Cry

Seth: Why do people cry?
….
Maggie: Well… umm… tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.
Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?
Maggie: [pause] I don’t know.
Seth: Maybe… maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can’t contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful, and your body weeps.

[City of Angels, 1998]

I cannot cry in public. I have this theory about the amount of tears one can cry in public, and I have exhausted mine long ago. My primary school teachers and friends are witnesses to that.

And sometimes, I’d watch a sad movie, and cry, and I’d feel this burden lifted from my chest.

Yeah, weird, but whatever works, eh?

My top choices?

1. Armageddon,

2. Endless Love (Korean drama),

3. My Sister’s Keeper,

4. The Notebook,

5. A Walk To Remember,

6. My Girl,

7. Ghost,

8. Romeo + Juliet,

9. Beyond Borders,

… and of course,

10. City of Angels.

Yeah, and I’m not alone on the whole felt-upset?-watch-a-sad-movie-and-cry-your-heart-out routine. This girl actually posted a question in http://www.answers.yahoo.com:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100110194539AAlhIZ4

Any good suggestions for sad movies?

so I know this sounds super depressive but when I’m upset or feeling down I like to watch sad movies that make me cry cause then I can cry at other situations besides my own. I guess it’s a sort of therapy for me. My boyfriend is in the navy and I get to see him about every 3 or 4 months so I end up getting upset a lot. I’ve been watching the same movies over and over thoug so any suggestions of sad movies for me??

A Thousand Yellow Daisies ♥

Gilmore Girls’ 1st season finale (Love, Daisies, and Troubadours):

MAX: We can’t keep getting this close just to have something completely derail us again. And frankly there’s only one thing I can think of that could solve it.

LORELAI: Break up.

MAX: Ugh.

LORELAI: Well, I’m not interested in a murder-suicide kind of thing. .

MAX: We should get married.

[pause]

LORELAI: Give me a clue as to whether you’re kidding or not.

MAX: I am not kidding.

LORELAI: Good clue.

MAX: What do you say?

LORELAI: Nothing. Max, you did not just propose to me.

MAX: Yes I did.

LORELAI: No. A proposal had to be something more than the desperate desire to end a bickering match.

MAX: It was more than that.

LORELAI: No, it has to be planned. It should be magical. There should be music playing and romantic lighting and a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question. There should be a thousand yellow daisies and candles and a horse and I don’t know what the horse is doing there unless you’re riding it, which seems a little over the top, but it should be more than this.

MAX: You’re right.

LORELAI: I am right.

MAX: I’m sorry.

LORELAI: It’s okay.

[Lorelai comes through the door]

KIRK: That’s not what I was saying before.

MICHEL: It is a little variation that will still lead to a punch on the nose.

[Michel and Kirk come through the door]

MICHEL: Daisies no less. As if I would order these pitiful little things. Foul things, these daisies. And just a notch up from weeds. And look how many. I mean, there must be at least. . .

LORELAI: A thousand of them. A thousand yellow daisies.

[Pan around inn's lobby, which is filled with daisies. Lorelai walks into the middle and them and looks around.]

KIRK: That’s right. There’s exactly a thousand of them. The order states that there is to be exactly 1000. Not 1001, not 999, but 1000. You ask for 1000, I bring 1000. I don’t question the orders. I merely fill them.

[Lorelai sits down on a table in the middle of all the daisies, pulls out her cell phone and calls Max.]

MAX: I couldn’t find a horse.

LORELAI: You didn’t have to.

MAX: Don’t say anything, okay, please. You were right last night. I shouldn’t have proposed to you like that. It was stupid. It was the wrong place, and the wrong time, and I kicked myself the entire night for doing it. But you were wrong about something too. I didn’t propose to you because we were fighting. I proposed because I love you. We’re in a bad pattern Lorelai and we have to break it. And other than that murder suicide thing you were talking about, which would be illegal and messy, I can only think to be impetuous.

LORELAI: Max.

MAX: No, listen, I woke up this morning and I realized that I have studied and talked a great literature all my life and those stories are replete with characters that let opportunities slip by. But what I teach is more than just literature, its lessons in life. And if I don’t follow the tenants of those lessons, I’m not the man I thought I was. The man I want to be.

LORELAI: God, you talk so good.

MAX: I don’t want an answer now. I’ve thought about this. I want you to do the same. I love you Lorelai Gilmore. And I know this to be true. I’ll talk to you later. [They both hang up]

[Lorelai looks around at the daisies]

LORELAI: Oh my . . .

Yes, exactly. Oh my… ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Interview With The Scholar

I was some sort of celebrity once.

LOL.

That was really an exaggeration.

A local newspaper wanted to interview me after I was named Miss Universe won a bronze medal in Chemistry Olympiad.

The questions was really standard, like “Who is the person who supported you thoroughout everything?” (Duh??!! You can never answer this one wrong. Parents, teachers, family…and if you feel like it, add friends. LOL)

Then came an unexpected question:

“Who is your favorite chemist of all time and why?”

It really got me thinking. I could’ve said Dalton, but I don’t even remember Dalton’s Law. I could’ve said Marie Curie for discovering radioactivity, but it would be really common. So I remember one of my friend’s favorite character, and said it: (yeah, so I plagiarized)

Warner Heisenberg.

For his works in quantum mechanics.

Except that he turned out to be a physicist. x___x

Heisenberg is best known for his uncertainty principles in quantum theory. And his first name is Werner.

At least nobody reads that paper anyway.

*Sadly, this is a true story*

Don’t Take Life Sitting Down

Is Go Girl’s logo.

And what is a Go Girl, you might ask?

Simply put, GoGirl is the way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant or non-existent bathrooms. It’s a female urination device (sometimes called a FUD) that allows you to pee while standing up. It’s neat. It’s discreet. It’s hygienic.

So…now girls can actually pee standing up, and not have to withstand the disgustingly dirty public bathrooms. The question remains…would you use it?

Cable Drawings

Look what I found in http://www.todayandtomorrow.net :

Cute, huh?

Quote

Life is short. Break the rules. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably. And never regret anything that made you smile. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should Dance.

Read it and liked it instantly.

Things A Girl Shouldn’t Be Exposed To

1. The classic fairytale

I mean, do you really think that the story of the born-pretty-had-a-happy-childhood-then-her-father-died-and-she’s-left-in-the-hands-of-her-cruel-stepmother-and-was put-to-work-and-cry-in-the-night-and-had-mice-as-friends-even-though-that’s-not-sanitary-and-she-had-to-wait-for-Prince-Charming-to-save-her-and-even-need-fairy-godmother-to-go-to-a-stupid-ball Cinderella?

Tell her about the Cinderella who, despite how she looks, strives for the things she wanted in life and worked really hard and got them, which includes Prince Charming. Or screw the prince. She can get another man with more backbone; for all we know, Charming might have one hell of a smile, too much gel in his hair, a too-chauvinistic attitude, and no brains at all.

Tell her that Cinderella decided she’d had it all, left home, opened a circus with her rodent friends, got really rich, and married a gentleman who loves her and asks her for her hand even though she was an orphan with a circus.

Or she could marry a sword-swallower named Gregory the Great and have 12 kids.

Instead of the Rapunzel who waited all day long in her tower, waiting for a knight in shining armor to save her, tell her about the Rapunzel who shoved the witch off the window, tied the end of her hair to the window-pane and climb down the tower using her hair, then cutting that famous hair short. And then taking over the empire and became the first known female ruler instead of Elizabeth.

Instead of- well, you got the point.

The moral story might be nice, you know, about good conquering evil and whatnot. But the question is…or questions:

“What if the girl developed the Cinderella syndrome? Just wait until that one man comes, preferably handsome and rich, who would swept her off her feet and marries her and they’ll live happily ever after?”

“What if the girl believes so very in love at the first sight, that she marries some handsome dude with borderline personality disorder with a side of schizophrenia named Gavin after they danced once, just because Cinderella and Charming danced and fell in love?”

“What if the girl’s not pretty?”

Will she be bulimic or anorexic and have facial reconstruction? Because every Cinderella, every Rapunzel, every Aurora, none of them is ugly or even average-looking. They’re the classic beauty, and one of the many reasons they became the wives of Prince Charming (what’s the deal with that anyway, none of the Prince had any real names save for ‘Charming’. Are they all the same person who is a practicing Mormon? LOL). None of the tales shows an ugly or average looking princess who was valued for her inner beauties. Which then brings me to the second reason:

2. Barbie dolls.

Yes. The anorexic, freakishly unproportioned doll. If she were scaled to human size, she would be 7’2″ with a 40″ bust, a 22″ waist and 36″ hips. Plus, she has a really sensitive feeling; the producer of the doll, Mattel, sued the Danish pop band Aqua, for their 1997 song “Barbie Girl”, depicting the plastic doll as a bimbo and a party girl.

But Aqua won the trial, and hurt Barbie’s little PVC feelings.

Compare to The Body Shop’s doll, Ruby:

Notice the caption?

3. Teletubies.

I’ve always want to ask a question everytime I caught that program on TV…

“What the hell is that!?”

4. Perry’s Chemical Engineering Handbook.

Seriously.

Have you seen the book?

5. Crazy and/or obsessive stalker.

6. Second-hand smoke.

7. Asbestos fumes.

8. Nuclear waste.

On further though, number 8 should’ve came first.

Hey, whatever.

The Optimist and The Pessimist

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Hmmm…not the appropriate quote for my story here.

Desperate times makes it clear whether you are an optimist or a pessimist.

Yap, that’s more like it.

Today I started my first batch of thermophilic composting. So today’s work consists of chopping up water lettuce, dry leaves, and freshly -mown grass.

With two pairs of scissors. Go figure.

1st pair of scissors: So many leaves.

2nd pair of scissors: Yeah.

1st pair of scissors: Hmmm…how many more do we have to cut?

2nd pair of scissors: Lots more to go.

1st pair of scissors: *sighs* Let’s just forget the whole research, drop out of school and get married.

2nd pair of scissors: *laughs*

After the cuttings are done, came the setting up of appliances.

1st pair of scissors: Hey, aren’t they supposed to be immersed in water? They kept floating up on the surface.

2nd pair of scissors: Ummm…how about putting rocks to hold them down?

1st pair of scissors: Ummm…okay. Where are the rocks?

2nd pair of scissors: Arrrgh, I give up. Let’s just forget the whole research, drop out of school and get married.

As it turns out, one of the scissors is a pessimist and the other one is a faux optimist. =p

*The scissors didn’t mean anything they say, they claim to have been under the influence…of stress.*

My Sister’s Keeper

Once upon a time, I thought I was put on Earth to save my sister.
And in the end, I couldn’t do it.

As an infant, Kate was diagnosed with acute promyelocytic leukemia, which was rare. And since neither her parents nor her elder brother, Jesse, was a match for transplant, her parents follow her doctor’s off-the-record advice: a younger sibling, genetically designed to be a match for Kate. And so, via in vitro fertilization, Anna Fitzgerald was brought into this world. She gave Kate lymphocytes when she was only five, kicking and screaming and had to be held down by two nurses. Umbilical cord, lymphocytes, granulocytes, bone marrow, she had given it all to Kate. Eight procedures within the eleven years of her existence.

But when Kate went into renal failure at age 15, Anna knew she will have to donate one of her kidneys to Kate. So Anna sues her parents for medical emancipation and the rights to her own body. Attorney Campbell Alexander agrees to work for Anna as her guardian ad litem, suing for partial termination of parental rights. It is later learned he agreed to take the case not for the notoriety, but because he is an epileptic and understands her predicament of not having control over one’s own body.

When her parents asked her why she was doing it and whether she doesnot love her sister, Anna replied that if she donates a kidney, she will be unable to live the life she wants; she will no longer be able to take part in extracurricular activities such as cheerleading and soccer, or be a mother.

When you are brought into the world to ‘provide spare parts’ for someone else, how do you deal with it? It’s perfectly normal for Anna to be enraged and rebelled at the point where she was asked to sacrifice the quality of the rest of her life, when she was only eleven.

It turns out that Kate does not even want Anna’s kidney, she has no confidence in another operation and prefers to die, and since Sara does not listen to her she has requested Anna to file for medical emancipation, and refuse to donate a kidney. Their older brother Jesse had known about it all along and urges Anna to tell but she doesn’t dare say any more so he reveals it himself. Before the case is settled, Kate dies in her sleep at the hospital with her mother in her arms. After Kate’s death, Campbell brings the court decision – Anna won the case. The family moves on with their lives, being changed by Kate’s death, but every year on Kate’s birthday they go to Montana, which was her “most favorite place in the world”.

In the book version, written by Jodi Picoult, Anna was involved in a car accident and was left brain dead. So all her organs was donated, and her kidney was given to Kate, who continued to live. At the end of the book, Kate explains that she thinks she has survived for so long because someone had to die, and Anna took her place. Whenever she misses her sister, she looks at the scar from her kidney transplant and feels that Anna is with her wherever she goes.

The book sucks. I don’t want to ever read it.

Love Knot

A love knot was originally a complicated knot tied by sailors to remind them of the bond with their loved ones when away from home. Typically consisting of two pieces of rope bound together, they were thought to possess much good luck for anyone who could tie them.

In the 18th century it became popular for people to draw intricate patterns during courtship. The more complicated the design, the more that person loved. These also became known as love knots, or lover’s knots.

A love knot in jewelry terms is made of three or more intertwined loops of metal that are flattened after being assembled together. Vesper’s Algerian Love Knot is made of 4 rings of metal with an intricate Arabic design.

You might ask, “Who’s Vesper?”

Eva Green as Vesper Lynd

Vesper Lynd is a fictional character of Ian Fleming’s James Bond novel Casino Royale. In the 1967 film of Casino Royale she is played by Ursula Andress. In the 2006 film of the same name she is played by Eva Green.

Vesper is Bond’s first romantic interest as presented in Fleming’s original novels. Other than Bond’s future wife Tracy, she is the only woman in the series to whom Bond proposes.

Vesper Lynd is a pun on West Berlin. Like her namesake, the Cold War-era city of Berlin, Vesper’s loyalties are split down the middle. In the 2006 film version of the novel, Vesper Lynd is a foreign liaison agent from the HM Treasury’s Financial Action Task Force assigned to make sure that Bond adequately manages the funds provided by MI6. However, she is secretly a double agent working for Quantum. She is extorted into this role by a threat to her boyfriend Yusef’s life. The necklace she wears depicts an “Algerian love knot.”

This love knot has been the object of my obsession of late. LOL

Algerian Love Knot

There’s just something…indescribably attractive about this necklace. It supposed to represent eternal love, since it’s made up of rings that has no end.

But to think about it again, it also has no beginning.

Huh…

Compare with Claddagh Ring that Angel gave to Buffy in Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

Claddagh Ring

The Claddagh ring (Irish: fáinne Chladaigh) is a traditional Irish ring given as a token of love or worn as a wedding ring. The design and customs associated with it originated in the Irish fishing village of Claddagh, located just outside the city of Galway.

The Claddagh’s distinctive design features two hands clasping a heart, and usually surmounted by a crown. The elements of this symbol are often said to correspond to the qualities of love (the heart), friendship (the hands), and loyalty (the crown). The expression which was associated with these symbols in the giving of the ring was: “With my two hands I give you my heart, and crown it with my loyalty.” Yet, the expression, “Let love and friendship reign forever” can be found as another meaning for the symbols.

The way that a Claddagh ring is worn on the hand is usually intended to convey the wearer’s romantic availability, or lack thereof. The ring is worn on the right hand with the heart facing outward to show that the wearer is not romantically linked but is looking for love. When turned inwards, it is shown that the wearer is in a relationship, or their heart has been “captured”. Noting that the heart is pointing down the hand and into the veins which lead to the wearer’s heart. The ring worn on the left hand with the heart facing outward shows the wearer is engaged; turned inward indicates the wearer is married.