Last night I saw House of The Flying Daggers.
*Finally*
I've been curious about that movie and been wanting to see it, especially after Hero.
I dig Hero, though many people don't. I guess the thing is with these kind of movies, people are just not used to: 1. Reading subtitle while watching a movie and 2. They are not used to a very sad, depressing ending. If you love the endings of all Adam Sandler's movies (a.k.a. Hollywood ending), then these kind of movies are really going to make you leave the theater feeling like you need prozac.
I told my boyfriend: Gee, this is sadder than Romeo & Juliet. Shakespeare is nothing compared to this. Romeo & Juliet looks like comedy.
If Shakespeare knew about this story, he would've risen back to life & re-written some of his chapters. Maybe add another guy or something. You know... to twist things up.
I love this movie though.
There was such beautiful sadness in it. And though I don't admit it, my boyfriend said that I'm somewhat melancholic.
...
...
hah! Yea rite.
There was *AGAIN* some fighting scenes up on the bamboo trees, just like Crouching Tiger & Hidden Dragon. Everybody was swinging & jumping from tree to tree. They chopped off the bamboos to use as the weapon, it was pretty cool actually.
At this point, I remember my boyfriend said "Poor Pandas, if they chop all the bamboos, what would the pandas eat then? They only eat bamboos, you know?"
I looked at him.
Speechless.
I guess his discovery channel instinct suddenly surfaced.
Well anyway, if you are ready to get artfully depressed, go ahead and rent it.
I do think it'll be worthwhile.
Favorite line from the movie: "I sacrificed three years for you. How could you love him after three days? "
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Eight Hours That Feels Like a Week
You know when you feel like the day is sooo long & you wonder when it's going to be over.
And it's not.
And it keeps going and going.
Well, that my day at work today.
I don't like office politics and I always try my best to wiggle my way out of it.
I don't want to get involved.
Just let me do my job and go home.
Do you know that scene in a cartoon where everybody is in this big fist fight, that all you see is one big thick cloud?
Imagine me trying to crawl my way out of there & when I'm almost completely out, a hand grabs me and yanks me back in.
Yup.
That's my day today.
Thank God it's Friday tomorrow.
And I'm seriously considering taking out my pics from the blog, so maybe I can bitch more about this topic.
Yeah...
Maybe...
But, who would want to talk about work all the time, right?
Nah... I'll just find other things to talk about here. Something non-work related.
Like my apartment building which apparently is full of grandmas.
Uhm,... I'll talk about that in my next posting.
Right now I just need some sleep.
And it's not.
And it keeps going and going.
Well, that my day at work today.
I don't like office politics and I always try my best to wiggle my way out of it.
I don't want to get involved.
Just let me do my job and go home.
Do you know that scene in a cartoon where everybody is in this big fist fight, that all you see is one big thick cloud?
Imagine me trying to crawl my way out of there & when I'm almost completely out, a hand grabs me and yanks me back in.
Yup.
That's my day today.
Thank God it's Friday tomorrow.
And I'm seriously considering taking out my pics from the blog, so maybe I can bitch more about this topic.
Yeah...
Maybe...
But, who would want to talk about work all the time, right?
Nah... I'll just find other things to talk about here. Something non-work related.
Like my apartment building which apparently is full of grandmas.
Uhm,... I'll talk about that in my next posting.
Right now I just need some sleep.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Dove Curvy Models
Have you seen the latest Dove commercial?
Oh, wait, first of all you know Dove right?
Okay… now:
Dove’s concept for their latest campaign is real beauty using real women as their spokespersons. The six models or should I say the six ordinary/real people posed only with their undergarments showing off their figures & curves. Different colors, but definitely they share something in common: they are not thin. I won't say that any of them are thin, even if you would shoot me for that. I say their sizes are around 8-10, roughly. But they look confident and radiant.
Basically, they look great to me.
All our lives, especially females, the propaganda of what is pretty or good or fits the standards have always haunted, indoctrinate or should I say intoxicate our minds. We go by the book and always try to follow the rules.
For Asian, living in Asia, you should be thin & have long hair, sleek and straight, just like satin, the straighter the better. And you have to be white, the fairer the better. If you're fat, you'll find hard time trying to buy yourself clothes.
And here, in the US, many go for blond hair, tanned skin & big boobs.
Going back to the Dove spokespersons, I tried to look at them, closely, but I don’t have more close-up images. They, like I said before, look great. And to be honest with you, I think they are not fat enough.
All of them might fit into one size of clothing, say size 8 or 10, well, around that size.
Now, what about those who has size 16 or maybe size 4.
If Dove is saying that they are celebrating real beauty, then why aren’t there models with a size 2 or 4 and a size 16 or 18 among them?
Many of us struggle to lose weight. And maybe not much of us, but there’s still a number of us who struggle to gain weight. I once read in a beauty magazine a woman’s effort to gain weight because she has no figure at all. No curves and she’s sick and tired of people thinking that she might have an eating disorder disease. I’m quoting her when she said she looks like a walking stick.
I think Dove is missing the point here. And many of you might not agree with me. But be it.
I need to see more walking sticks and fatter spokespersons along with those ladies up there.
And to be honest with you, I think all of them are pretty, they might not be thin, but they are very nice to look at. Hm,… why aren’t there a single ugly person there? Someone ugly but carry a huge smile and friendly eyes for example? Shouldn't that also be considered real beauty?
As for me and the typical Asian beauty, I refuse to join the stereotype. Let my wavy hair has its way, and my skin touched by sun. And I’m not growing my hair long & put straightening chemicals on it & sit for hours at a salon. I don’t have time for all of that.
Oh, wait, first of all you know Dove right?
Okay… now:
Dove’s concept for their latest campaign is real beauty using real women as their spokespersons. The six models or should I say the six ordinary/real people posed only with their undergarments showing off their figures & curves. Different colors, but definitely they share something in common: they are not thin. I won't say that any of them are thin, even if you would shoot me for that. I say their sizes are around 8-10, roughly. But they look confident and radiant.
Basically, they look great to me.
All our lives, especially females, the propaganda of what is pretty or good or fits the standards have always haunted, indoctrinate or should I say intoxicate our minds. We go by the book and always try to follow the rules.
For Asian, living in Asia, you should be thin & have long hair, sleek and straight, just like satin, the straighter the better. And you have to be white, the fairer the better. If you're fat, you'll find hard time trying to buy yourself clothes.
And here, in the US, many go for blond hair, tanned skin & big boobs.
Going back to the Dove spokespersons, I tried to look at them, closely, but I don’t have more close-up images. They, like I said before, look great. And to be honest with you, I think they are not fat enough.
All of them might fit into one size of clothing, say size 8 or 10, well, around that size.
Now, what about those who has size 16 or maybe size 4.
If Dove is saying that they are celebrating real beauty, then why aren’t there models with a size 2 or 4 and a size 16 or 18 among them?
Many of us struggle to lose weight. And maybe not much of us, but there’s still a number of us who struggle to gain weight. I once read in a beauty magazine a woman’s effort to gain weight because she has no figure at all. No curves and she’s sick and tired of people thinking that she might have an eating disorder disease. I’m quoting her when she said she looks like a walking stick.
I think Dove is missing the point here. And many of you might not agree with me. But be it.
I need to see more walking sticks and fatter spokespersons along with those ladies up there.
And to be honest with you, I think all of them are pretty, they might not be thin, but they are very nice to look at. Hm,… why aren’t there a single ugly person there? Someone ugly but carry a huge smile and friendly eyes for example? Shouldn't that also be considered real beauty?
As for me and the typical Asian beauty, I refuse to join the stereotype. Let my wavy hair has its way, and my skin touched by sun. And I’m not growing my hair long & put straightening chemicals on it & sit for hours at a salon. I don’t have time for all of that.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
What's your ideal job?
My cousin gave me this link to a funny job prediction site. All you have to do is enter your name and the site will tell you what profession is best for you.
If I enter my first name only, I am best being a heavyweight boxer. Hehe...
If I enter my full name, my ideal job is a porn star.
Hah...
Gross.
This site is very addictive.
Try it. And let me know what your ideal job is.
My boyfriend entered his surname and his ideal job is anything where he can kiss ass, while with his full name, he's a mermaid. You can't go funnier than that, except for this one time I entered a name & the answer is that you are God.
:)
If I enter my first name only, I am best being a heavyweight boxer. Hehe...
If I enter my full name, my ideal job is a porn star.
Hah...
Gross.
This site is very addictive.
Try it. And let me know what your ideal job is.
My boyfriend entered his surname and his ideal job is anything where he can kiss ass, while with his full name, he's a mermaid. You can't go funnier than that, except for this one time I entered a name & the answer is that you are God.
:)
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Baseball Season: Time To Get Heartbroken
I asked my boyfriend the other day, when will the baseball season end?
“Oh, Hunny, we still have a long way to go.”
I said to myself quietly. HHWWWHHAAATTTT???!!
D*** it!
You see, don’t get me wrong, people, all the baseball lovers out there. Stop your typing hands to make a snide comment on my blog.
Not just yet.
Maybe later you can & I just don’t care. But hear me out first.
I’ve been to Wrigley field, jumping up and down (sincerely) when the Cubs scored or better yet, made a home run.
I do think that I love them. I’m rooting for them. It’s hard not to. At first I pitied the under-dog label they’ve been having, but then like any other re-born fan, my faith in them grows.
Which is wrong.
So wrong.
I want them to win. I want them to get to the play-off. It’ll be so much fun to see them get to World Series final.
But it’s not happening, because they are the most ill-fated club in history. Especially this year when that hunk Prior got injured *again and again*. They used to sulk together with the also-ill-fated Red Sox fans, but I guess not anymore since the Red Sox counter-jinxed themselves by winning the World Series last year.
And so, for 6 months in a year, all the hopefuls Cubbies are waiting for the big break. And every year they got sweaty palms every time thay watch the game. And their favorite motto is "Maybe next year".
Is it worth it?
A good example is my boyfriend who's a die-hard fan of the Cubs. He's willing to drive the second car, with no air-conditioner, in about 90-100 F summer day just because his other car has radio reception problem & if he can't watch the game, he's got to listen to it.
Talk about au natural sauna.
Or my classmate who would have 'bathroom breaks' during class to sneak in to the computer & see the score, and had parties to celebrate the Cubs getting to play-off a couple of years ago. (which by the way, got defeated by the Marlins).
Or one person (whom I don't know of) who banged on the computer lab window to get my attention to ask for the score.
I know someone who would boo people on the street just because they were wearing Marlin hats.
Gee... do I really want to join the helpless-hopefull mass?
Hm,...
I don't think so.
One of us is more than enough to represent that.
And that won't be me.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Too Much Green
I guess I have not shared the news that I'm back to work.
My long vacation is over.
It's now officially time to slave myself again.
And the sad thing is that I am also officially a suburbanite.
My new apartment is actually nicer than the one in downtown (if it's at all possible), but it has little bugs, which I made flat everytime they dare to cross path with me.
I need to buy some bug spray.
And I see green much more than I care for.
I have not bought myself a car. Having an apartment too close to work (& and to fiance) might make me a liiittlleee too comfortable. But I'll buy one. And when the time comes, we will all have a good time trying to name the car.
BTW, talking about forms of transportations, my bus stop has spiders.
Spider... hm,... legs > 4
If you know my blog long enough, then you know my rule of thumb: Anything that has legs more than 4 and less than 2, then it's either disgusting or just plain scary.
For spider,... it's both.
We locked eyes the other day. Me and the spider.
And with the wonder of telepathy I told him to stand back... or my shoe will be located on top of his whole head & body in a split second.
He backed away.
I smiled.
I'm glad we can form some basic understanding.
Sigh...
Oh boy... it's gonna be tough.
It's gonna be boring & tough.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
City Love
I bare my windows wide open today and invite the city to come in.
A girl two stories down from me in the apartment across my windows as usual is working on her laptop. I quietly look at her & say my goodbye as I do this blog.
And the middle age guy who sits by the window (also working with a laptop) is somehow nowhere in sight. He might be having dinner with whom I suspect is the wife.
My two companions, not knowing each other, never exchanges smiles, but they never fails to give me the sense of stability.
My room is empty, as cheesy as it might sound, apparently as empty as my feeling.
I don’t know what I’m looking for anymore.
A city girl who’s trapped in the term ‘efficiency’ and moving to the suburb to get closer to work.
Am I ever going to go back to the city?
Having the privilege to walk to a grocery store at midnight wearing pajama, buy some beer and go to the roof top and wonder how far you can spit while the horse carriage passes by on its way home at old town area is priceless.
Will there be picnic at the lake shore again?
And will it feel the same? As a visitor rather than a resident.
Will I miss the fact that I can literally walk to the bars and clubs and go home totally wasted without having to worry to drive or have a designated driver. Yes, I will definitely miss that.
It's the end of an era. I feel crappy. I hate the way I'm handling this. I guess, I’m just being honest.
I’m a city mamacita.
2 AM, I swear I might propose
but we close the tab
split a cab
and call each other up when we get home
falling asleep to the sound
of sirens" - City Love, John Mayer
Monday, June 20, 2005
Answering my roommate's
My roommate told me to fill this up. So, here are the answers:
Bernard Pivot's 10 questions:
1. What is your favorite word? peace
2. What is your least favorite word? war
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? my fiance & my mom
4. What turns you off? arrogance
5. What is your favorite curse word? d**n it!
6. What sound or noise do you love? beach sound
7. What sound or noise do you hate? phone ringing continuously
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Almost any kind of enterpreneurship.
9. What profession would you not like to do? car salesman
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Welcome to the party, everybody you love can go up here too so you can always be together
Bernard Pivot's 10 questions:
1. What is your favorite word? peace
2. What is your least favorite word? war
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? my fiance & my mom
4. What turns you off? arrogance
5. What is your favorite curse word? d**n it!
6. What sound or noise do you love? beach sound
7. What sound or noise do you hate? phone ringing continuously
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Almost any kind of enterpreneurship.
9. What profession would you not like to do? car salesman
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Welcome to the party, everybody you love can go up here too so you can always be together
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Are we that mean?
Quote of the day:
I waited on the corner for my blind date.
When this girl walked by I said, "Are you Linda?"
She said "Are you Richard?"
I said "Yeah."
She said "I'm not Linda."
I waited on the corner for my blind date.
When this girl walked by I said, "Are you Linda?"
She said "Are you Richard?"
I said "Yeah."
She said "I'm not Linda."
Sunday, June 12, 2005
A King or a Fool?
Quote of the day:
"I thought I was the King of the Mountain. Apparently I'm just a Fool on the Hill"
Ah... aren't we all think that way?
"I thought I was the King of the Mountain. Apparently I'm just a Fool on the Hill"
Ah... aren't we all think that way?
Friday, June 10, 2005
Tom Curse!?!?
I'm cursed!
Since I posted my last blog below. I've seen Tom way too many times!
I turned the TV on the evening, flipped the channels.
There he is.
I went to have dinner with my roommate, came back, turn the MTV on, and...
There he is!
Lifetime Achievement Award? Is he really that old? Oh, Katie...
And when I thought I've had my portion for the day. There he is again! Carrying Dakota Fanning around and presented another award.
Then I called my boyfriend (fiancee... whichever), called my mom, chat with roommate. Then back to my sofa, flipped channels.
THERE HE IS AGAIN! MTV after award party.
I thought then I should avoid MTV for a few days.
So, I switched to NBC,...
Just to see him again on a gossip show.
Arrrgghh...
So, I switched to animal planet & went to bed.
I'm cursed.
Since I posted my last blog below. I've seen Tom way too many times!
I turned the TV on the evening, flipped the channels.
There he is.
I went to have dinner with my roommate, came back, turn the MTV on, and...
There he is!
Lifetime Achievement Award? Is he really that old? Oh, Katie...
And when I thought I've had my portion for the day. There he is again! Carrying Dakota Fanning around and presented another award.
Then I called my boyfriend (fiancee... whichever), called my mom, chat with roommate. Then back to my sofa, flipped channels.
THERE HE IS AGAIN! MTV after award party.
I thought then I should avoid MTV for a few days.
So, I switched to NBC,...
Just to see him again on a gossip show.
Arrrgghh...
So, I switched to animal planet & went to bed.
I'm cursed.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
More Tom? Anyone?
If you have tv or you have internet access to some famous sites like msn or yahoo, then you'd find out that Tom Cruise is dating (*drumroll*) Katie Holmes.
Uh huh, like I care.
If I see Tom one more time on the gossip segments, I'll just kill myself. Hm,.. nope I take it back, I predict then I will have to kill myself this evening, right after I turn the TV on.
I don't care about him nor hate him. I just wish I can see something else on TV in the evening rather than seeing news flash like "Tom and Katie left Rome".
Huh?
Tom's been acting weird. Escpecially on Oprah when he knelt on the floor over and over again stating that he's so into her. I kept thinking to myself when I watched that Oprah episode: He's lost it. I can't believe I once (on my adolesence era) thought that he's cool.
Coolness is something he's lacking at the moment.
It is stupid how a celebrity can't learn from Bennifer humongous disaster.
Remember Bennifer? Ben Affleck and J-Lo.
*Thanks to my roommate who pointed out how similar this is with the 'Bennifer begins'. I knew I saw this kind of thing somewhere before*
Nothing can blow out of proportion and be as messy as it was.
Well, celebs live in a such a big gigantic melrose place drama. Boy meets girl. Girl marries boy. Boy breaks up with Girl. Girl wants boy back. Boy is dating a sexy spanish girl. Girl dates hot sexy Jew-Black rocker and denies it. Boy breaks up again. Girl is single again. Boy meet young girl. Boy acts up stupid & silly. I bet girl is now thanking God that she's divorced from him.
Ah... what a drama.
Boy is such a drama-king.
I wish boy take a rest & let the world aims their cameras elsewhere.
Wishful thinking?
Sadly, I think so.
Uh huh, like I care.
If I see Tom one more time on the gossip segments, I'll just kill myself. Hm,.. nope I take it back, I predict then I will have to kill myself this evening, right after I turn the TV on.
I don't care about him nor hate him. I just wish I can see something else on TV in the evening rather than seeing news flash like "Tom and Katie left Rome".
Huh?
Tom's been acting weird. Escpecially on Oprah when he knelt on the floor over and over again stating that he's so into her. I kept thinking to myself when I watched that Oprah episode: He's lost it. I can't believe I once (on my adolesence era) thought that he's cool.
Coolness is something he's lacking at the moment.
It is stupid how a celebrity can't learn from Bennifer humongous disaster.
Remember Bennifer? Ben Affleck and J-Lo.
*Thanks to my roommate who pointed out how similar this is with the 'Bennifer begins'. I knew I saw this kind of thing somewhere before*
Nothing can blow out of proportion and be as messy as it was.
Well, celebs live in a such a big gigantic melrose place drama. Boy meets girl. Girl marries boy. Boy breaks up with Girl. Girl wants boy back. Boy is dating a sexy spanish girl. Girl dates hot sexy Jew-Black rocker and denies it. Boy breaks up again. Girl is single again. Boy meet young girl. Boy acts up stupid & silly. I bet girl is now thanking God that she's divorced from him.
Ah... what a drama.
Boy is such a drama-king.
I wish boy take a rest & let the world aims their cameras elsewhere.
Wishful thinking?
Sadly, I think so.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Too Old for MTV?
I don't know how many of you watch the inferno. Or if you even know the show at all. Though it’s not exactly a very, uhm, mind-stimulating, but once you know what’s going on, it’s hard not to see the next episode. There are 2 teams, the bad asses and the good guys. And I don't like the bad-asses. I don't like those girls in 'bad asses' team. They can really creep you out. They cat-fight all the time, stab people behind their back, ganging up against someone in the team. When they lose, they blame other team members. Yeah, so much for team spirit.
And the bad asses guys, there's this good looking guy, Abe. I have never seen someone who's more narcissistic. Narcism is such a turn-off. I like the gay guy from the bad-asses, though. Maybe he’s the only person I like.
All the beeping sound for a full half an hour is quite distracting. I sometimes wonder what the actual word that was being blocked out. And I did miss some of the essense of the fight and yelling. hehe... those kids are crazy.
I remember once a friend told me, if you watch MTV and find yourself shaking your head in disbelieve, then it’s a sign that you’re old. Well let's not talk about Viva La bam then. Because I can't stand watching that show for more than 3 minutes. Literally.
So,… I guess, I’ll brew my tea now, polish my cane, tighten-up my shawl, wear my thick glasses and get ready to cheer the good guys tonight.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
What's the best hangover cure?
Crappy crappy morning.
Baaad hangover.
It's two o'clock now?
Geez,... I need to find something to get rid of the headache.
I even searched the internet to find the best cure for hangover.
And apparently, banana, strawberies, honey, a pich of salt, milk and a bunch of other stuff blended together is the best cure.
Drinking bananas? Yuck.
I took a couple of aspirin though, which, come to think of it, didn't help much.
Anyway, I wonder about roommate's co-worker. She got twice as much booze as I did. May the force be with her today then.
And let's just apply the Vegas rule for last night; What happened in the club, stays in the club. And may I add: Hopefully, the cab last night is not one of those 'taxicab confessions' on HBO.
Amen.
Baaad hangover.
It's two o'clock now?
Geez,... I need to find something to get rid of the headache.
I even searched the internet to find the best cure for hangover.
And apparently, banana, strawberies, honey, a pich of salt, milk and a bunch of other stuff blended together is the best cure.
Drinking bananas? Yuck.
I took a couple of aspirin though, which, come to think of it, didn't help much.
Anyway, I wonder about roommate's co-worker. She got twice as much booze as I did. May the force be with her today then.
And let's just apply the Vegas rule for last night; What happened in the club, stays in the club. And may I add: Hopefully, the cab last night is not one of those 'taxicab confessions' on HBO.
Amen.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
So Much Time, So Little to Do.
Finally, a beautiful day outside.
But, noone to share it with.
I've done watching DVDs, cook, eat, took a nap.
And I still have half a day.
Ayayayay...
So much time... so little to do.
But, noone to share it with.
I've done watching DVDs, cook, eat, took a nap.
And I still have half a day.
Ayayayay...
So much time... so little to do.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Dedication for a Goat
I'm inspired!
I'm inspired to proclaim today as my vegetarian day.
Until I remember I ate the anchovy my mom sent me yesterday.
Then, correction: I'm inspired not to eat meat (except fish) starting now till the day ends.
I eat anything. It's bad. People always say how I should not worry about what I eat. I look fine without diet anyway.
But hey, skinny people get a heart attack too, you know.
*knock on wood*
Anyway, I stacked my fridge with veggies today (plus some mangoes).
I'm all set!
Wait... can I eat eggs?
I guess I can. Unless I have decided to make today as vegan day. Which I did not.
And so, let the veggie day begin.
The number one factor for me failing this veggie day is not the temptation to eat meat, because, believe me. I will succeed in restraining myself.
It's the absent-minded me who can just walk into the kitchen & pop something forbidden into my mouth, munch it and swallow it without even remember about my pledge of the day.
But I'll try.
I'll try it for a day. And depending on today, we'll see about tomorrow.
This veggie day is dedicated to a goat back home from 5 years ago, which was being sold on the sidewalk, waiting for its doom day.
I can never forget its face as I sat in the car, facing me so sadly.
I can't eat lamb ever since. I don't think I can ever will.
May your last moment be quick and painless.
I'm inspired to proclaim today as my vegetarian day.
Until I remember I ate the anchovy my mom sent me yesterday.
Then, correction: I'm inspired not to eat meat (except fish) starting now till the day ends.
I eat anything. It's bad. People always say how I should not worry about what I eat. I look fine without diet anyway.
But hey, skinny people get a heart attack too, you know.
*knock on wood*
Anyway, I stacked my fridge with veggies today (plus some mangoes).
I'm all set!
Wait... can I eat eggs?
I guess I can. Unless I have decided to make today as vegan day. Which I did not.
And so, let the veggie day begin.
The number one factor for me failing this veggie day is not the temptation to eat meat, because, believe me. I will succeed in restraining myself.
It's the absent-minded me who can just walk into the kitchen & pop something forbidden into my mouth, munch it and swallow it without even remember about my pledge of the day.
But I'll try.
I'll try it for a day. And depending on today, we'll see about tomorrow.
This veggie day is dedicated to a goat back home from 5 years ago, which was being sold on the sidewalk, waiting for its doom day.
I can never forget its face as I sat in the car, facing me so sadly.
I can't eat lamb ever since. I don't think I can ever will.
May your last moment be quick and painless.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Almost Engaged
I guess in a couple of days I'll be officially engaged.
Honestly, I almost forgot all about it, I mean that it's freakingly coming my way.
Hmpff... so soon?
I feel like it was yesterday that we had this discussion with my mom that we'll make it official next month.
Well, I guess I am not the bridezilla kind (Thank God!). Because people start asking me if I have tried out some bridal salons, found a good make-up artist, blah blah blah.
Hm.... yea... I guess. Just online.... don't feel like really going out and do it. Not yet.
I am more concerned about my plan to open a business with my boyfriend and he's been taking his time... way too slow. I think I'm just gonna do some calculation by myself. And just show it to him when I'm done.
Besides, it's like what they say: Behind every successful man, stand a nagging woman. I'll be the nagging woman. Nagging him to jack up his speed. (Hi honey! Are you reading this?).
Yesterday when my boyfriend was around, I looked at him (when he's not looking) and think of how straight his hair is. Mine is wavy. I thought about his skin tone, and then mine. His eyes, my eyes. His character, and mine. His choices of TV channels (such as: animal planet & discovery channel) and mine (MTV, E Entertainment and Oxigen).
Boy, I thought, opposites do attract.
I sat with him a couple of days ago, watching Discovery channel. We saw this documentary about humanzee . If you're wondering what it is and if you never heard of such thing, don't be discouraged! Your not alone.
That night I dreamed about it. Well, actually 'them' is the correct word. Lots and lots of chimps that night. Very scary, despite the fact that I do love animals.
Yep, I told him the next day I don't want to see more chimpanzee documentary and I set the channel to MTV. The Inferno was on. Cool! But after 10 minutes of swearing, lots of beeping sounds, the guys being topless, fighting, wrestling. He told me that this show is actually about chimpanzees too, then rested his case with a triumphant expression.
And going back to my being almost engaged.
I bet it'll be weird refering my boyfriend as my fiance starting this Wednesday.
I hope I won't stutter when such occasion occurs.
"Hey, meet my boyffhmpfffiiance"
Yes, definitely need some practice.
Honestly, I almost forgot all about it, I mean that it's freakingly coming my way.
Hmpff... so soon?
I feel like it was yesterday that we had this discussion with my mom that we'll make it official next month.
Well, I guess I am not the bridezilla kind (Thank God!). Because people start asking me if I have tried out some bridal salons, found a good make-up artist, blah blah blah.
Hm.... yea... I guess. Just online.... don't feel like really going out and do it. Not yet.
I am more concerned about my plan to open a business with my boyfriend and he's been taking his time... way too slow. I think I'm just gonna do some calculation by myself. And just show it to him when I'm done.
Besides, it's like what they say: Behind every successful man, stand a nagging woman. I'll be the nagging woman. Nagging him to jack up his speed. (Hi honey! Are you reading this?).
Yesterday when my boyfriend was around, I looked at him (when he's not looking) and think of how straight his hair is. Mine is wavy. I thought about his skin tone, and then mine. His eyes, my eyes. His character, and mine. His choices of TV channels (such as: animal planet & discovery channel) and mine (MTV, E Entertainment and Oxigen).
Boy, I thought, opposites do attract.
I sat with him a couple of days ago, watching Discovery channel. We saw this documentary about humanzee . If you're wondering what it is and if you never heard of such thing, don't be discouraged! Your not alone.
That night I dreamed about it. Well, actually 'them' is the correct word. Lots and lots of chimps that night. Very scary, despite the fact that I do love animals.
Yep, I told him the next day I don't want to see more chimpanzee documentary and I set the channel to MTV. The Inferno was on. Cool! But after 10 minutes of swearing, lots of beeping sounds, the guys being topless, fighting, wrestling. He told me that this show is actually about chimpanzees too, then rested his case with a triumphant expression.
And going back to my being almost engaged.
I bet it'll be weird refering my boyfriend as my fiance starting this Wednesday.
I hope I won't stutter when such occasion occurs.
"Hey, meet my boyffhmpfffiiance"
Yes, definitely need some practice.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
That's Hot
Okay now, I'm super bored today and find another thing to put on my blog. Read this Paris Hilton interview at CNN.
She's not my fave celebs at all, but try not to be a feminist and read it.
That's hot. (hahahaha.... just kidding. I just need to say her trademark. I just have to).
The interviewer asked her if she read blogs. And her answer was: "what's that?"
Also when asked if she read the tabloids, she said no. She just looked at the pictures to see if she's wearing something cute last week.
Hm,...
I think that's hot.
Hahaha... j/k.
I better stop here and find something else to do.
She's not my fave celebs at all, but try not to be a feminist and read it.
That's hot. (hahahaha.... just kidding. I just need to say her trademark. I just have to).
The interviewer asked her if she read blogs. And her answer was: "what's that?"
Also when asked if she read the tabloids, she said no. She just looked at the pictures to see if she's wearing something cute last week.
Hm,...
I think that's hot.
Hahaha... j/k.
I better stop here and find something else to do.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
My Man of Honor
I am amazed how long has it been since I came to the wake of my childhood friend. It's been 5 freaking years. I had never felt that abundant hatred towards anything ever in my life. Ever. I did not cry when my dad told me that morning that he got an early call from one of my friends, passing the news that my dear friend had passed away.
I sat there.
In my living room, not knowing how to feel. That part is a total blur for me, even until now.
Then I went to the funeral home and saw his parents there. And his mom broke down on my shoulder, muttering all sorts of random pieces of his last hours. His mom said he called my name. And I, despite the enormous regret of why then none of them called last night so I could come and have my last goodbye, just hugged her closer.
Then she said she knew that he always loved me. And I hugged her even tighter and told her that he's finally at peace. And we should be thankful that God had taken away his pain.
It's a weird sight. I should be the one who was weaker and crying. But I did not shed a single tear.
Then on my way back home, I'd finally been able to cry. There's just me and my dad. I totally bitched out how he betrayed me. He promised me that he'd survive from all the disgusting drugs he was consuming. The drugs that would made him stupid and slow and futureless. The drugs that were just bringing him down. When he tried to quit he would puked out blood, then there was blood in his feces. His pain was beyond words. He would disappear for a few months on rehab and called me after he's out. Then a few weeks later called me again and said he failed. Again.
The drugs had cost his family one big house for medication and rehab.
And stupid me just thought that death wouldn't be an option for him. My childhood best friend. He was the one ready to knock-out every guy ever made me cry (that's why I never gave out any addresses). He's the guy who loved me knowing that I would never ever love him back the same way.
He's the guy who, then, settled to be the best friend and be happy for me in whatever I do with any man I choose.
He's the one who once told me that I deserve the best in life. I deserve the best man there is on earth. I deserve all happiness from a very deserving man.
Well.... dearest friend, I found him. The man you were talking about. And we're getting engaged next month.
Had you survived, I would've asked you to be my man of honor.
If only, Dude...
I sat there.
In my living room, not knowing how to feel. That part is a total blur for me, even until now.
Then I went to the funeral home and saw his parents there. And his mom broke down on my shoulder, muttering all sorts of random pieces of his last hours. His mom said he called my name. And I, despite the enormous regret of why then none of them called last night so I could come and have my last goodbye, just hugged her closer.
Then she said she knew that he always loved me. And I hugged her even tighter and told her that he's finally at peace. And we should be thankful that God had taken away his pain.
It's a weird sight. I should be the one who was weaker and crying. But I did not shed a single tear.
Then on my way back home, I'd finally been able to cry. There's just me and my dad. I totally bitched out how he betrayed me. He promised me that he'd survive from all the disgusting drugs he was consuming. The drugs that would made him stupid and slow and futureless. The drugs that were just bringing him down. When he tried to quit he would puked out blood, then there was blood in his feces. His pain was beyond words. He would disappear for a few months on rehab and called me after he's out. Then a few weeks later called me again and said he failed. Again.
The drugs had cost his family one big house for medication and rehab.
And stupid me just thought that death wouldn't be an option for him. My childhood best friend. He was the one ready to knock-out every guy ever made me cry (that's why I never gave out any addresses). He's the guy who loved me knowing that I would never ever love him back the same way.
He's the guy who, then, settled to be the best friend and be happy for me in whatever I do with any man I choose.
He's the one who once told me that I deserve the best in life. I deserve the best man there is on earth. I deserve all happiness from a very deserving man.
Well.... dearest friend, I found him. The man you were talking about. And we're getting engaged next month.
Had you survived, I would've asked you to be my man of honor.
If only, Dude...
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Blue Ribboned Trees
Today, as the early days of my temporary unemployment, I woke up late. As late as 9:30 AM just to hear some noises outside the window, which kinda freaked me out because I live on the lucky number 13 & if it is not an eagle (or a herd of eagles) knocking & bumping their bodies at my windows, then I don't know what was.
Well, too bad, after I took a peek, it's the window washer working outside my windows. Too bad because if not then I can make a very interesting blog all about it.
Okay, moving on. Out of boredom, and my craving for Baja Fresh, I went to Michigan avenue(again...) and took some pictures of some very pretty blue ribbonned trees in front of an old church.
Little did I know at first that apparently those blue ribbons are representing all the children abused in Illinois state.
There are 27,510 child abuse cases in Illinois on 2004. And more than 8 thousands in cook county. The county where I live.
Think about that number.
Isn't that sad & heartbreaking?
I have 4 nephews, and it is beyond words how much I love them. Someone will have to step over my dead body to get their hands on them. And I can't imagine one's heart to be able to do such thing to children.
All I can wish is that next year, the number will decrease, the ribbons will be less. No matter how pretty the trees are, I rather have bald trees and super blue ones.
Well, too bad, after I took a peek, it's the window washer working outside my windows. Too bad because if not then I can make a very interesting blog all about it.
Okay, moving on. Out of boredom, and my craving for Baja Fresh, I went to Michigan avenue(again...) and took some pictures of some very pretty blue ribbonned trees in front of an old church.
Little did I know at first that apparently those blue ribbons are representing all the children abused in Illinois state.
There are 27,510 child abuse cases in Illinois on 2004. And more than 8 thousands in cook county. The county where I live.
Think about that number.
Isn't that sad & heartbreaking?
I have 4 nephews, and it is beyond words how much I love them. Someone will have to step over my dead body to get their hands on them. And I can't imagine one's heart to be able to do such thing to children.
All I can wish is that next year, the number will decrease, the ribbons will be less. No matter how pretty the trees are, I rather have bald trees and super blue ones.
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