The Village

Brandon and I went to see “The Village” on Sunday. I figured out the twist before it was revealed. I’m so damn proud! And not to spoil it for those who hasn’t seen the movie, you can email me to ask when I figured it out. There are moments where Lucius would come for Ivy, taking her hand and lead her to safety without even saying a word, and she knew it was him. Suddenly, Joaquin Phoenix was just hot. Chivalry. True love. Quiet passion. That’s pretty hot....
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Somber

Just when I was about to go to bed, I was hit by this low grade meloncholy. A somber realization with a dash of morbidity and a hint of brooding pessimism. I think this all may have stemmed from a comment made by a friend from work today. “I believe I’m going to die alone,” he said. He was thoroughly convinced that he would never find his life partner. According to him, his soulmate is his ex-wife, so he didn’t need to find that. He dreaded going through life without anyone by his side. I tried to cheer him up...
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Voyeur

There is no better place for a subcription-only webcam than from our balcony.    Our apartment situates above the apartment’s only hot tub in an 50% college student residents complex.  It’s been a bane to our existence with noise and smokes, but at certain times it does provides entertainment.   :: Classic Case ::   Brandon and I were watching television one evening.  There were a whole bunch of “kids” in the jacuzzi, chatting loudly because either they were drunk or needed attention.  One voice, high pitched and slightly Valley Girl accented, carried further than the rest.   “Yah, like he was totally different, you...
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Lauren Week at the Borens

Brandon and I helped his 14-year-old niece Lauren escaped from Norco last Friday. We’ve been getting her out of the house at least once a month for the past few months because she really needs to get away. We had Brandon’s birthday bash on Sunday, and we were going to take her back that evening. But Lauren would’ve gone back to an empty house anyway. Besides, we were dead tired from hosting the party; we decided to have her over until Wednesday. Today’s Wednesday. Brandon’s wiped. So we are keeping Lauren with us until Friday now. 🙂 What has Lauren been...
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Feet of a Princess

I started something. I think it’s going to be a book. An autobiography of sort about my royal heritage. [ETA June 2018: 14 years later, you can read the story now. It ain’t a novel for damn sure.] You know I’m a princess, right? Well, not really. But genetically, I am related to all the Kings of Thailand of Chakri Dynasty dating back some 200 years. Not to mention I’m also a granddaughter of a significant political figure and a famous army general. My only royal trait: my feet. I have my grandmother’s feet. Apparently, her father had the same...
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RIP Reagan and my childhood

Yesterday I watched most of both memorial service for President Reagan in DC and the evening ceremony in Simi Valley. I’ve been tearing up all day starting from Margaret Thatcher’s speech. I actually shed some tears when President Bush choked up and when the bagpipe played “Amazing Grace”. I lost it completely when Nancy Reagan went up to say goodbye one last time. It’s hard to imagine what she has been through all these years, watching her beloved husband drifted away. It’s even harder to imagine going through all of these emotional ordeal in the eyes of the whole world....
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