Lois Lane is one iconic character I’ve always had an affinity to. When I was in high school, I used to use her name whenever I join writing competitions, so much so that I got a Facebook message from a schoolmate I couldn’t even remember, calling me “Lois” instead of my real name. I don’t even read the comics and I’m only familiar with the old Christopher Reeve movies then. I was also pretty much obsessed with the TV show Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, which starred Teri Hatcher and Dean Cain.
I guess it’s maybe because she’s a journalist and I’ve made up my mind early that I also wanted to be one. It didn’t happen for me, though. I lack Lois’ spunk and nosiness, anyway. Now on to Smallville. It now feels like a different show from its early seasons. With all the comic-book characters popping up every week, not to mention the core characters, I guess I’ll need a directory submission to keep track of the who’s who of the Justice League and their villains. I’ve been going over the forums to see how fans are reacting to the whole Lois and Clark romance in the show’s 9th season, and I wasn’t at all surprised to see that there are those who prefer the (noncanonical per the comics) character of Chloe to end up with Clark. I can see why, with all the build-up from earlier seasons and also because I preferred Chloe over Lana Lang (Kristin Kreuk), who, frankly, annoyed the hell out of me. But now, it’s the Lois & Clark show and I’m all for it. This is fictional destiny (if there is another kind) after all.
I’m reminded of that song from West Side Story: “I feel pretty, oh so pretty; I feel pretty and witty and bright!”
Ah, if only one can feel like that everyday. That would be nice. But there are some days when you just feel like crap and you’re too tired to care. What? That’s just me? Oh, well.
As part of my preparations for my sister’s wedding last weekend, I had my hair straightened, got a manicure/pedicure, had my eyebrows threaded, and if only I didn’t lack the time (and money) I probably would have had a facial, too. Skin care these days not only means looking for the best acne treatments. I got myself a pamphlet from a leading skin care clinic and I wanted to scream at the prices of their services. Geez, I guess I’ll only do these things when there are special occassions. And maybe the next time I feel crappy again.
One funny thing about me, I get excited about health products. Give me a list of what a food supplement can do and you’ll find that you can easily make a sale of vitamins for women or a cholesterol-lowering shake, or a “healthy” diet plan. I’m a little wary about vitamins, though, because I’ve tried products that promise to be “complete” but instead make me feel dizzy and more lethargic instead. I guess “complete” is not the way to go; so I just have to find what I need instead.
Now here’s one reason why playing sports could be the best fat burner you can take advantage of: it just is. Ok, that’s not a reason, but I had this thought while doing badminton drills with a company-hired trainer. Because we used to only play leisurely for most of our badminton-playing days, my friends and I are not used to having to work on repetitive drills. It can actually be more tiring than playing a doubles set. It also fully exposed my weakness, which is speed, or the lack of it. It’s not enough to know the shots, to have control, to be in the right position, or to know how to anticipate your opponent’s and your partner’s shots. You have to be alert and fast. Badminton is not called the fastest racket sport for nothing anyway. And to say that I’m not fully adept with all those other things I mentioned, it will take a lot of hardwork before I get to the level that I would be fine to stay on.
My sister got married last Saturday. It was a beautiful and intimate celebration witnessed by family and friends. I couldn’t be happier because my sis looked so happy. She’s got a good guy on her side and that makes me feel assured, too. Maybe there’s a lot more to say, but I felt I didn’t have to even when I greeted the newly weds. For much of the time my sister had been living with me in the city, she’s shown how much of an awesome adult she has become. I realized that even though I’ve been so independent for much of my life since I went to college, I’ve depended on my sis a lot lately as well because there are things that she just does a lot better than I do. So I’m pretty sure she’s going to be fine in facing the new challenges that married life brings. It’s going to be another one of those things that she’ll learn before I do.
When they finally get to settle in Canada, as planned, I’d surely hope to visit them not too far in the future. I’ll book me some Toronto hotels and maybe look for a Sarah McLachlan show while I’m there.
During the recent Hit for Haiti Part II (part I was an impromptu exhibition spearheaded by Roger Federer before the Australian Open), two legends of the game - who else but old rivals Pete Sampras and Andre Agassi - in a possibly huge judgement error from both sides, did this:
Well, I can safely say Andre lost a lot of fans because of this. It was an inappropriate and very unrelevant joke, notwithstanding the fact that “everybody knows it by now” [that Pete’s a bad tipper (from Agassi’s biography). Not that it made me side with Sampras, who was just “a bit” more restricted (maybe because he can’t talk as spontaneously as Andre); he served a ball to Agassi’s head for crying out loud! And Andre wasn’t even in the receiving end. Not cool, dude. Just stingy. The grudge between these two would fill a Titan luggage. Makes me appreciate the Federer-Nadal rivalry a whole lot more.
Andre publicly apologized, while Pete is just bummed out.
Ah, I almost forgot that Hit for Haiti, featuring tons of Grand Slam titles together in one court, will be aired today. For us who may not have TV coverage, live streaming of the event is available at several websites. Please go to this site for a comprehensive list.
I wonder if it’s as hot in the States these days as what we experience everyday. But the exhibition games featuring women’s doubles (Graf/Davenport vs Navratilova/Henin) and men’s doubles (Sampras/Federer vs Agassi/Nadal) will happen at night, under the lights of Indian Wells, Calif., so I’m guessing heat won’t be much of a factor. I don’t expect to see Minka Aire fans anywhere in the stadium, though.
I’ve read somewhere that people hold on to good memories while trying to forget the bad ones. Yeah, I didn’t have to read that to arrive at such realization. It’s a given. It’s not as if you can buy memory to replace the bad ones you have, nor upgrade it like you would do on your PCs.
I don’t enjoy reading my own journal entries although I insist on keeping one lately. I didn’t use to write diaries when I was living with my parents, who, at any time, can be expected to rummage through my stuff. To be fair, they honestly think such actions are within their right, and I no longer fault them for that. That’s when I realized that I have become an adult. Albeit one who needs to make better use of her own memories.
Brains!
My brother plays it, my sisters play it, my officemates play it, everyone go ga-ga about Plants vs Zombies! Why? It’s pure, harmless fun. And maybe a bit psychologically environmentally relevant (duh?!). Well, there could be a huge subliminal message in all this besides “plants good, zombies bad.” Maybe “Go green,” or something like that. While you’re at it, use hybrid cars and cheap auto insurance.
But, really, they’re coming. The zombies, that is. To eat your brains. So go plant. Check this game out .
