a lot has happened in the past week, one can hardly imagine them. really, whoever who created the world and 'operating' it has either a wacky sense of humor... or the uncanniest imagination that is unprecedented and will always be. i mean, within a couple of weeks the oil price can go from sky high of about $150 per barrel in the summer to about $50-ish per barrel lately; the brush fires in So Cal at this time of the year when it should be raining burnt down hundreds of houses and properties, which were at one point somebody's everything but of which were now mere ashes floating aimlessly; i can go from borderline-depressed for not finding a job for almost two months to speechless and elated for getting one that was godsend etc etc. i could go on forever but then i'd never get to make my point.
see. now i forgot what i was going to say in the first place. -.-
oh yah. now i remember. yay to the unpredictables of life. one day i was mourning bout not having a job, the next day i got one. :)
anyway, its the season of the year again. turkey slaughtering, food-stuffing, etc etc. but i'm gonna have a great time this year :))) heheh because yours truly will be going to Blythe with royani, royani's queen of the desert and royani's indian maharani (for the record, i'm royani's imperial princess) for thanksgiving. this year has been a great year really, and i do have a lot of thanks to give, but what excites me every thanksgiving is the time i get to spend with the incredible friends i have. and guess what, we'll be driving up to Phoenix, AZ for Black Friday!! ;) cant wait cant wait cant wait!
alrighty gotta go! ciao~~
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
1 month, 28 days, 49 minutes and 12 seconds..
... was how long since I first started watching it, and got hooked ever since. It's what I look forward to lately, it's how I remember the days of the week.
For those of you who don't know, I'm talking about a TV show created by Bryan Fuller, called Pushing Daisies. This genius (and his team, of course) really knows how to sweep those of you who's looking for something different away from the daily mundane life into this cute little fantasy that makes your heart smile (in my case, melt). Now if you want to look at it from a logical point of view, most of the things wouldn't make any sense. You'd be frustrated with the show, to say the least, scrutinizing at every tiny absurdity that was intended to sprinkle some magical colors (and colorful magic) in some people's lives. But if you ask me, life is too short to take it too seriously. So just sit back and relax, let the show entertain you and make you smile. I guarantee you, by the end of the show, you'd feel giddy with love, warm and fuzzy, and leave you wanting more. (But if you don't feel all or some of that, I have only one diagnosis for you: a hopeless realist).
A brief summary of this ABC series:
It's a cute "forensic fairytale" that revolves around a piemaker called Ned, his childhood sweetheart Chuck, the principal investigator Emerson Cod, and the waitress at The Pie Hole (Ned's pieshop) named Olive Snook. Ned has a special gift, he can bring back the dead to life with just a touch, but the tricky part is that if he touches them the 2nd time, they'll be back to being dead, this time forever. Another crucial rule to this gift: keep them alive for more than 1 minute and someone else will have to die in its place. So the short version of the story is that Ned is helping Emerson the PI to solve crimes by using his "gift" to wake the dead up for clues. Chuck was the 1st dead he woke up, but he didn't want her to leave him, so he kept her alive. So now they have a relationship that doesn't allow touching. Olive loves Ned but he has eyes for Chuck only. So yeah that's the gist of it. There's a lot more of the cutesy little details that you will have to watch to find out. :)
Anyway, the reason why I'm writing this is that Pushing Daisies might be terminated for good because of poor ratings. Right now they're saying that Season 2 is gonna end with 13 episodes (tonight it's showing the 7th episode i think), and that Season 3 will start in the beginning of next year. It's still tentative though, so I'm hoping people out there who happens to read this--give it a try and watch it, maybe you'd like it as much as i do! Who knows, life is full of mysteries! ;)
When Darkness Falls
on wednesday (my Pushing Daisies night!!! i missed my pie-maker serving pies for this outing) i went out for dinner with my friend, and after that a christian movie titled 'Fireproof'. the acting wasn't that great, if you go by Hollywood standards; but its ordinariness in itself is great because i can totally see the scenes unraveling in front of my eyes on an ordinary day in my life - and it wouldn't have been any different from the movie. if so, who am i to judge that it's not as good, right?! after all, movies are merely stories retold by people who portrayed them stories the way they (the directors) pictured it.
but anyway, that's not what i wanted to say. after movie, my friend's friends, my friend, and i went for boba at Tea Station (Ten Ren's sister branch). someone made a comment about this author who wrote that - and i quote - "small groups are meant to die" (small groups are a group of people getting together typically once a week, to discuss issues related to their faith), to which the other person took it so seriously and reacted as if something foul has befallen him that he exclaimed, "how can small groups be meant to die??? if so, then what's the point of having it then???" and he repeated that 5 or 6 times, no joke. at that point, i was getting rather irritated by his unrelenting meant-to-be-rhetorical question. and don't get me started on the scowl on his face! for a split second, i had an urge to spring across the table and strangle him as my way of telling him to shut up. i felt like snapping back at him, "well we are all meant to die one day, one way or another, so then why don't you ask - what's the point of living then?!!! what are you even doing here??!!" instead, i held my tongue and entertained myself by imagining his reaction: him to have choked on his own tongue and pretend to need to use the restroom, or be sipping his hot tea so loudly he missed what i said and went "huh, what, i'm sorry?". he should be thankful i was having a terrible headache and that my feet was hurting from playing frisbee in the afternoon, because if it weren't for the distraction from the pain, i'd have spat out those words, i would. but i guess it's a good thing i didn't. or else i'd have one less friend, and perhaps potentially be blacklisted. sometimes having a sharp tongue isn't quite a blessing (though a lot of times i find myself wishing i had one hell of an astute mind that can defend myself in times of trouble).
the saddest tears sting the most. like how it'd sting when you rub your eyes with fingers that have tampered with the spiciest green chilies. the only consolation one has is that these tears don't come often. for me, it's when the things i fear most felt a little too real - in fact, too real for my liking. and the things i fear most would be none other than having the people i love most depart. (not leaving a country or anywhere, but depart from this world that we know of). that would include my friends and family and everyone whom i care, but the ones that i worry most as of now are my grandparents (grandmothers to be exact), because, well, naturally it'd be easiest for senility to creep up on them in their beds like a thief into a house and switch them onto their deathbeds when they're fast asleep.
but back to the green chilies a.k.a. the tear-jerkers. it could be anything that invoke those fears, those strong emotions that get to the core of you. it could be a dream so vivid that you'd wake up finding pinch marks all over you because you've wanted so bad to wake up from the nightmare, which you did - eventually, yet it felt so real it hurt to the bones. or it could be a book that you've read, so good it brought the story to life; and with a little bit of imagination it wasn't hard to envisage that happening to yourself. i once read somewhere that "with imagination comes fear". it couldn't be any truer. my imagination, when gone amok, makes me cringe and shudder, especially at the thought of me losing some of the people closest to my heart forever, and ever, and ever, to 'it' (to Death). Fear itself is more fearful than the thing that causes Fear in the first place, yet i'm sitting here crippled by it. don't understand why i feel this way, or allowing it to eat me up inside. no, scratch that. i do know why. i know perfectly well why i'm mortified for that day to come, and why i cried so much: i'm not ready to let go. i refuse to accept that all this will happen one day, and i put off that thought for as long as i can.
deep down inside, i know, that i can only put it off for so long. and i know, i should learn to fight that fear of loss, learn to let go, and accept it before it happens. else i'm gonna have a tougher time coping with it. but for now, tonight, at this moment, i choose to tuck that horrid thought away under my pillow. tonight i shall only remember the good times and the laughter i shared with them and the love they showered me through their cooking and nagging.
post-note: gosh why do i always get so emotional at this hour?! tsk tsk.
but anyway, that's not what i wanted to say. after movie, my friend's friends, my friend, and i went for boba at Tea Station (Ten Ren's sister branch). someone made a comment about this author who wrote that - and i quote - "small groups are meant to die" (small groups are a group of people getting together typically once a week, to discuss issues related to their faith), to which the other person took it so seriously and reacted as if something foul has befallen him that he exclaimed, "how can small groups be meant to die??? if so, then what's the point of having it then???" and he repeated that 5 or 6 times, no joke. at that point, i was getting rather irritated by his unrelenting meant-to-be-rhetorical question. and don't get me started on the scowl on his face! for a split second, i had an urge to spring across the table and strangle him as my way of telling him to shut up. i felt like snapping back at him, "well we are all meant to die one day, one way or another, so then why don't you ask - what's the point of living then?!!! what are you even doing here??!!" instead, i held my tongue and entertained myself by imagining his reaction: him to have choked on his own tongue and pretend to need to use the restroom, or be sipping his hot tea so loudly he missed what i said and went "huh, what, i'm sorry?". he should be thankful i was having a terrible headache and that my feet was hurting from playing frisbee in the afternoon, because if it weren't for the distraction from the pain, i'd have spat out those words, i would. but i guess it's a good thing i didn't. or else i'd have one less friend, and perhaps potentially be blacklisted. sometimes having a sharp tongue isn't quite a blessing (though a lot of times i find myself wishing i had one hell of an astute mind that can defend myself in times of trouble).
******
the saddest tears sting the most. like how it'd sting when you rub your eyes with fingers that have tampered with the spiciest green chilies. the only consolation one has is that these tears don't come often. for me, it's when the things i fear most felt a little too real - in fact, too real for my liking. and the things i fear most would be none other than having the people i love most depart. (not leaving a country or anywhere, but depart from this world that we know of). that would include my friends and family and everyone whom i care, but the ones that i worry most as of now are my grandparents (grandmothers to be exact), because, well, naturally it'd be easiest for senility to creep up on them in their beds like a thief into a house and switch them onto their deathbeds when they're fast asleep.
but back to the green chilies a.k.a. the tear-jerkers. it could be anything that invoke those fears, those strong emotions that get to the core of you. it could be a dream so vivid that you'd wake up finding pinch marks all over you because you've wanted so bad to wake up from the nightmare, which you did - eventually, yet it felt so real it hurt to the bones. or it could be a book that you've read, so good it brought the story to life; and with a little bit of imagination it wasn't hard to envisage that happening to yourself. i once read somewhere that "with imagination comes fear". it couldn't be any truer. my imagination, when gone amok, makes me cringe and shudder, especially at the thought of me losing some of the people closest to my heart forever, and ever, and ever, to 'it' (to Death). Fear itself is more fearful than the thing that causes Fear in the first place, yet i'm sitting here crippled by it. don't understand why i feel this way, or allowing it to eat me up inside. no, scratch that. i do know why. i know perfectly well why i'm mortified for that day to come, and why i cried so much: i'm not ready to let go. i refuse to accept that all this will happen one day, and i put off that thought for as long as i can.
deep down inside, i know, that i can only put it off for so long. and i know, i should learn to fight that fear of loss, learn to let go, and accept it before it happens. else i'm gonna have a tougher time coping with it. but for now, tonight, at this moment, i choose to tuck that horrid thought away under my pillow. tonight i shall only remember the good times and the laughter i shared with them and the love they showered me through their cooking and nagging.
post-note: gosh why do i always get so emotional at this hour?! tsk tsk.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
"Yes We Can" :)
November 4th, 2008. A day to be remembered throughout History.
Because on this day, Barack Hussein Obama won the presidential election and became the 44th President of the United States.
I don't know about you, but I think this is a darn good excuse to celebrate (and drink *ahem* ;P)!!!
p.s. jun i wished you were here, then i can share this moment with you :)))) *imagining champagne glasses clinking*
edited: Click here to read or listen to Obama's victory speech.
Because on this day, Barack Hussein Obama won the presidential election and became the 44th President of the United States.
I don't know about you, but I think this is a darn good excuse to celebrate (and drink *ahem* ;P)!!!
p.s. jun i wished you were here, then i can share this moment with you :)))) *imagining champagne glasses clinking*
edited: Click here to read or listen to Obama's victory speech.
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