shit
http://www.evolvefish.com/fish/product2360.html
This is hilarious..
Taoism: Shit Happens
Hinduism: This shit has happened before
Confucianism: Confucius say, ""Shit happens""
Buddhism: It is only an illusion that shit happens
Zen: What is the sound of shit happening?
Islam: If shit happens, it is the will of Allah
Jehovah's Witnesses: Knock, Knock, ""Shit happens""
Atheism: There is no such thing as shit
Agnosticism: Maybe shit happens, and maybe not
Protestantism: Shit won't happen if I work harder
Catholicism: If shit happens, I deserve it
Judaism: Why does shit always happen to me?
Televangelism: Send money or shit will happen
Rastafarian: Smoke that shit
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food
i've always had a hearty appetite. I eat more than the average girl and even some guys. I do not have weight problems though i have to admit that age is indeed catching up with me and i am not as stick thin as i use to be. I see fats building up in areas which i do not wish to mention. My stomach isn't a concave surface anymore, its more of a little bulge now.
My point is, I like to eat. But i should curb that now for a couple of very good reasons. Mainly, i am no young any more. I am no longer going through the pubescent phase where buffets are the norm. Next, I am also not as active as i use to. I no longer go for judo trainings, dance practice or outdoor camping.
In truth, i do miss the active lifestyle very much. I still run, and that is probably why my weight has not ballooned. However, i just feel that it isn't enough. I feel so much pent up energy in me I really ought to get into more activities. I should look out for stuff to do next quarter. I think once i stop being so active, its as if my entire life takes a downhill slide. The inertia builds up, and the i become such a potatoe couch. My mental activity slows down too.
ARgh. life!
Labels: food, life
Serendipity, A fortunate accident
I am not the romantic addict. I am not into romance novels or chick flicks. In fact, i scoff at those happy-ever-after films. Or rather, I used to. These days, I find it nice to watch films with happy endings. Better if its on love and how great it is. Its, in my opinion, way more relaxing than watching something like Munich. I hated films with predictable, unrealistic endings because i always felt that happy endings doesn't really happen in life. In life, there are moments of ups and downs, its never a happy moment which last forever and henceforth, known as a happy ending. In fairy tales and hollywood films, it ends when Prince charming and his deserving princess get married, or a happy couple finally get to be together. In reality, it doesn't just end there. It goes on. The prince could turn out to be an ass. The gal could turn out to be neurotic. The story ends only when someone dies. And that is the ending. And when someone dies, its probably never that happy anyway.
I still feel this way. Except knowing that, i somehow began to appreciate films more. Happy endings exist in a fantasy world and for that, they deserve my attention. They are good for days when all i want to do is nothing. To unwind and relax. It could be something completely stupid but its ok. I need a break from life. I guess many people feel this way which explains the demand for hollywood films, the popularity of happily-ever-after endings.
I just watched Serendipity. Again. The first time, was when my brother and i sneaked into one of the theatres at the cinema after watching Harry Potter. We only caught the last quarter of it. Then i think i watched some of it on TV. And somehow, i managed to get the entire plot. Recently, a friend lent me the dvd and i finally got to watch it from the beginning to the end. He didn't think much of it. Neither did I. But i like it. The whole new age, destiny appeal which i believe many gals will fall for. I am one of them.
And the next time i visit new york, this is surely a place to go..
http://www.serendipity3.com/main.htm
dec
December. Its that time of the year again when i get extremely melancholic. When i get all retrospective. Somehow, 2007 seemed to be flying by.
I guess this has been a year of significance. Started with an awful trip to New Mexico, and the death of my grandmother, followed by the death of an aunt. Acceptance into grad school was one of the better news that came after. Its disconcerting, that sometimes, i still dream of my grandmother in the hospital, and i wake up feeling disoriented and have to remind myself that she is gone. Just last night, I dreamed that I was at her wake. I love her and i miss her.
so maybe its not that surprising that i still dream of her. and when i do, i feel kinda sad.
Labels: life
my 26th year
Another year has passed. this is the 26th year of my existence on a very troubled earth. I guess i should be celebrating my tenacity to life. That i am still living and breathing. That I am still happy enough to face each new day without thinking of death.
Maybe that is why birthdays are such a big deal. Maybe that is why people celebrate it. I, on the other hand, have grown up without many birthday parties. Usually, birthdays are fuss free events. The most significant thing that takes place on my birthdays when i was a child, are the noodles and 2 hard boiled eggs my mother serve me for breakfast. The noodles for longevity, the eggs for perfect score in my exams (which, by the way, has never happened before!).
Parties, cakes, presents and such is a luxury that my mother never indulged me in.
Today, was just like any other day. Except that i thought more about my impermanence. It was a perfect sunny day, clear blue skies and fresh air. I took a long walk down Western to West Cliff. Read a book while the waves mind its own business crashing on the rocks. Oftentimes i get mesmerized by the waves. I find myself staring at the ocean spray, trying hard to catch a glimpse of an ephemeral rainbow in the little droplets. The ebb and flow of the tides. The ups and downs of life. It comes, and it goes.
frailty
once in a while, something happens which reminds you of how fragile life is. That I can be talking to someone at a conference just last week, and to find out today that he just died in an accident yesterday. though i barely know him, it still comes as a shock. And that i have his face fresh in my mind, the conversation. I don't think i am at the phase in life where i can deal with death yet. I know it happens all the time. but when it happens close to you, it freaks me out.
I called a friend out for drinks. I just had to do that.
