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Sunday, 20 July 2008

  • Something new..

    Goodbye Xanga.

    I used to not have a hard time committing. Ironically that was back in high school, the time when you’re most prone to change. Not until college and its aftermath have I realized the difficulty of me committing.

    And so I'm leaving to blog somewhere new. Because my world is being seen through brand new eyes.

    Here's the redirect: http://devyempr.wordpress.com. Read it!

Friday, 18 July 2008

  • Holy Crap Batman!



    I saw The Dark Knight with my brothers (and one of my brother's girlfriend) at the midnight showing at Edward's Cinema. The only other time I've ever gone up to see a midnight showing of a new movie was Sweeney Todd. Now, despite really enjoying Sweeney Todd, I was too tired that night and I passed out a few times; it took subsequent sittings to like the movie the way I do now.

    I was geeking out too much to want to close my eyes last night.

    Seriously, everyone needs to watch this movie. It's so smart and so entertaining. And a perfect balance between action and storyline, IMO. Plus, Christian Bale is hot. And the Joker was absolutely amazing and creepy. My favorite actor in the movie had to be Aaron Eckhart as Harvey Dent - he rocked his character. Everyone need to watch this movie.


    But I was geeking out for another reason - the Watchmen Movie! If you haven't read the graphic novel by Alan Moore (same guy who wrote "V for Vendetta"), you owe it to the literary gods and your innate quest for knowledge to read it. It's the only graphic novel to be on Time's 100 best books and it well deserves to be in it. It's so good!


Monday, 14 July 2008

  • The Few Things That Scare Me

    So I'm trying to practice for my job interview tomorrow. Usually I'm calm and collected prior to the inevitable. I'm not fearless by any means. But when people cower while watching scary movies, I yell angrily, telling the actors what to do in order to survive. When people cringe at the sight of a leg being amputated (on the John Adams HBO miniseries - I was not expecting that AT ALL), I stared in wonder. But I am not fearless.

    I am scared shitless of this interview. I mean shitless. Like I'm-going-to-hurl-I-want-to-pee-in-my-pants scared. I'm scared to mess up, scared I won't get the job, scared I'll say the wrong things. Granted pre-interview jitters and stress is necessary and normal, but still, I am scared.

    And then my mind's wandering on what scares me. Like I said, scary movies, hospital shows, blood and guts - not scared at all. The most random things scare me.
    • Amphibians: I HATE frogs. Can't sta nd them. I don't know why. Maybe it's the fact that they're slimy and have big beaty eyes and croak, but there is something just geniunely despicable about frogs, and other amphibians to me that I just run away and hide. I remember this one time there was a frog in the house; the minute my dad found it I ran and locked myself in my room. Yea, I'm never living that one down. I mean, look at it! It's got red eyes!
    • Marshmallows: I have this recurring dream where I'm falling from the sky and running through clouds. Except these clouds are marshmallows and I bounce on them, get whiplash, then keep falling. I really don't like marshmallows (on occassion I do bring my nerves up so I can eat smores).
    • Failing: I feel like a lot of people are scared of failing. Sometimes it gets so bad that I don't even want to start anything to avoid the possible negative outcome. I've learned my lesson, but I still get that heart-stopping moment once in a while when I think of the bad side of things.
    • Talking on the phone: Every time! I get scared answering it, I get scared talking on it, I get scared dialing a number, I get scared listening to my voicemail. I don't understand; literally, my heart will stop and I will get an anxiety attack every time I have to use my voice or listen to a voice on the phone. I rarely answer phone calls and I almost never check my voicemail. It's out of control. When someone texts me I answer *snap* like that, but calling me... You'll never get me. Ever... Well, not ever, but it'll take you a while to.
    That's all I can think of write now. I know there's more really random ones I'm scared of - it's just not coming to me right now. And I hope it doesn't.

    I hope this interview isn't as scary as I'm making it out to be. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, 01 July 2008

  • I could never be a veterinarian.

    Yesterday my mom and I took Ken (the family dog) to the vet since he's been unlike himself the past 2-3 weeks. Urinating everywhere (much to the chagrin of my mom), lazy, no energy, not eating. We got his test results today that said that 1) he has diabetes and needs insulin shots and 2) has an incurable, but treatable kidney problem. Ken had another appointment at the hospital today about his kidney problem; we were told that he has ketosis and was admitted for an indefinite amount of time.

    For those that don't know what ketosis is, it's a buildup of ketone derivatives in the body and is used as a form of energy when there isn't a lot of glucose/sugar present. The danger comes when ketones are decarboxylated to form acetone, which clearly shouldn't be in the body. So Ken has a huge amount of ketone in his body and is not feeling good at all.

    I cried like a little baby when I heard. Even seeing him better and lively and crazy like he was before I was bawling like a little girl. How could I not? I love this dog - he makes me, us, so very happy. Even writing this part makes me teary-eyed, me being super-sensitive to everything. The fam went to visit him and hearing his cries and the cries of the other dogs... I could never be a vet. I couldn't professionally keep my heart breaking from every patient I got, patients who can only vocalize their pain by yelps and can't describe what they're going through. 

    But at least Kenny's okay. Yay!

Monday, 30 June 2008