“…That made me look back on my own guy-girl problems. Which also made me think of my set beliefs vs. other set beliefs. After many times of rejection at some point in my life(along with some successes too, but too few to matter), I made a few observations about getting into relationships. I observed that liking another person is totally doable. However, if the other party does not want you to like them, then all your efforts are pretty much wasted, and you wasted all this time liking someone who would not even like you back. Thus… I suppose I developed habits of juggling. But… apparently doing that tends to become a turn off for girls that might have had any interest in you. Such a delima lives everyday. There must be a way to find out if one is interested in one without committing so much emotional strength. Afterall, why does it matter before the 2 become an official pair? Isn’t it most important to love(or like) after it is confirmed that both parties are willing to love (or like)? I also wonder what other factors are keeping me from completing my new years resolution. Maybe I am too unserious most times? Maybe because of what I say sometimes? Heh, hell, maybe its my turn to “take a girl-break.”

The note was met with 9 comments, one of which my own:

“Dude, I can totally empathize with the first half of your note. When I related my personal conflict of not knowing what to do with my life, my advisor comically stated that I was going through an “identity crisis”. Go figure. Anyhoo, I’m sure that everyone has some kind of blueprint, but no one really knows what ultimately lies ahead. Just take it one step at a time until you find your calling.

As for the bit about girls…just bask in the glory of knowing that you can flirt/check out as many girls as you please…while the other taken suckers watch on the sidelines. The right girl will come in time.”

April 13, 2008 at 12:05pm

At the time, I was in a previous relationship without the slightest regard for him, other than as a friend…we barely knew each other.

We’ve been together for 1 year and almost 5 months now, and I’ve just begun to understand how important it is to be in the right place at the right time

…if only the events of my dreams were played out in real life.

I have so much respect for her as an actress and as a person.  She’s a witty feminist who’s got a very strong head over her shoulders.  I can’t watch an interview with her and not think: wow, this woman is brilliant.  Nevertheless seeing Avatar wasn’t just about adoring my idol, Sigourney Weaver, it was about hoping for the revival of the sci-fi film.  I’ve been complaining for years that the superhero bandwagon has gone on for too long–Fantastic 4, The Hulk, Superman, Spiderman, etc. It was like the comic book industry had underhandedly monopolized Hollywood.  Yesterday, I felt like all was well with the world again.  Here was a movie that wasn’t all about the action, or the wonderful effects (although this one definitely hit the spot with stunning graphics), it was about the core and heart of all good movies–a strong story.  Yes, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before (ie. Dances with Wolves, Fern Gully, or Pochahontas) but James Cameron took a simple story, and he told it well.  That, in my mind, is what separates the men from the boys in Hollywood.

The other day while I was studying, I found this very beautifully crafted photo essay by Phillip Toledano: http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/

It reminds me of how fragile life is…

To stay, oh no
You had to go
Spoil it all
I know you had to go
Now I find these endlessly
Colourblind days
To fill
You never will

It’s been a while since it’s rained here. I’ve missed it.

Billboard I saw that very same Friday. Pure salt on fresh open wound.

After months of brewing anticipation, I woke up on Friday August 14th, to this coversation over the phone:

“Hey, so do you have any plans for the rest of the day then?

“Oh right, we’re going to brunch and then you’re coming over to get ready for the concert right?

“Ummmm, it’s cancelled, you didn’t see the email?

I was so heartbroken after the news, I never even got a chance to blog about it.  This was the concert that I’d been ticking off the calender days for.  It was the sole inspiration for me to wake up and haul my dead weight to class everyday–well, not really, but I’m choosing to stick by that melodramatic thought for now.  Anyway, my two amigas and I decided to make the most of our day.  We had a scrumptious, wait scratch that, we had a “hungry-man sized” breakfast that would’ve fed an entire Ethiopian village.  After that, we explored the rest of Hillcrest by foot, and found a cute little 80s clothing boutique.  As the bells on the front door  jangled, I felt my heart plummet back into my stomach again.  Of all the songs that they could’ve played that day in the store, it had to be a Depeche Mode one.  In fact, it was the entire album on repeat.  My misery was so overwhelming I didn’t even have the chance to silence myself before the words: “Oh my god, they had to play this song” escaped from my lips.  At that, one of the saleslady smirked and asked: “Oh, you’re not going tonight?”  I was confused for a second, before I realized that I would have to be the bearer of bad news, because this poor woman was probably working at the store all morning in her delusional state of happiness. It was a good thing too, because apparently she had bought the tickets from a rather shady source, and was frantically trying to reach this “source” to get her money back.  *Good deed for the day

So, I didn’t get to see them a second time.  Maybe next time….maybe.

Too bad they weren't put to use

Perfect music to drive in the rain with.

ground zero of our kitchen extended into the dining area

Those were the words I’d carefully written across the recycled salsa container which bore the packets of mothballs.  It was as if I were casting a wishful spell on the plastic cup to ensure it’s efficacy.  If only moths could read…

It’s been close to a month since our last moth infestation in the apartment, and my worst fears are confirmed: they’re back…and getting it on apparently!  I discovered the nasty resurgence yesterday as I opened the kitchen cupboard to find two moths comfortably reposed along the wooden shelf.  Being the squeamish person that I am, I couldn’t help but let out a tiny yelp before I annihilated the nasty buggers with a wad of paper towel.  Bounty should really include “great for killing bugs” in their slogan.  I really hope it was just a pair of lost stragglers, and not the spawn of the previous lot we had to deal with.  

The problem started in late spring when the weather was starting to get warmer.  Someone probably left a window open or something, but soon enough, there were many.  I came home one day from the library to find 10+ along my stark white bedroom walls.  My apartment mate and I even killed a couple naughty pairs that were caught in the act.  When we came back from our two weeks of break, the moths had claimed their newfound territory.  We decided that there was nothing left to do but tear the kitchen apartment.  It was a sad day–many a great food items were tossed because of larvae/eggs/territorial moths.  I really hope we don’t have to call exterminators.