My Roots

I just spent the weekend in Laguna visiting my relatives. The last time I went, I decided not to bring a book, and had immediately wished that I did the moment I got there. So this time, I brought a book, and guess what? I didn't read it at all.

I don't really do much when I'm there. The whole idea of going is to actually spend time with them, which I don't get to do. Because it's hard for me to communicate with them because they speak tagalog (filipino), and I absolutely suck at it. If I even try, it'll come out as absolute nonsense.

Growing up, I'm pretty sure I was fluent in it, or something to that extent. And then I think International School just slowly sucked it out of me. I was always speaking in English, that my Filipino just dissipated. Even when it comes to tv, when my dad's watching the news (in filipino), the words go into my head and gets translated into english. Seriously. So, I understand it when it's spoken, and yea, I can speak it, just not well.

And that's probably one, if not the only reason that I'm not close to my relatives. I wish I were, but it's just not like that. I've always wanted to be close to my grandparents (I only have grandmothers now), but it's never happened.

The last time I was alone with my lola (grandmother on my mom's side), she asked me about religion and why I didn't go to church. That side of the family is very religious, but when it comes to my family, we're not. At least for me, I believe in God and prayer, but I don't feel the need to practice a religion. My belief in God is enough for me.

So that's another thing.I see my cousins being close to her and to my other relatives (on that side), and I think they're close because they share the same beliefs and lifestyle among other things, which I don't share with them. My siblings and I were raised differently from my cousins, so yea, we're just different.

It's sad in some ways, but I wouldn't change how I was brought up, because I like how I am, and how we are as a family. I respect them as well as their lifestyle, but I cannot imagine myself living that way. I can't have everything, so that's how it's got to be.

I sort of lost my train of thought though, so I have to end it here.

POW!

This morning, the funniest, and most embarassing thing happened to me. I woke up bright and early (thanks to my sister), therefore I lacked sleep, and my brain was only half working. Sadly though, none of that contributed to what happened next. Half asleep, or fully awake, I would've done it, and I did.

Twice a week (for the past five years), someone comes over to the house and does our laundry. Her name is Paz. She's a small woman, short and stout (much like the teapot). I'm not trying to be mean! I'm simply trying to put a picture in your head. So anyways, I guess you don't need to know much more about her.

So! This morning, I was in my room with my sister and my brother, we were playing with baby Dylan, and the door's wide open. The bathroom's down the hall, and I see Paz pass by, and I hear the bathroom door close.

A couple of minutes later, I'm totally caught up in Dylan, and I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I pick up one of my brother's toy guns, aim it at the door, and yell "POW!!!" thinking that it was my dad. Imagine my surprise and complete embarassment when I see that it's a lady in a red house dress, staring at me, like I'm psycho.

Oh my God... she walked away, and I immediately burst out laughing, although I was completely embarassed. If you're not laughing at me or at the story, well I guess that it's just a whole lot funnier when you're there, as most things are. But Thea and I could not stop laughing our heads off (even now I'm cracking up just recounting the memory of this morning), because it was just too funny!

Count on me to embarass myself, because I do that a lot.

Randomness

Yesterday, I almost got hit by a car. Usually, when I cross the street, I look both ways, all the time, even on a one way street. But yesterday, for some weird reason, I guess I just spaced out, that I forgot, and the car stopped inches (literally) from me.

Also, the mall crowds are nauseating. It's bad enough during the weekends, but now, it's the regular weekend crowds mixed with the Christmas shoppers. They're hardly polite too. They'll bump into you and act as if it didn't happen. Sometimes, I swear I just want to push them back.

Good news, I've done more than half of my Christmas shopping. This is now officially the earliest that I've ever done my gift buying. Which is a very good thing. The fact that I have it over and done with this early, makes me feel very elated. And I won't have to mix with the pre Christmas rush and the procrastinators who leave it until the last possible minute (myself in the previous years) to get it done.

I've only got my older siblings to shop for, and I know what to get for my brother, but my sister on the other hand... She's gonna make me fry my brain. It's so weird because we're super close, and I have absolutely no idea what to give her. But I will think of something sooner or later. Hopefully, it's sooner.

Memories... Or Lack Thereof

The other day, I was cleaning up my room, and while I was cleaning up my closet (which was cluttered to the max), I found a box of memories. When I opened it, right on top, was my sixth grade class picture, which now has permanent dust stains, unfortunately. It was on top of a whole load of letters my friends and I would give each other for fun in the seventh grade (whole different class, whole different city). It was seriously my past, in a box.

So after I was done cleaning up, I sat down on my bed and went through the letters, and read them all one by one. What completely sucks is that in the letters, my friends would talk about a certain something, like, "sorry about what happened yesterday", "we're gonna have so much fun later", "I'll tell you something super important in a while", and the reason it sucks is because I don't remember any of it!

A majority of what happened that year has pretty much escaped my mind for some reason or the other. So, I've got so many letters, but I don't know what the heck we're talking about in any of them, they're so vague! But it's just as well, I guess. I don't really think I want to remember those times.

Who I was then, was a completely different person from the me, present day. I've changed A LOT, and I'm definitely gonna change some more. So yea, I just wanted to share. haha =)

Pensive Braindead

Christmas is fast approaching, and this year, I am as unprepared as I possibly could be. I must've been so wrapped up in other things (I can't even imagine what) that I haven't gotten a chance to give any thought to what to get my family members for presents. As much as I would love to shower them with amazing gifts, my (not surprisingly) tiny budget prevents me from doing so.

So my budget is divided into six. Except for my little brother, who is super vocal about what he wants, I'm clueless about what to get for everybody else. My sister mentioned that this year, she wants something that she can actually use, which is exactly what I want to do. I want to get them something that they can use everyday if they wanted to. But I just can't think of what those things possibly could be.

Last night, I thought about it pretty hard. I came up with something. It's not genious, but it's definitely a start. I really really need to get my brain together though, because the Christmas shoppers are going to be invading the malls pretty soon, and the crowds are going to drive me absolutely insane.

Woopth

I broke my glasses last night. Not the glass though (thankfully), which is actually plastic, or something. I was fixing up the dinner table, and my glasses were there, and the cover of the rice pot slipped and fell right onto it. And it just popped. I guess the screw was loose, so it just broke open.

So I give it to my dad so he can fix it, and in the process, he accidentally flung the screw (which is super tiny, by the way) with the screw driver, and it flies to a place where it cannot be found. We tried looking, but it just wasn't working.

So we go to the mall today to try and get a replacement (screw, not glasses), and I'm walking around practically blind. Seriously, everything was so blurry it was unbelievable. Thankfully, the shop was able to fix it, and the best part was, it was free!

I do want to get contact lenses though. Although the idea of sticking something into my eye is not exactly very appealing, it has its share of pros. Like, if I wanted to wear shades, it would be such a hassle to get every single pair I get graded. And when I'm trying on clothes at the mall, glasses are not very practical. Blah blah blah.

Not much else going on.

The Weekend Past

I went to visit my relatives in Laguna this past weekend. We left Friday morning, and got back Tuesday afternoon. They met Dylan for the first time. Before we actually brought him there, we were wondering what their reaction would be towards him and my sister. Being the conservative kind of people that they are, I don't think that Thea's pregnancy was something they celebrated, her being so young, and the fact that she wasn't getting married (probably the biggest shock to them).

We weren't exactly sure of what sort of reaction they were gonna express, but thankfully, when the time came for them to meet, the reactions were all good. Like I've said, Dylan has this power to make you smile and be happy no matter what sort of mood you might be in. He was a hit, they loved him.

He didn't stay there as long as the rest of us did, he and Thea left the next day. But I stayed, and it was a pretty long weekend. I wasn't exactly up for doing anything, so I ended up staying indoors the entire time. Pretty much in front of the TV, watching whatever I could, for some unknown reason. I was a TV addict the whole weekend.

We went out on November first (Monday) because it was all saints day. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is the day of the dead only "celebrated" in the Philippines? Basically, what happens is, you go to the cemetery to visit your relatives or anybody who's passed away. Bring flowers, light a candle, say some prayers.

I actually didn't want to go because the first time we ever went (the year my lolo died), it was scorching hot and the number of people was just nauseating. I don't know about you, but I hate crowds, so it wasn't exactly something I was looking forward to. Not that I don't or didn't love my lolo, and yea, I do miss him, but I just don't see the point of having to go to the cemetery and deal with things I'd rather not deal with (heat and crowds).

But I went anyway because I didn't want to be disrespectful, and my mom promised that it would be quick, and since it was reeeeaally early in the morning, it wouldn't be that hot, and the number of people would be minimal. And it was bearable, thankfully. But hanging out in the cemetery...

So the weekend was pretty laid back for me. Talk about being super lazy and having the worst case of the munchies though.

Update

I haven't posted in a while... A lot of the blog postings I've been doing have been over at my blog on myspace. I kind of figured that I should leave this one for more "serious" topics, but since I never have any of those, the end result is usually this blog being neglected.

Last night, my sister and I were supposed to meet Ethan Zohn, Survivor Africa's winner, and we were both looking forward to it, since he's one of our favorites. Personally, I was rooting for him during Africa, and even when he went back for All Stars, so we were pretty excited. But unfortunately, it didn't push through. The plans got all messed up, so to our disappointment, it didn't happen.

But it's okay though, I can't have everything right? It would've been more than awesome, but these things happens, so... what would I have said to him anyway? I'm pretty sure he's absolutely sick of hearing Survivor questions. If anything, I most probably would've been the biggest dork ever, being such a fanatic and all. I'm getting a mental picture right now... pretty funny.

Other than that... Thea and Dylan spent the week with us, and they'll be spending every week to come with us as well. It's been great having the whole family together since we haven't been all together in a really long time. It's been really fun having them around. And going to bed knowing that they'll be there the next morning is a pretty good feeling to add to everything else.

Since our family's really close, it's just a blast when we're all together, just really being a family. Picking on each other (jokingly of course), laughing together, or at each other, whatever the occasion calls for, and just, being happy together. It's such a great feeling to be complete.

They've gone to the other house today to spend time with Dylan's dad and his family, and they'll be back on Tuesday.

The Weekend

So my sister and I went and saw the Alicia Keys concert last Saturday, and she was amazing. When it comes to her dancing, she's no Britney, but her singing... WoW. Whether an artist's talented or not, really comes out during their live show.

We were seated in the last possible row. And the venue was huge, and it was a sold out show. And since it's a dome, not only were we far, we were also pretty high up. So we could see the entire venue, and can I just say, I've never seen so many people in my entire life. When she told everyone to start clapping, they'd start clapping, and from our view, it was definitely a sight to see.

The tickets were actually free, so the day before the show, we went online to see the venue's floor plan, to see where we'd be seated. And we saw that it was far. Like I said, last row possible. Which was okay with me, because I'm an Alicia Keys fan, just not a HUGE fan or anything like that, so just hearing her, was okay for me.

So anyways, since we knew we were gonna be so far, I decided to bring binoculars. Which turned out to be a pretty good idea, because we were able to see her up close, in a way.So all in all, she was amazing, her back up singers were awesome, the band was good, and it was a pretty good show. I'm glad I got to go. That would make it concert number six for this year.

Thea and Dylan have been at home with us since Thursday, and it's been great. Usually, we go over to visit them, but this time, we changed it up a bit. I miss them so much when they're not around, so having them be at home, the whole family there, was really nice. When they're not there, it always seems as if something's missing.

Dylan is one happy baby. And not to mention the most malikot boy you'll ever meet. When that little man figures out how to crawl, we're all in trouble. When he figures out how to walk and run, we're in a whole lot of trouble. There will be no keeping that boy still. He is just such a joy, and he has this amazing ability to make you smile, no matter what mood you happen to be in. Such innocence and happiness, he is a gift to this family.

It's also been so great to have Thea around. Getting to hang out again, go to the mall and whatever. It's also so much easier for her to be at home, because she's got five extra people to help her out with the little one, as opposed to minimal or no help at all. So why doesn't she just stay here? I wish it were that simple, but it's a bit more complicated than that.

So all in all, this weekend's been pretty good. It's been a while since the whole family's been together, so it's been really nice. Dylan's gotten to know us all a bit more, and I think it's safe to say that he's gotten pretty attached to his grandpa. Hopefully we can do this more often, but we'll see how things go.

Planet Earth and it's Inhabitants

***This might be a bit depressing, but it's only the truth

We live in a world that's polluted, overpopulated, and full of evil, to name a few things. Money rules the world. Anybody who says that "money is the root of all evil", doesn't have any. Millions and millions of people have to work with minimum wage salaries, and chances are, they're crappy jobs, that they probably hate, but have to do, because they have families that they have to feed, children to send to school, in other words, people they need to provide for. They work their asses off trying to do that, and a lot of the time, it's just not enough.

Consider them lucky, because another couple of million people don't even have jobs. They're submerged in poverty, living on the streets, stomachs empty, begging on the side of the road. A lot of them are children, brought into the world with no other choice.

But at the same time, here are these celebrities, who make millions of dollars for what they do. They can afford to live in massive mansions, furnished with the most expensive things money can buy. They can have five of the same cars all different colors if they wanted. The most expensive clothes, living a lavish lifestyle, having more money than they could ever spend.

And when it comes to these designer labels, why is it that the celebrities, who we've established are drowning in cash, get the discounts? It's not like they can't afford it. It's more like they're the only ones who can (afford it). Celebrities and heiresses are chosen for million dollar endorsements. Why? If you can afford to spend that much money to have someone endorse something, pick somebody who could use the money.

Our generation is so high tech. We have invented something for everything. The human brain is capable of so much. We all have potential to be geniouses. We're so smart, we know right from wrong, we know how to get things done. So why is it that it's so hard for us to put trash in trash cans? We choose to toss it out into the street instead. What's up with that?

I don't watch the news because a lot of it is just negative, and I don't know politics. But I know that our governments are corrupt. Power hungry. A person running for president will cheat just so they can win. So what's the point of voting? If, as the person running, you know you're gonna lose, why would you still cheat? So you can run a country and it's people, who don't want you to run them? You cheat, you "win", and then what? The people didn't choose you, they don't want you there.

So many people out there are so insanely paranoid, because out there, it's just not safe anymore. Walking home alone can scare anybody half to death, because the reality is, there's something to be scared of. Being mugged, raped, or even killed. For money? Material things? No one feels safe anymore and it's just so wrong.

I guess it's like that for equilibrium, balance. Because at the same time, while there's so much evil, there's still enough good. But it doesn't stop it from being puzzling. I don't really know how to end this. I've said pretty much what I've wanted to say. So I'll leave it at that.

I've Done The Unthinkable

So, we were talking about Friendster. I have avoided that place for over a year (I've already mentioned why), despite all the people telling me I should join. See, just the word join, it's like they're inviting me into their cult. Okay, so maybe that's a little over the top.

So with what I've done, I've contradicted myself as well as, shall I say, my values. I have done the unthinkable, and I have signed up for friendster. Initially, it was just so that I could look at people's profiles. See how conceited or humble they were. A lot of them have hidden profiles though, so that wasn't very effective.

Yea, I'm on my space, and I like it so much better. The all around layout, and the blog that comes with it. But eveyone else I know is on friendster. It's the same with this, I have a blog on here, but everyone else is on live journal. That's the problem with wanting to be different. You're usually left all by yourself with the decisions you make.

I'm not gonna be bitter about having joined, and in that sense, losing the strike. Because here's my logic behind it. People are more likely to log onto friendster than take the time to email someone. In other words, being a part of it, makes it so much easier to keep in touch. Whether I like the person or not, I'll know where to reach them, if ever.

Friendster and my space, if you think about it, is just one big directory. Connecting millions and millions of people, it's an online phonebook. And I think it's a good idea to be a part of it. My intentions are purely for keeping in touch with people, because I realise it's importance now.

Having signed up, I have found people that I most probably would never have heard from again, for the rest of my life. You are meant to meet the people you meet, and in the same way, if you lose someone forever, for whatever reason, that's how it was supposed to be. And those people, you'll find, are not a part of friendster or my space.

Exploring New Things

My sister signed me up for this, well... not so new, but new to me, thing. It's called My Space. And basically, it's almost exactly like Friendster. I'm sure you've heard of that. It was taking over the world. Anyways, I never joined Friendster, because, quite simply, I never wanted to. If I had, it would've felt like I had given in to the craze, and I didn't want to do that. My sister will tell you the same.

My Space is different because for one thing, it has a blog (uh-oh, you have competition). I started setting my profile up yesterday, and I don't exactly know my way around yet. I'm so new to the whole "networking" experience, I admit, I'm a little lost.

But I'm gonna try it out, see how it goes, hopefully make some friends along the way, which is the point of the whole thing. More to do online, I guess.

I'm always up for trying new things, trying to be as spontaneous as I can be. Although there's hardly anything spontaneous about My Space. But it does run the risk of making someone feel like a loser with the lack of their friend count. *points directly at self* But oh well, like I said, I'm hoping to change that, and I guess we'll see if I'm any good at this.

Randomness

Well, I thought I should write. My "psychobabble" entry has been at the top of the page for a bit too long. And nobody seems to know what the hell I'm going on about, which I must admit, was the entire point of it. What it's about, is up to you.

Not much going on around here. I've been posting over at the LPU MBs, but it's a little dead right now, so I decided to write, but unfortunately, I'm a little brain dead right now, so I can't think of what I could possibly write about. I'll think of something... Off the top of my head.

September's about to end. Christmas is not that far off. I'm actually not a Christmas person. I guess as I got older, the whole Christmas "magic" sort of disappeared. But I do remember the days when I would get so excited as the twenty fifth came closer. And I admit, it was all about the presents, and the food. I think that's what it symbolised to me.

They've actually already started playing Christmas carols. Which is completely insane, I think. Well, I guess... It's not like we have Halloween carols or anything. Thankfully, I might add.

Yea, I'm just not as excited about Christmas as I used to be. And I'm not exactly sure what changed that. Now I'm trying to think of the answer, which is pretty useless, because I honestly don't know.

Christmas used to give me this feeling. I'm not sure how to explain it, but it felt like Christmas. Do you know what I mean? And for the past few years, it sort of just disappeared, and it was nothing more to me than an ordinary day. I wonder if the feeling will ever come back, or if it's gone forever.

I used to have the same anticipation for my birthday, and I seem to have lost that as well. It just gradually became unimportant. What is that? Why is it like that? And I'm so young, so I wonder if that feeling's ever gonna come back. Or maybe, this whole "lost feeling" is just a phase?

I don't know. If you have an answer for me, I'd be glad to hear it. But that's all I have for now. So there. How's that for off the top of my head? I'll think of something better for next time.

Psychobabble

Being abandoned. It's not exactly the best feeling in the world. It was my top priority (rather stupidly) when I was younger. It made me feel secure, in a way, and when I left it, I thought that nothing would change, and I continued to cherish it. But as time went on, it's value slowly became infintesimal. I did all I could to revive it, but it eventually dissipated. It went from being visited sporadically, to non existent.

It's definitely disappointing to lose something that used to be important to me. But it's not the first time that it's happened. It'll probably happen again. But now I'm ready for it to happen again. And it won't hurt so much when it comes around.

I've learned my lesson, and I'm moving on. I thought that I really needed this, which is why I tried to keep it alive. But it's pretty useless when the effort's only coming from one end. So I don't blame myself at all, because I know I tried, I did what I could, even though it proved to be a waste of time.

So I'm letting it go, as much as I wish I didn't have to. It's a painful realisation, but it's just one of life's many lessons. And it will only get better once I accept it. And that's what I'm doing. It's what I've done. I've accepted it, I'm thankful for it, and I'm moving on.

Ditching this one, making a new bunch, setting my priorities straight. It's about time I get this right. I'll be a better person for it.

Life's lessons. Talk about a slap on the face. It doesn't go easy on you. I suggest you learn those lessons as fast as you can, so you don't have to get slapped so much. Trust me, if you're getting slapped for a lesson you've already gone through (but for some reason, chose to ignore), it hurts more.

Movies Galore

A lot of new movies are coming out all the time, and being a movie buff, I went out and watched them a lot. But lately, that's not the case. Hollywood just doesn't seem to be coming out with anything appealing to me anymore. That, and ticket prices aren't exactly as cheap as they used to be, so if I'm paying that much to see a flick, it might as well be a good one.

I think, the last good movie I saw, something that I REALLY liked, was "The Notebook". And that was even based on a book. But I guess, in its defense, they're completely different from one another. I preferred the movie to the book. If you've seen the movie (or read the book), you'll know what I mean when I say that I want a Noah. I don't think there's really anything to explain. It sort of speaks for itself. =)

I just saw "Dodge Ball". Somebody told me that it was extremely hilarious, so I went and saw it. It was okay. It was funny, but I was expecting to be laughing the whole time, which I wasn't. After I saw "Starsky and Hutch", I told myself I wouldn't watch another Ben Stiller film, because they've become overrated, unfortunately.

Before that, I saw "The Terminal". I liked it. Except for the ending. But otherwise, I liked the story, and it was entertaining, hardly predictable, and cute. Tom Hanks films, still doing good.

I guess it's not Hollywood. Maybe it's me. I've become pretty hard to please when it comes to movies. It's just that, a lot of the scripts being made into movies are just so... blah. Too many sequels, nobody can come up with anything new anymore. And then all of a sudden, a bombardment of comic books coming to the big screen. It wouldn't be so bad if they were any good. And if not comic books, then books. It's gotta be based on something, no one wants to do their own thing.

But, as you know, these are just MY opinions. Don't slaughter me if you happen to disagree.

I'm back!

I haven't had internet access for the past couple of days. Before that, I did, I just didn't have a topic as usual. I spent the last three days with my sister, helping her out with Dylan who just turned four months recently.

It definitely takes up a whole lot of energy to take care of a growing boy. He wakes up at ridiculous hours demanding to be fed, and it just takes so much patience to be able to do it. And if you're doing it practically alone, and with minimum help, it definitely takes it's toll on you.

It's not exactly easy, but my sister, she does it. Of course it's so hard not to love him, but to be able to do what she does, taking care of him, losing sleep, and everything else in between.

It's been hard being away from family, it's hard for me being away from her, but it's something that's got to be done. I'm just so proud of her. She's taken on the role of mother, and plays it out to perfection. She loves her son, he loves her back, and it's so obvious.

I really miss having her around. Spending days doing nothing at the mall, window shopping. Being lazy at home, talking about everything, being absolutely weird! Nobody else gets me like she does. It blows my mind, how we're so different, practically opposites, yet at the same time, we're identically alike.

Yes, I miss her, but Dylan needs her more than I do. And we won't be apart for much longer, if everything goes well. And when that happens, she won't have to be so alone, and we can get back to having our extremely weird moments that only we seem to get.

Happy Birthday Gio!!! =)

I can't think

Well, I said I'd write when I had time, and I have time now. But just like last time, I still have no particular subject in mind. Does anybody ever read this anyway? Aside from my sister. =) But I won't be discouraged with the lack of hits and comments. I guess, ultimately, this is just a place for me to unload.

It's just me and my dad this weekend. The rest of my family's gone to visit my relatives. I guess that'll give me some time to finally finish the book I'm reading, since I've been neglecting it all week. And clean up my room, if I get the energy to start. Just as long as I have my music on, cleaning up isn't too bad.

I find that really weird though, that I'm so OC about germs, but my room's a mess. Well, okay, it's not that messy. But it's not the neatest thing you'll ever see... But when I re-read that sentence, I totally pictured my room to have absolutely no walking space on the floor, clothes and rotting food everywhere. Which is disgusting, and there is no way my room would ever get like that.

So, okay, trying to put descriptive pictures in people's heads, not my area of expertise. Although babbling might be... have you noticed? I should probably stop before this gets any weirder. haha =)

Oh, I just had lunch at McDonald's with my older brother... I think that might've been the most time we've spent together in months. But I was glad he was there, cuz if not, I would've had to eat alone, and that would've been sad.

So there it is, my entry for the day. I'll get back to you.

BlaH

The past couple of days have been dark and rainy. I like it. They're the type of days that make you want to just stay home in your bed under your blanket.

The past couple of days have also been spent being super competitive with my brothers on the PS2. haha =)

Well, I haven't written in a while, and I just thought I'd update, eventhough I don't really have anything in particular to write about. But I'll try to take up space as best as I can.

On second thought... I really can't. I'll try to write something a little more whatever next time...

Things That I Love

I think that it takes too much energy to be sad. Plus, it's much more fun to be happy. If you can find one thing to be happy about, then consider yourself lucky.

*Books- I love the stories that they tell, and the ability they have to take you to another place. How they have the power to make you feel all the emotions.

*Movies- It's a book with moving pictures!

*Music- Oh wow... where do I start? I cannot even begin to imagine a life without music. Music is something that I really love. It gives me something to be passionate about. There's different music for different moods, and it can make you feel so much.

*Pictures- There's no better way to preserve your memories.

*Sports- The intensity, the competitiveness, the dedication. The excitement it can get out of people.

*Food- Need I say more?

*Art- There is so much to love about art. I don't do art, I just like to look at it. Whether it's paintings, drawings, body art, any kind of art. It's self expression.

*Writing- It's art that I know how to do. Again, self expression.

*Laughter and Humor- Who doesn't love a good laugh? "A day without laughter is a day most wasted".

*Weather/Nature- Clouds are so beautiful. And rain. As long as you're not getting soaked under it, rain is good.

There's a lot to love and be happy about. So it should really take a lot to make you sad.

My Movie Review

I just saw "The Stepford Wives" with my mom. In a word... it was weird. I dunno. The whole thing was just so weird.

Okay, so basically, they move to Stepford and everything is just perfect. Not the nice kind of perfect, the seriously strange type of perfect. And then they find out (don't worry, this won't ruin the movie for you if you haven't seen it yet), that the wives are actually robots, purposely made to be perfect for their husbands.

I'm sorry, I just can't get over how strange that flick was. It's probably one of the weirdest movies I've ever seen. So was it good? Eh... it was okay. But of course, that's just my opinion. Watch it if you want, and judge it for yourself. Or if you just want an excuse to see Nicole Kidman, who by the way, looks better as a blonde. Again, my opinion.

I guess the message they were trying to send out was that perfect isn't everything. And sometimes we think we want things to be perfect, but in truth, there's really no such thing.

We'd like to live in a "perfect" world, and that's what Stepford is. And so you see that, and then all of sudden, you want to get out, because it's all just too strange.

So yes, there's no such thing as perfect. Imagine if everything was? And it was exactly like Stepford? How boring. So if you think about it, we need controversy, drama, and imperfections to balance it all out for equilibrium.

So in a nutshell, when it comes down to it, not everything can be perfect. And sometimes, that's okay.