life's mean reds.

7 hours in 72 hours. time to get a reality check on your life missy!

behind all that silliness, it's true that happiness and sadness is as simple or complicated as we would like it make it out to be. p/s elmo rocks.:D

maybe it's because im overseas and all, but oh i really do miss those good old days, the passing notes to decide what to have for recess, the after class bball sessions, the cny deco competitions and what not.

Philip Jensen wrote an article recounting a childhood story of his. In it, he brings us back in time to when he was just a kid, receiving a christmas gift from his grandmother whom to him was "the relative with the least grasp on the reality of life". In light of this, he had assumed that the gift that now sat in his hands were laxatives from a granny who had lost it completely and was dreading the moment that he had to open it in front of the entire family without looking awkward. All he could manage was a customary response taught to all polite young boys:“Thank you Nan, it was just what I wanted.” Jensen expressed his mixed emotions at that moment-- one of pleasure—for she was a loving old woman—and yet pity, tinged with confusion, for he really did not know what to say or do. But when the moment of truth came, he was greeted not with laxative pills but three penny pieces in that gift box. Relief he was, but embarrassment was the emotion of the day. On hindsight, he reflec...

sorry mac, honestly i tried. but you are beyond me.

okay, i admit, im addicted to heroes. there's just something about it that keeps me going.. sure, the plot is intriguing, there are tons of eye candy, but there's something more to my fascination that i cant quite put my finger to. After watching season3, episode 14 last night, i finally understood. the episode starts out with peter(who had lost his powers), feeling an utter sense of helplessness when he was not able to save a guy from a car crash. While his paramedic friend consoled him saying that it was not his fault that he couldnt save the world himself, Peter clearly thought otherwise in his poignant comment; "I should have been faster, I should have been stronger." And then it was all clear to me. I loved heroes, because somewhere deep in me, I knew that there was only so much i could do, clearly limited by where i am, what i was. The frustration of should haves plagues all of us. There's that longing in all of us, i reckon, to be someone special. Someon...

apple snob, it's all your fault that i started watching these videos again. though i know deep down, i never really stopped believing in happily ever afters.