We watched Tangled last night. It’s very sweet and enchanting. This scene is magical.
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Bebes
Matt and I finally got to watching the documentary Babies. Truth be told, we fell asleep halfway during a crying scene and when we woke up the next morning, Matt turned to me and said, “We’re going to be terrible parents.”
BUT! The half of the film that I did see was wonderful! The cinematography is gorgeous and the babies are oh-so adorable. Babies are pretty mesmerizing for those who have the patience to sit and gaze at them.
I’ve been having some feelings lately. As I mentioned on Twitter, I think I may be developing that disease where you sort of want one of those tiny human creatures that look like you. More on that at another time.
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Gone too soon
‘Twas a very good weekend, so carefree and full of snuggles, the type of weekend that makes your heart deflate a little the moment the sun starts to fade on Sunday evening. No, no, no, weekend, please don’t go, I’m not through with you yet. Stay awhile. I’ll pour you some tea, or how about some scotch? (Psss … someone, run out and get me some scotch.) But alas, it vanishes into the night, leaving us its evil replacement: Monday. Shiver. ‘Til next time, I suppose. Here are some snippets.
- Went shopping. Found this:
$29.80 at Forever 21. You could just kiss me, I know. Sometimes I think that if I wear warm clothes, the god of weather will take a look at my wardrobe and think, “Oh yeah! It’s fall! Thank you for reminding me!” and tweak the temperature accordingly. This never works, of course, and I’m often left annoyed and sweaty.
- Went to a potluck. Made my famous guacamole (okay, okay, I used the premade mix from the grocery store BUT added a ton of other good stuff — delish!) and these little heart attacks:
Some were a little burnt, as you can tell, but who cares? They were wrapped in bacon! The potluck was so much fun. We ate deliciousness, played beer pong (I was benched after missing the table repeatedly), sang karaoke and watched some girl-on-girl MMA action (disgusting, but surprisingly entertaining). Went home tired and happy.
- Went to Borders. Had every intention of checking out all your great recommendations, but was lured by the bargain table and ended up picking up The Orchid Thief by Susan Orlean (always wanted to read it, but never got to it) and Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff (never heard of it, but seemed enticing). Also hung out in the kid’s section and fell in love with The Gift of Nothing by Patrick McDonnell. I shoved it in Matt’s face, telling him he had to read this book RIGHT THIS SECOND, then watched him intently as he flipped through the pages. “What did you think? So special, huh? Do you feel all warm and fuzzy?” I asked. “Eh,” he replied. I then went on to question my choice of boyfriends.
- Saw Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist after some rave reviews. It was not so good. I can’t stand puke (or verge of puking) scenes and there were plenty of those. I did, however, like Kat Dennings’ lipstick.
- Went to a wine tasting event. Classy.
- Ate pho twice.
- Straightened up my room. Still doesn’t feel clean.
- Ran a little.
- Re-hydrated.
- Hugged a lot.
‘Tis all. Goodbye weekend. I love you.
“Go ahead and feel what I want you to feel — jealous.”
Des, Alice and I went to watch Sex and the City tonight. I loved it very much and still feel all twirly inside. I wanted to squeeze someone’s hand when I saw the pretty dresses, but the person sitting next to me was Alice and she doesn’t like to be touched. Alice was also sitting next to Des, who started crying during the opening credits. At mushy moments throughout film, Des would touch Alice’s cheeks to see if she was crying and when she discovered she wasn’t, she’d whisper, “Do you not have emotions?! ” Alice would utter things like “ew, gag” at any mention of love, following your heart or The One. I tried shushing her, telling her she’s ruining the moment, but she’d just start giggling. And then I’d giggle, too.
I’m going to miss Alice a lot. Did you know she’s moving to New York in less than a month? I’ve been in denial for a really long time, but seeing SATC made it seem real. OK, this can’t be my Goodbye Alice post. I guess it’s more like my Step One: Realization post. Sigh. Sadness.
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Miserable Self Pitying Loser Pie. Lumpy oatmeal with fruitcake mashed in. Flambé of course.
Dear Baby,
I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms without an ounce of selfishness in it.
Watch Waitress!
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All you need is love (and Hugh Grant)
Because I refuse to write one more sentence (OK, two more) and because it’s sorta almost Christmas and because I’m feeling particularly sappy and because we just love those British accents, let’s watch some “Love Actually” clips!
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The Notebook
I never really watched The Notebook. I sort of did on a plane with Cat, when, halfway though, we decided to share a pair of headphones and sit through the rest. We both agreed that it was the cheesiest thing ever. (Why are they always in the rain? BUY AN UMBRELLA, DANG IT!) But if it can make jaded Natasha a blubbering mess, perhaps I should give it another try. I mean, just look at this rubbish. It’s ridiculous, it’s painful, it’s … sort of sweet:
Sort of. If you are a girl who would like to help me understand this chick classic, please let me know. Then we can paint our nails and talk about our periods.
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A RevelAsian
Just went to a VC FilmFest screening in J-Town. I saw a trio of short documentaries that explore Asian American issues. I was so impressed, particularly with Pilgrimage by Tad Nakamura. It tells the story of the Japanese Americans who started the Manzanar Pilgrimage. It’s very well done.
Whenever I used to go to events like this, where Asian Americans are so passionate about bringing forth stories of injustice, I would always feel a sense of detachment. Growing up with very Americanized parents (who take Tango lessons and actually use their dishwasher to wash dishes) in Torrance (Asians everywhere) and then going to college in Irvine (even more Asians everywhere), I never really felt like a minority. And I never thought much about race, because, well, I never really needed to. When my peers would have heated discussions on topics like cultural identity, I would just usually just stare down and pick the lint out of my fingernails. I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve never been hurt by racism. Sure, while living in Arizona, I got a fair share of “Konichiwas” from random drunken white boys at bars, but to me, things like that are more stupid and ridiculous than offensive. Perhaps I’ve just always felt that I’m one of the lucky Asian Americans who somehow dodged this bullet and therefore have had no need to dig back into the issue. Not my turf, not my thing.
But alas, my career path took an interesting turn and I now find myself immersed in the Asian American scene. And I’ve never been more fascinated. The past three months have been a crash course in Korean American studies and, no matter how out of place I may seem, I think I’m doing OK. I’ve interviewed comfort women, transgender people and friends of victims at Virginia Tech. I’ve written stories that might otherwise go untold. Now, I’m starting to get it.
The director of Pilgrimage is a 20-something yonsei, a fourth-generation Japanese American. He might have had an American life similar to my own. And yet he has connected himself to the stories of his ancestors because they are important. Because they bring lessons that new generations can apply today. Because they have shaped him into who he is.
I feel proud to be Asian American. Weird.
