Doubts

It's funny how I've started to watch movies that I would've never have
borrowed if I didn't end up bedridden, ass operated with a disability
to go to the rental shop meself. I started watching action movies
where the ending becomes the predictable one second after the credits;
I watched a drama, where Ashton Kutcher tries to be arty and all
serious ( he was pretty good in it by the way ). The flick I saw this
morning was different. I used it as the 'last movie of the rack' to
watch since my driver rented five and that was my forth to watch. It
came out surprisingly good. Meryl Streep never ceases to amaze me. Her
acting, her performance and even the way her face wrinkles... GOLD!
Despite the fact that revue was a staged comedy act, I've always taken
a huge interest in acting, especially characterization. It was the
NUTS play "The Man of La Mancha" that got me so involved in such
activities, which, by nature, I would have found quite unpleasantly
funny. I mean, who wants to go around in a room walking and pretending
to be someone you're not.

The movie's called "Doubt". Boring actors, Meryl Streep and Philip
Seymor Hoffman. No eye candy nor witty one liner I could throw my
whole self to this pool of amazement in. Somehow, my attention never
swayed away from the screen while the movie was on. It was about this
priest at a church school, who was accused of seducing a young boy
(taking advantage) by the nun who originally was the principal of the
school. Now, in order to make the priest confess about it, Meryl's
character lied about a nun she called in the previous school that the
priest was at and the priest got so paranoid about it and confessed it
himself. As a nun who sides righteousness, Meryl's character was left
with a doubt for risking lying about something to let go of yet a
doubt. So, if you think about it, it's about doubt leading to doubts.

In life, I have so much doubts about a lot of things. Raised in a
family where the grown ups believe the past is pretty much kept hidden
in a chest, that is always opened when they seek justice. There were
so many things that happened in the past that I never knew of BUT
somehow while talking to my grandma a few months ago, I learnt a lot
of things about my mom. Be it good or bad, I have decided to bury the
facts, also hoping it would bury the hatchet between them. After a
while, I found it quite fair to just let them be what they want to be.
I mean, if they have grudge with each other, let them at it. It's not
my business and I would hate it if someone comes and tells me what I'm
doing is wrong. Now, after watching this movie, I find it quite normal
to have doubts as soon as you got rid of one.

Doubt is just like love and life themselves.Do not play around with it
unless you know there's a way to win it. Plus, you never know what
follows after....

You know what I really hate? You can get whatsoever piece of junk in
Burma, especially DVDs from all over the world but no one has any idea
whatsoever of their products. I got this dvd called "Impact" and I'm
pretty much hooked on it despite its low budgetness and a strand of
weird actors. I'm hoping it's a mini series since there are only two
episodes on the disc and if it's one of those seasonal episodes
series, it's gonna kill me just like the way Desperate Housewives did
to me. Hmm.. I believe I haven't mentioned that on my blog. Well, I
bought season four of Desperate Housewives since my good friend, Ben
W, has made me a survival kit ( a hard drive full of Tv series ). He
did his best but Desperate Housewives stops at episode ten of season
four. Now, I bought a DVD here that says forth season of Desperate
Housewives. You wouldn't believe how much I was overjoyed. Haven't had
that euphoric impact since the last time I won a writing competition
in grade three. But then, it capsized when I found out there were only
NINE episodes in that disc. I had a WTF week but I'm told there is a
place in Burma, where the vendor knows his shit. Hopefully I can get a
REAL complete forth season of Desperate Housewives. As for this
"Impact", it's either I let myself go of it after TWO fulfilling
episodes ( hey, a guy can't always get what he wants ) or just get
attached to it and get easily upset by the lack of further episodes.
Bummer!

It's been a while since I've written good shit on my blog. It had
mostly been drama, self reflectory entries or just a TMI entry about
my ass crack. I think that the best way to spend my time here is to
enjoy the most of it. I mean, I DO love my grandparents and my mom and
my sister and the dogs. Why can't I happy, right? They're pretty much
good to me.. How do I know?

Well, when someone is at his strongest, he has every will to make
things his ways but when someone is not, he falls weak to those he can
lean on. Yes, that person was me. Being in the hospital, I've lost my
'woohoo' ability for three days, but with the help of those who love
me, it went on quick without any sign of complaints. What did I wanna
eat? My grandparents made it happen. My mom came and slept with me.
They watched me bored and helpless but not a single word of
discouragement did I hear from them. Must be love eh? Now that I think
of it, I feel quite ashamed for wahing about little things in the past
and now even. No matter how big my issues are, nothing beats my
grandparents and my mom's courages. They are priceless and for that, I
feel quite fortunate and blame it on age, I cried last night cos I was
happy here for once.

Yes, so here comes one of my suckiest endeavours to enlighten your day
with something 'good' for a change. I am sucking on what they call a
J-cup here now. It's just a plastic cup sealed like easy way cups, but
slightly smaller, with artificial flavored gelatinous substance in it.
Mine's grape flavored. Normally if one gives me a plastic cup with
jelly in it, I'd peal the lid and eat the whole thing with a spoon. I
swear this jelly inside this so called J cup is too soft for spoonage.
Thus, people poke holes on that seal with a straw and treat this cup
like a huge piece ass of Yakult. Yes, we suck gel like liquids. Now,
as I watched the substance disappear through the transparent piece of
environmentally-unfriendly-only-if-not-recycled object and as I sucked
more of the diabetes-unfriendly juice, it somehow made me realize that
this is what liposuction would look like and that I was sucking on a
cup of fats. Grape flavored purple fats. Yum!

My favorite dog, E-Boo, has finally met his rival. If you remembered,
in one of my blog entries, there are three new entries to my family
tree at the moment, in shapes of four legged breed-all-the-time tail
waggers. Tori Spelling, Wee and Wee's mom. Yes, they do have other
names but they sound a bit too Burmese.. except Tori's name, which is
Sumo. But compared to an ugly fat Sumo, my dog, unfortunately, looks
more like an uglier Tori Spelling. (No offence, Tori.. never was a fan
of big chinned socialites) It's even worse that she used to be the
nineties Paris Hilton, but with a brain ten times bigger than Paris's.
That doesn't mean it's quite comparable to a normal human being's
brain. SNAP much? Now, back to my doggies. I have fallen in love with
Wee. That little bitch is teh cutest. It always comes to me and since
it's got that jingler on her neck (god, I miss Som's dance block), I
always could tell when she's around. She's a life version of the white
doggy from the animated Bolt. Now, I know what you're thinking.. I
mean, if there are people at comic conventions who can dress like
Naruto, it's pretty legal and sane to compare my dog to an animation,
so shut it whatever you're thinking. Hein hasn't gone mad. Wee always
likes biting me and it feels good to get bitten by a dog as opposed to
those who just lazes around you and lean on your foot like it's on a
never ending dog-nap. Well, by bite, I meant tease biting. It's not
like she's trying to bite my finger off. Wee likes to play in the
dirt. And her normally-pink nose was so black today. It looked so cute
I just had to squeeze her. I overdid it and she gave this doggy yelp.
You know, the sound dogs make when you run them over with your car?
You don't? Try it. Well, this doesn't mean I have given up on E-Boo
yet. E-Boo will always be my special number one dog... I mean, for a
four legged to hump my hairy leg and got all my leg hair entangled in
his thick doggy-man juice, he is by far the best thing I've ever come
across.

I'm glad my blog entry of today consists of a liposuction-look-alike
dessert and my wet humping favorite pet. Amen!