look it at all).  

I remember visiting my grandpa in Vermont before he died, while he was sick.  A lightbulb went off in my head when I saw his beautiful library, where books were organized by section.  Books and books and books!  I realize now that I can't help but be a bookworm and I can't help urges to write ... it's in the blood :)  

I also got to spend a bit of time with my mom's younger brother's family and visit my grandpa's grave.  My mom's side is full of music in the form of self-taught musicians and singers.  I discovered on this trip that mom even taught herself (and my tito, her younger brother) to play guitar.  It was great to sit in my tito's house and listen to him and my mom sing and play guitar.  If you go further back, my grandpa's siblings wrote and performed their own street plays.  

Here is my grandpa and his favourite and homemade banjo (which is currently kept at my tito's house):

It is bittersweet to look at pics like this.  I didn't get to know my grandpa (mom's side) as well as I should have - it was too dangerous to visit him in Mindanao when I was a kid - but I do have one faint childhood memory of him:  I remember sitting on his knee and him laughing and smiling.   If only I got to know him more and not just through mom's colourful childhood stories, which still make her teary-eyed.

My enjoyment of dance and performance and sometimes a-bit-too-carefree-attitude definitely comes from him :)  

I should get to bed ... I could think about this and look at pictures for hours, just wondering about which bits and pieces of these amazing people have carried on in me.  

Rest in Peace lolos and lolas, great lolos and great lolas, great-great lolos and great-great lolas ...

Thanks for making me me.

Well Hello Again Makati.

My uncle was kind enough to book us a hotel room with a nice view of Makati:

I had fresh fruits for breakfast (mmm ... mango) and I feel pretty well-rested.  Not feeling jet lagged at all!  It helps that I am comatose on planes.  

Landing in the Manila airport was a better experience than ten years ago.  I was able to refuse help and insist on taking my luggage by myself.  A decade ago I was like a deer in headlights as luggage handlers fought and even punched each other to carry my luggage.  

There was a SUPER SNOTTY woman though.  Not to me, but to the poor customs guy.  She thought she was too good to fill out her customs form (even though the flight attendants on the plane re-iterated numerous times that we had to fill out our customs forms which were handed out to us) and became extremely rude when he told her to fill one out.  She must've thought that as a Filipina with a different passport (she was in the "foreign passport" line up with me) she was entitled to do whatever the hell she wanted.  I saw the form she gave him at the end and it was still only half-assed filled out.  He was nice enough to say "please ma'am fill it out properly next time" and she walked away in a huff with her nose in the air.  This was one of those moments where it would've been nice to bypass the "respect-your-elders" rule. 

I guess she had some warped hierarchy in her head where she was above local Filipinos.  Ugh.  People like that are something else.  I would like to see her try and do that to a Canadian customs officer.

In an hour, one of my cousins will be picking us up to meet with everyone else. The circumstances are tragic, but I am excited to see everyone again and reminisce about Nanay Carmen.  It'll be interesting to see the traffic.  Last night when my uncle and aunt picked us up, the traffic was not too bad at all.  They said it was because everyone was in mourning over Pacquiao's loss to Mayweather.

A Squirt of Happy.

I'm currently at the Seattle airport en route to the Philippines (man, Seattle seems colder than Edmonton right now!).  

While I was still in the security line up at US customs in Edmonton, I had a squishy warm fuzzy happy moment of comfort.  There was a really sweet lady in front of me and she was taking longer than average to open her bag so I started to wonder.  She pulled out a 9 week old golden retriever puppy and I completely melted.  It was a little female named Violet and she curled up right under that lady's chin like a baby.  

I was obviously gushing over little Violet because the lady LET ME HOLD THE FLUFFY GOLDEN BUNDLE OF JOY ADFAD;FKJ;WLDJL;ADSKNVLKADSN  AND IT CURLED UP RIGHT INTO MY NECK LIKE A LITTLE BABY and I melted into smithereens.  

Just imagine this snuggling up under your chin (photo from till.com - I wanted to take a pic of Violet so bad but I'm fairly sure that's a no-no in US customs):

It's almost too much loveable cuteness to handle.  It was the best thing that's ever happened to me in security.  

Again, maybe I'm making something out of nothing but I would like to think that it was Nanay Carmen sending me a moment of comfort via her and my favourite form of four-legged fur baby.

Thanks Nanay :)  I love you too.