On the news yesterday:
Celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck bans foie gras, caged chickens from new animal-friendly menu
I don't know what to say. Should he be congratulated? Is this a betterment of the world? The juxtaposition of "humane" and "killing" appears to me as such an irony. I couldn't help but shake my head and smile. Humane killing. Go figure.
The concept is absurd.
P.S.: I'm haven't given up on meat yet.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Movie: First Time's a Charm
Then read if you still want to.
Often times people would tell me how great, how brilliant a movie was. As a result, I would unwittingly built up high expectation. Even when it turned out to be really good, it would never come up as far as a great movie I discovered myself.
Before Sunset belongs to the latter.
One of THE greatest romantic movies of all time (another being Sabrina). I was stumped the first time, I didn't expect it to be THAT good. I practically see myself in both of the characters and found myself agreeing with every word Ethan and Julie uttered. It's been two years, and yesterday, I got out and finally bought the DVD (took me a while, I very very rarely buy DVDs). Went home and watched it immediately. Second time's still exhilarating, but hey, first time's a charm, as far as movies go.
Ah...memories...Love, passion, desire, one night, one afternoon, and most importantly, "connection".
Words are the life, the soul of this movie. But words can't describe how great it was.
What can I say...
I can always count on Simon to deliver all the good stuff out there. Check out his blog.
Here's what I learned today:
1. There's cheese on moon. Google Jokes, Sometimes...
2. Horror! Horror!
What Happens to Your Body if You Drink a Coke Right Now. To think that I just had a bottle of Coke this afternoon (half actually, satisfied my thirst for the first few minutes, then blah).
3. The meaning of life. Well, almost there...
4. Links, links, and links! If I didn't read Simon's entries, I wouldn't have ventured out to Coke, moon, "answer to life, universe, and everything" (it's 42, by the way), then meaning of life, and Google Romance. Same analogy with life, connections, connections, and more connections! Gets you everywhere.
5. There was a baby called Inuka, he was born in 1990 and he's a polar bear. Check out his profile here.
Oh! I just got Tony Buzan's Age-Proof Your Brain. I'm serious. Will see how that goes.
Here's what I learned today:
1. There's cheese on moon. Google Jokes, Sometimes...
2. Horror! Horror!
What Happens to Your Body if You Drink a Coke Right Now. To think that I just had a bottle of Coke this afternoon (half actually, satisfied my thirst for the first few minutes, then blah).
3. The meaning of life. Well, almost there...
4. Links, links, and links! If I didn't read Simon's entries, I wouldn't have ventured out to Coke, moon, "answer to life, universe, and everything" (it's 42, by the way), then meaning of life, and Google Romance. Same analogy with life, connections, connections, and more connections! Gets you everywhere.
5. There was a baby called Inuka, he was born in 1990 and he's a polar bear. Check out his profile here.
Oh! I just got Tony Buzan's Age-Proof Your Brain. I'm serious. Will see how that goes.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Memory
I was typing away on my laptop earlier. I grabbed my phone and smsed my friend to buy dinner for me.
Upon replying, I realized, I just HAD dinner. JUST. What's wrong with me? I still have some soup sitting on the stove, the unwashed plate and bowl on the table, right in front of me! Then it hit me. Hit me hard.
It's short-term memory loss. And I have it. The realization came plenty of times before, but never this serious.
There were the times when I came into the room looking for something, but that something never manifested itself in my mind. Then someone told me a fact, and I struggled to remember that, repeating the same question each time I bump into that person.
People say we only remember the things we want to remember. I suppose that's true in a way. But this is getting way out of my control. Argh.
What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I tried enrolling in an online memory class before, but it turned out to be just another disguised-as-foc class that required you to purchase their own textbook. I gave up then.
Time is running out. I must find an alternative.
Upon replying, I realized, I just HAD dinner. JUST. What's wrong with me? I still have some soup sitting on the stove, the unwashed plate and bowl on the table, right in front of me! Then it hit me. Hit me hard.
It's short-term memory loss. And I have it. The realization came plenty of times before, but never this serious.
There were the times when I came into the room looking for something, but that something never manifested itself in my mind. Then someone told me a fact, and I struggled to remember that, repeating the same question each time I bump into that person.
People say we only remember the things we want to remember. I suppose that's true in a way. But this is getting way out of my control. Argh.
What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I tried enrolling in an online memory class before, but it turned out to be just another disguised-as-foc class that required you to purchase their own textbook. I gave up then.
Time is running out. I must find an alternative.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday
Perfection lies in imperfection
Oh well...
So, the other night, I was throwing away some stuff at ground floor. Before I can hit the button of the elevator, a gust of wind blows into my face. Intrigued at how pleasant it was, I decided to venture beyond my normal block vicinity, which sadly involves only the route I take from the train station to my house.
A playground, some plants along the sides, a small park, a few elderlies having a loud conversation on the park bench, and a few cute guys jogging...The soft light illuminating the park, combined with sound and sights of people doing their own thing and the soft blow of the wind, sort of give you that resort, ooh-ahh feel. Further down, I arrived at a mini-hill, the half-moon path runs along the edge of that hill with apartment blocks surrounding it. Then I saw it.
BBQ pits!!! How on earth could I miss that before? I envision this to be a great hang-out place. A few tables, good lighting, and of course, the BBQ pit itself. Just perfect for light conversations or juicy gossips, AND good food.
Problem is, how to get a booking?
Anyway, it's Saturday again!
Enjoy.
Oh well...
So, the other night, I was throwing away some stuff at ground floor. Before I can hit the button of the elevator, a gust of wind blows into my face. Intrigued at how pleasant it was, I decided to venture beyond my normal block vicinity, which sadly involves only the route I take from the train station to my house.
A playground, some plants along the sides, a small park, a few elderlies having a loud conversation on the park bench, and a few cute guys jogging...The soft light illuminating the park, combined with sound and sights of people doing their own thing and the soft blow of the wind, sort of give you that resort, ooh-ahh feel. Further down, I arrived at a mini-hill, the half-moon path runs along the edge of that hill with apartment blocks surrounding it. Then I saw it.
BBQ pits!!! How on earth could I miss that before? I envision this to be a great hang-out place. A few tables, good lighting, and of course, the BBQ pit itself. Just perfect for light conversations or juicy gossips, AND good food.
Problem is, how to get a booking?
Anyway, it's Saturday again!
Enjoy.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Life
"Is that your kid?"
"Yeah"
(Looks at me with amazed eyes for a few seconds)
I get kicks like this when people saw her picture on my phone. Can't blame them, I readily show her to people too.
Last week, I was playing the part of the most irritating aunt around; played during her moments of waking up, watched her pooed one morning, watched her took her bath every morning, lurked in to check on her every 15 minutes, basically annoyed her to bits.
Life is a beautiful thing.
"Yeah"
(Looks at me with amazed eyes for a few seconds)
I get kicks like this when people saw her picture on my phone. Can't blame them, I readily show her to people too.
Last week, I was playing the part of the most irritating aunt around; played during her moments of waking up, watched her pooed one morning, watched her took her bath every morning, lurked in to check on her every 15 minutes, basically annoyed her to bits.
Life is a beautiful thing.
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