S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog.
why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents
that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever
will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
I didn't realize how invested I was in the TV series Lost until I found myself bawling over Boone's death in the latest episode. This is huge for me, because I usually don't cry at sad movies, tearjerker novels and much less TV shows. I cry when real people die, like the pope, John Ritter, Chris Reeve, my dad. Sometimes, I don't even cry when I should, like when my grandma died or as an empathy cry when my girlfriend sobbed at The Notebook. But sometimes I would cry at the strangest times, like when I found out my stepson's pet rat had a tumor, but not when it died, or when I saw a man dining alone, but not when I saw a girl digging through the trash.
Going back to Lost, I wasn't particularly enamored with Boone, although he was the cutest male in the cast. In fact, I found his unrequited love for his stepsister annoying - I felt like slapping him silly for him to snap out of it. But, week after week, I bought the preposterous plots and tumultuous twists, in a way that I didn't for everyone else's favorite 24, no matter how hard I tried to like the latter. I tried hard not to run into spoilers on who was going to die, the news of which has been circulating for a few weeks now. I did read that it's the person whose story wasn't being developed as much as the others, and I had the feeling that it will be Boone. Nevertheless, I found myself bawling like a baby during his death scene, and by the last scene when his stepsister drops next to his already-cold body, my eyes were as puffy as marshmallows and my nose was as red as a clown's. Of course my husband teases me, to which I naively replied "But how can Boone die?!?!!"