"Friends? Friends? How do we be friends? No" Meredith says.....
To Dr McDreamy of course, who else.
(Oh god, I seem to be quoting everything from Grey's Anatomy nowadays?
But seriously, how do 2 people who are seriously in love with each other, but who can't be together, stay as friends?
How did they do it? Or are they going to remain as just friends? (Tune in every Monday night, 11pm, on Channel 5.. Haha..)
I've never been able to manage that feat so far. It's always been too hard, too painful, and just too insane. Even to this day, there some from whom I will run from should I run into them in the streets.
And it's sad, really, losing friends....
Monday, August 21, 2006
People are people....
People are social beings. Or so they say.
But lately, I'm getting fed-up and sick of the people that are around me. Life just gets so much more complicated and annoying when one is surrounded by too many people.
And I'm not even talking about colleagues. I'm talking about people who're suppose to be friends - the people I'm suppose to feel most comfortable with, and can rely on etc etc etc.
Yeah right.
People are people. And that means they have their own idiosyncracies and their own annoying habits and traits. Some talk too much. Some talk too fast. Some complain too much. Some should just shut up. For the less harmless, they have certain hidden agendas and need you to help them fulfill their purposes.
Maybe that's the reason why I want to keep to myself a little more. You never know what kind of people they are until you know what kind of people they are.
So I'm going to disappear for a while, until I become less cranky at least.
But lately, I'm getting fed-up and sick of the people that are around me. Life just gets so much more complicated and annoying when one is surrounded by too many people.
And I'm not even talking about colleagues. I'm talking about people who're suppose to be friends - the people I'm suppose to feel most comfortable with, and can rely on etc etc etc.
Yeah right.
People are people. And that means they have their own idiosyncracies and their own annoying habits and traits. Some talk too much. Some talk too fast. Some complain too much. Some should just shut up. For the less harmless, they have certain hidden agendas and need you to help them fulfill their purposes.
Maybe that's the reason why I want to keep to myself a little more. You never know what kind of people they are until you know what kind of people they are.
So I'm going to disappear for a while, until I become less cranky at least.
I'm not fat!
I'm not fat! It's just that my clothes are a tad too small!
I just need to get bigger clothes.
Hahah....
PS And so what if I'm fat? At least I'm not ugly!
I just need to get bigger clothes.
Hahah....
PS And so what if I'm fat? At least I'm not ugly!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Grey's Anatomy
Grey's Anatomy shows every Monday night, at 11pm on Channel 5.
And I will not go to bed until the final moment of the show. I stay put even for the adverts because I want to make sure I do not miss a single moment of the show.
As you should all be able to tell by now, all you clever folks, Grey's Anatomy is my favouritest show in the whole wide world! And do I dare say, of all time?
I mean, what's not to love? Besides of having the crucial ingredients for any drama, which is having good-looking men and good-looking women, it's also funny, sensitive, touching, and intelligent and actually has a credible story-line and plot. What more can I ask for?
And the most amazing thing is, after every single episode of the show, I come away from it, feeling a little bit more and thinking a little bit more. I mean, that is an amazing feat in itself, a show that is able to make its viewers not just feel, but think as well. That, in itself, seems very much like a contradiction even. So far, my other favourite shows have never even come closed to accomplishing this.
Right now, I'm intrigued by Meredith and Dr Shepherd's relationship. They are some of the best-looking people that I've seen in my life. Well, to put into perspective my sentiments towards these two people - Meredith is what I will want to look like, perhaps slightly younger, if I opted to go for plastic surgery; and Dr Shepherd is someone with whom I wouldn't mind having an affair with, if I wanted to have an affair that is.
But seriously, I really wonder how they do it. How do 2 people who are so in love with each other, manage to be co-workers, and to endure seeing each other, day in day out everyday, like they do? How does the wife manage to keep her sanity being in the same place as her husband's mistress, and knowing that the one he loves is not herself?
I may not not agree totally with the morals portrayed in this show (but that is a separate topic of discussion in itself!), but how I do feel for Meredith, for her love-lorness and her quiet but desperate longing for the man she loves.
In fact, I can almost feel how much she aches, and how with every beat of her heart, that longing and desperation is pumped through her blood vessels to every cell of her body. Until her eyes, her body-language, her eveything spells out and emanates that quiet ache and unhappiness. It's just so... real.
And I guess that's what makes Grey's Anatomy a great show.
And I will not go to bed until the final moment of the show. I stay put even for the adverts because I want to make sure I do not miss a single moment of the show.
As you should all be able to tell by now, all you clever folks, Grey's Anatomy is my favouritest show in the whole wide world! And do I dare say, of all time?
I mean, what's not to love? Besides of having the crucial ingredients for any drama, which is having good-looking men and good-looking women, it's also funny, sensitive, touching, and intelligent and actually has a credible story-line and plot. What more can I ask for?
And the most amazing thing is, after every single episode of the show, I come away from it, feeling a little bit more and thinking a little bit more. I mean, that is an amazing feat in itself, a show that is able to make its viewers not just feel, but think as well. That, in itself, seems very much like a contradiction even. So far, my other favourite shows have never even come closed to accomplishing this.
Right now, I'm intrigued by Meredith and Dr Shepherd's relationship. They are some of the best-looking people that I've seen in my life. Well, to put into perspective my sentiments towards these two people - Meredith is what I will want to look like, perhaps slightly younger, if I opted to go for plastic surgery; and Dr Shepherd is someone with whom I wouldn't mind having an affair with, if I wanted to have an affair that is.
But seriously, I really wonder how they do it. How do 2 people who are so in love with each other, manage to be co-workers, and to endure seeing each other, day in day out everyday, like they do? How does the wife manage to keep her sanity being in the same place as her husband's mistress, and knowing that the one he loves is not herself?
I may not not agree totally with the morals portrayed in this show (but that is a separate topic of discussion in itself!), but how I do feel for Meredith, for her love-lorness and her quiet but desperate longing for the man she loves.
In fact, I can almost feel how much she aches, and how with every beat of her heart, that longing and desperation is pumped through her blood vessels to every cell of her body. Until her eyes, her body-language, her eveything spells out and emanates that quiet ache and unhappiness. It's just so... real.
And I guess that's what makes Grey's Anatomy a great show.
Happy National Day
Today's a holiday, and guess how I spent the rare and well-deserved holiday?
I spent the entire day at home, lounging around, watching TV or just doing absolutely nothing. And I consider it a day well-spent, and only wished I had more time to 'vegetate' myself into oblivion.
But alas, my one day of break is almost over, and it's back to the grindstone at work tomorrow. (Until my next weekend break in Malaysia at least. Oh boy I can't wait! An entire weekend of vegetating!)
Anyway, the day wasn't ill-spent. I learnt a couple of recipes watching The Naked Chef cook, with clothes on. I managed to travel off the well-beaten track with Ian Wright. (The guy's a riot!), not to mention stay in a US$7,000 a night villa with him. (I wish I had a villa next to the sea too, with a valet to unpack my clothes and a butler to feed me orange juice when I emerge from underwater when swimming!)
I watched "Judging Amy", "Life As It Is", "Seinfield", "The Rock" and loads of other little bits and pieces here and there. Not too bad an effort for a whole day of being a coach potato is it?
I read the papers back to back, as well as finished the last bit of the Jasper Fforde novel "The Big Over Easy". Looking for something else to read, I tried the Chinese papers as well, and read about Faye Wong bringing her possibly hare-lipped infant daughter to the US for plastic surgery.
I planned my lunch plans for the next few days, and as an after-thought, thought about going on a diet, though that thought only lasted for all of 5 seconds before I reached for a bag of chips. (What is marathon TV watching without junk food I ask you?!) I started thinking a little bit about work, but gave up after about 5 minutes. I mean, it's a holiday after all, I'll think about what I'm suppose to think about tomorrow, or if I really have to. And I'm also thinking when I can find time to take off and watch a movie called "Crazy Stone" by China's version of the brilliant Tarantino.
I contemplated changing my career, from one who entails my sitting at my desk on my big butt 8 hours a day, to travel show host, an actress, to owning a ranch, being a fisherman, or just a salesgirl. My career choice was largely dependant on what show was on TV at that point in time.
I mean, seriously, heck, I can do anything I want to do, And surely, I'm entitled to doing something I find interesting and like. Like Ian Wright. Like Anthony Bourdain. Like Jamie Oliver. Like the guy who likes climbing mountains who has a job bring tourists mountain climbing. Heck! I want a job like that too!
I think I'll go sit down for a while and figure out what job it is that I want to do.
But maybe I should switch off the telly first.
Geez! I really should stop watching so much TV!
I spent the entire day at home, lounging around, watching TV or just doing absolutely nothing. And I consider it a day well-spent, and only wished I had more time to 'vegetate' myself into oblivion.
But alas, my one day of break is almost over, and it's back to the grindstone at work tomorrow. (Until my next weekend break in Malaysia at least. Oh boy I can't wait! An entire weekend of vegetating!)
Anyway, the day wasn't ill-spent. I learnt a couple of recipes watching The Naked Chef cook, with clothes on. I managed to travel off the well-beaten track with Ian Wright. (The guy's a riot!), not to mention stay in a US$7,000 a night villa with him. (I wish I had a villa next to the sea too, with a valet to unpack my clothes and a butler to feed me orange juice when I emerge from underwater when swimming!)
I watched "Judging Amy", "Life As It Is", "Seinfield", "The Rock" and loads of other little bits and pieces here and there. Not too bad an effort for a whole day of being a coach potato is it?
I read the papers back to back, as well as finished the last bit of the Jasper Fforde novel "The Big Over Easy". Looking for something else to read, I tried the Chinese papers as well, and read about Faye Wong bringing her possibly hare-lipped infant daughter to the US for plastic surgery.
I planned my lunch plans for the next few days, and as an after-thought, thought about going on a diet, though that thought only lasted for all of 5 seconds before I reached for a bag of chips. (What is marathon TV watching without junk food I ask you?!) I started thinking a little bit about work, but gave up after about 5 minutes. I mean, it's a holiday after all, I'll think about what I'm suppose to think about tomorrow, or if I really have to. And I'm also thinking when I can find time to take off and watch a movie called "Crazy Stone" by China's version of the brilliant Tarantino.
I contemplated changing my career, from one who entails my sitting at my desk on my big butt 8 hours a day, to travel show host, an actress, to owning a ranch, being a fisherman, or just a salesgirl. My career choice was largely dependant on what show was on TV at that point in time.
I mean, seriously, heck, I can do anything I want to do, And surely, I'm entitled to doing something I find interesting and like. Like Ian Wright. Like Anthony Bourdain. Like Jamie Oliver. Like the guy who likes climbing mountains who has a job bring tourists mountain climbing. Heck! I want a job like that too!
I think I'll go sit down for a while and figure out what job it is that I want to do.
But maybe I should switch off the telly first.
Geez! I really should stop watching so much TV!
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