Happy Birthday,
to the fastest
frozen lemonade scooper at
Universal Studios Hollywood -
Mark freakin' Wong!!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
idyllic [ahy-dil-ik]
charmingly simple or rustic; simple and carefree;excellent and delightful in all respects
Synonyms include: charming, comfortable, ideal, peaceful, simple
Joe and Riann...I love you guys! Apart, you each bring friendship to a new level of understanding and care. Together, you're a model of how true love does not have to be announced with a blare of trumpets or a chorus of angels. It is, rather, showcased through exceptional communication, hours of laughter and a few songs sung through the magic of karaoke.
You both deserve all the happiness that you've received, and all the joy that has yet to come.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
PARTY!!!
(You both left my house like 45 minutes ago and
charmingly simple or rustic; simple and carefree;excellent and delightful in all respects
Synonyms include: charming, comfortable, ideal, peaceful, simple
Joe and Riann...I love you guys! Apart, you each bring friendship to a new level of understanding and care. Together, you're a model of how true love does not have to be announced with a blare of trumpets or a chorus of angels. It is, rather, showcased through exceptional communication, hours of laughter and a few songs sung through the magic of karaoke.
You both deserve all the happiness that you've received, and all the joy that has yet to come.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!PARTY!!!
(You both left my house like 45 minutes ago and
I'm still freaking out! hahaha!)
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
riddance [rid-ns]
the act or fact of clearing away or out, as anything undesirable; relief or deliverance from something
Synonyms include: disposal, clearance, removal, sacrifice
If I had a dollar for every time someone has asked, suggested or insisted that I watch The Holiday, I think I could've had a mighty satisfying visit to J.Crew or Banana Republic by now. Whether someone said they fell in love with Jude Law, or was surprised at Jack Black's romantic role, or was enchanted by the charming elderly gentleman in the film, one opinion remained universal - it was touching. Touching? Oh geez, I thought, is this movie going to make me cry, make me think? And so it did...
I have a cycle...I have many cycles; all which involve me going from one extreme on the emotio-meter to the other when it comes to matters which I find quite easy to disregard, but become most difficult to ignore once I acknowledge it. I feel less than myself one minute, unable to think sensibly or act confidently, and then I get some sense knocked into me somehow and I find myself in that This is B.S., I'm too good to be feeling this way stage. I love that stage. It's where I seem to laugh the most because it's where I feel the most myself.
These characters in The Holiday seem to want to be at that stage too, because for whatever reason, they found themselves in situations that left them feeling fragmented; yet figuring a way to fix it seemed impossible because they kept doing the same things that broke them in the first place. Jack Black's character asks, "Why am I attracted to a person I know isn’t good?" And Kate Winslet's character sums up the answer in a most poignant monologue:
Because you’re hoping you’re wrong, and every time she does something that tells you she’s no good, you ignore it, and every time she comes through and surprises you she wins you over and you lose that argument with yourself that she’s not for you.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it could actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong, or how you could’ve misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long “all that” may be, you’ll go somewhere new and you’ll meet people who’ll make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.
I know that I've made many testaments on this blog; many hopeful epiphanies catalyzed by overcoming some sort of troublespot in life, only to be followed by a desperate cry for help shortly after. But I realize that you can't always wait for those revelations to precipitate before you get moving on. Sometimes the way out isn't so much going through or overcoming something, as much as it is just about consciously cutting your losses, clearing out your thoughts and emptying your system of this blight altogether. The challenge is knowing when to stick it out and get through it, and when to walk to away.
the act or fact of clearing away or out, as anything undesirable; relief or deliverance from something
Synonyms include: disposal, clearance, removal, sacrifice
If I had a dollar for every time someone has asked, suggested or insisted that I watch The Holiday, I think I could've had a mighty satisfying visit to J.Crew or Banana Republic by now. Whether someone said they fell in love with Jude Law, or was surprised at Jack Black's romantic role, or was enchanted by the charming elderly gentleman in the film, one opinion remained universal - it was touching. Touching? Oh geez, I thought, is this movie going to make me cry, make me think? And so it did...
I have a cycle...I have many cycles; all which involve me going from one extreme on the emotio-meter to the other when it comes to matters which I find quite easy to disregard, but become most difficult to ignore once I acknowledge it. I feel less than myself one minute, unable to think sensibly or act confidently, and then I get some sense knocked into me somehow and I find myself in that This is B.S., I'm too good to be feeling this way stage. I love that stage. It's where I seem to laugh the most because it's where I feel the most myself.
These characters in The Holiday seem to want to be at that stage too, because for whatever reason, they found themselves in situations that left them feeling fragmented; yet figuring a way to fix it seemed impossible because they kept doing the same things that broke them in the first place. Jack Black's character asks, "Why am I attracted to a person I know isn’t good?" And Kate Winslet's character sums up the answer in a most poignant monologue:
Because you’re hoping you’re wrong, and every time she does something that tells you she’s no good, you ignore it, and every time she comes through and surprises you she wins you over and you lose that argument with yourself that she’s not for you.
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it could actually ache in places that you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong, or how you could’ve misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long “all that” may be, you’ll go somewhere new and you’ll meet people who’ll make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back and all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.
I know that I've made many testaments on this blog; many hopeful epiphanies catalyzed by overcoming some sort of troublespot in life, only to be followed by a desperate cry for help shortly after. But I realize that you can't always wait for those revelations to precipitate before you get moving on. Sometimes the way out isn't so much going through or overcoming something, as much as it is just about consciously cutting your losses, clearing out your thoughts and emptying your system of this blight altogether. The challenge is knowing when to stick it out and get through it, and when to walk to away.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
sense [sens]
any of the faculties, as sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, by which humans and animals perceive stimuli originating from outside or inside the body; the recognition of something as incumbent or fitting; a mental discernment, realization, or recognition; acuteness
Synonyms include: wits, reasons, common sense
Everyone has their 5 senses, as defined above. In layman's terms, your senses allow you to recognize sensations based on what you see, hear, smell, taste or touch. There are times, however, when life calls for senses beyond what our innate abilities can provide. In times like those, I have another five senses to depend on. They're called Cecile, Iya, Rochelle, Ate Tin-Tin and Riann.
Cecile, for the 13 years that I've known her, has sort of been my “6th sense” actually. Being that she's psychic and all, she tends to know a lot of what I’m feeling or thinking without me really saying much or anything at all. We could be riding a ski lift in Tahoe, walking around London eating our fish 'n chips, dancing in the rain in NYC, climbing up Swiss hills, jumping around Italy or just be sitting in her room - I don't have to say more than a few words (if any at all) for Cile to just know whether she needs to hug me, laugh with me or bop me upside the head. Aside from being my #1 advocate for travel, she's also the voice of my subconscious, begging me not to be afraid to know what makes me happy and then doing it. 
Iya (who I’ve known for 16 1/2 years) and I have literally seen each other through almost everything; loved ones passing, heartbreaks occurring (and sometimes recurring), *NSYNC fanaticism, friendships (including ours) changing, and yes, we’ve fought a few times. But she’s one of the unique people in my life who isn’t afraid to say something to my face, even if she thinks it might hurt me. She would rather I know the truth and grow stronger because of it, than be the fool who goes about knowing less than everyone else. She’s also the reason I stay awake at work, seeing as to how we spend more time emailing each other than actually working!
Rochelle is my twin. We met at a family party when we were 5 then somehow ended up in the same high school together! People tend to confuse us for one another because we're...petite, but don’t let her cute and happy-go-lucky façade fool you. This girl is pretty fearless (except when it comes to alcohol. She wants nothing to do with it.), and she’s gifted with this determined, tenacious spirit and personality that I often cannot fathom. In addition to that, she’s got a heart way bigger than she appears to be and the fact that she’s always so sympathetic and supportive keeps people like me who run to her, nice and sane.
Ate Tin-Tin is my 2nd mom (not that I think you’re old, Ate.). She’s too involved in every aspect of my life for me to just call her my friend, and the gentle, but firm way about her tells me she's not just the big sister I've always looked up to. There is just a comfort that she provides when I’m around her. If ever I shared the same brain with someone, or could call someone my soulmate in life, it would be Ate. She will scarcely tell me what I want to hear, or even what she thinks I need to hear. When I've finally arrived at the solution to whatever problem I was ranting about, she just hugs me and says, "See, I knew you knew that already. You just needed to figure it out. You're gonna be just fine." And I actually believe that I Will be because she said so.
any of the faculties, as sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, by which humans and animals perceive stimuli originating from outside or inside the body; the recognition of something as incumbent or fitting; a mental discernment, realization, or recognition; acuteness
Synonyms include: wits, reasons, common sense
Everyone has their 5 senses, as defined above. In layman's terms, your senses allow you to recognize sensations based on what you see, hear, smell, taste or touch. There are times, however, when life calls for senses beyond what our innate abilities can provide. In times like those, I have another five senses to depend on. They're called Cecile, Iya, Rochelle, Ate Tin-Tin and Riann.
Cecile, for the 13 years that I've known her, has sort of been my “6th sense” actually. Being that she's psychic and all, she tends to know a lot of what I’m feeling or thinking without me really saying much or anything at all. We could be riding a ski lift in Tahoe, walking around London eating our fish 'n chips, dancing in the rain in NYC, climbing up Swiss hills, jumping around Italy or just be sitting in her room - I don't have to say more than a few words (if any at all) for Cile to just know whether she needs to hug me, laugh with me or bop me upside the head. Aside from being my #1 advocate for travel, she's also the voice of my subconscious, begging me not to be afraid to know what makes me happy and then doing it. Iya (who I’ve known for 16 1/2 years) and I have literally seen each other through almost everything; loved ones passing, heartbreaks occurring (and sometimes recurring), *NSYNC fanaticism, friendships (including ours) changing, and yes, we’ve fought a few times. But she’s one of the unique people in my life who isn’t afraid to say something to my face, even if she thinks it might hurt me. She would rather I know the truth and grow stronger because of it, than be the fool who goes about knowing less than everyone else. She’s also the reason I stay awake at work, seeing as to how we spend more time emailing each other than actually working!
Rochelle is my twin. We met at a family party when we were 5 then somehow ended up in the same high school together! People tend to confuse us for one another because we're...petite, but don’t let her cute and happy-go-lucky façade fool you. This girl is pretty fearless (except when it comes to alcohol. She wants nothing to do with it.), and she’s gifted with this determined, tenacious spirit and personality that I often cannot fathom. In addition to that, she’s got a heart way bigger than she appears to be and the fact that she’s always so sympathetic and supportive keeps people like me who run to her, nice and sane.
Ate Tin-Tin is my 2nd mom (not that I think you’re old, Ate.). She’s too involved in every aspect of my life for me to just call her my friend, and the gentle, but firm way about her tells me she's not just the big sister I've always looked up to. There is just a comfort that she provides when I’m around her. If ever I shared the same brain with someone, or could call someone my soulmate in life, it would be Ate. She will scarcely tell me what I want to hear, or even what she thinks I need to hear. When I've finally arrived at the solution to whatever problem I was ranting about, she just hugs me and says, "See, I knew you knew that already. You just needed to figure it out. You're gonna be just fine." And I actually believe that I Will be because she said so.
Riann is like the little sister you never wanted but are forced to love anyway because she was born. Hahaha! Just kidding, Babygirl! I really and truly couldn’t do without Riann. She has become an amalgam of Cile’s intuitiveness, Iya’s straightforwardness, Rochelle’s sympathetic nature, and Ate’s nurturing encouragement when I’ve needed it the most. I feel bad when she’s had to figure things out for me because I’m too afraid to deal with it myself. She breaks it down for me (might as well do a power point presentation the way she makes her argument sometimes!), helping me discern the lines which have been blurred by cowardice and frustration. When she’s not getting me through a crisis, she’s in yoga class cracking me up, at mass praying with me, or at our favorite place, Maui Wowie shooting the breeze.
If I ever lost one of these senses, life would be an impossible force to reckon with.
If I ever lost one of these senses, life would be an impossible force to reckon with.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Hey everyone! If you're free this Friday night, my cousin Marc is performing. He's on the flyer below as Mark Spector. Here's his myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/laproof
It's a free event! I love when things are free!
Friday, March 23, 2007
crap [krap]
an act of defecation; refuse; rubbish; junk; litter; excrement
Synonyms include: absurdity, craziness, clutter
When I must do some G-rated cursing, this is my favorite word to use. "Holy crap, that's crap, you're full of crap!" It's endless.
Speaking of crap, check out what Iya's neighbor felt the need to post up on a tree trunk that's planted in front of their house:
Hahahahaha! Cracked the crap out of me!
an act of defecation; refuse; rubbish; junk; litter; excrement
Synonyms include: absurdity, craziness, clutter
When I must do some G-rated cursing, this is my favorite word to use. "Holy crap, that's crap, you're full of crap!" It's endless.
Speaking of crap, check out what Iya's neighbor felt the need to post up on a tree trunk that's planted in front of their house:
Hahahahaha! Cracked the crap out of me!HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE!!!!!!!!
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