Positive.

I am happy.

I'm not sure if I am really happy, but I feel happy.

The reason is unknown. If I don't search, I won't be disappointed. Maybe I shouldn't be happy. Have I a right to enjoy myself? No one will take away my right to be content. I will make that a point of contention if anyone tries.

At any rate,

I feel happy.

And the panic begins.

Here we go...March comes in like a lion indeed. Competitions, getting in shape, school stuff,..the list goes on.

But graduation is in less than four months.

We can do it.

Happy _______________________ Day.

Ah, February 14th. What a wonderful day.
Whether it is Singles' Awareness Day, Ferris Wheel Day, Condom Day (!), or just plain old Valentine's Day, I wish you a happy February 14th. To those in Hawaii, I hope the remainder of Friday the 13th doesn't get hit by bad luck. Disregard that. By the time I finished this, it wasn't Friday in Hawaii anymore.

Ah Valentine's day, what a steaming pile of corporate crap. You capitalize on insecurities, materialization, and the cult of being macho, and you wound the pride of anyone who doesn't not care, but still get's assurances that Single's Awareness Day is So-Much-Better.

Personally, I'm ambivalent about the matter. Pink, hearts, flowers, and chocolate may not be my cup of tea (or rather, thermoses of tea at this hour), but I'm sure there are some who love it. If we're conditioned to like them because they demonstrate love, then so be it. Doesn't matter if it's capitalized beyond all recognition, as long as the feeling is there (to be utterly cliche, of course).

But please, please don't get diamonds.
"Thank you for supporting the De Beer's diamond monopoly, where we find rocks on the ground and sell them to you for half your monthly income! Your loved one will love you even more because you gave her this unique rock. We have thousands of other unique rocks just like this, in case you want a new one. Of course, they'll cost you, being so rare and all."

Anyway.
I'm looking forward to the candy sales on Sunday. Who's with me?

Hero?

So the stimulus package has been passed. Rah-rah. Yay, Obama's going to fix the economy. Obama the magical, history-making president who inspires hope in all of today's youth.

In honor of the recently passed Chinese New Year, bullcrap.

I'm sorry. Obama is great and all, but isn't he hyped a bit too much? Still, I do agree that it's "time for a change" and that youth ought to get more involved in politics as they have been since Election 2008-- and I also concur that that Obama brought those changes around. 

It reminded me of a response letter published in Time. The reader cast aspersions on Time's pick of Obama as 2008's Person of the Year--not only because it was predictable, but because Obama was "created by the media." Instead, someone like Michael Phelps ought to have been the choice--someone who can set records through his own power (and fueled by dozens of pancakes coated in powdered sugar). 

But even Phelps fell with that recent hookah controversy, after which U.S.A. Swimming banned him for three months. He made a mistake, people. Let it go. We all do stupid things, and just because someone happens to be famous, does that justify harsher punishment? 

Even wonder-boy Obama won't be immune, especially if this stimulus package fails.

In choosing certain people to glorify as heroes, we only encourage the advent of their harsh falls, because no one can be so flawless as to never offer the prying media an opening. And even the smallest chink in a hero's armor is enough to drag his reputation down from any height.

On positive (Nas's) Hero-related note, Quest Crew for ABDC!

Pho is not as delicious

as vermicelli noodles.


I have ulterior motives when it comes to suggesting restaurants.

I mean come on, I'm supposed to go against the flow here.

If you want to get really semanticky, you could say that the restaurant's name could be abbreviated as Pho (like all Vietnamese restaurants in the area)

And thus, it would not be erroneous to say "Let's go eat some Pho" (as in, eat some of the food served at Pho), and then proceed to order rice vermicelli noodles.

Just a note

Hawk would like to impress upon Quail the point that "going to eat Pho" means that Pho should be ordered upon arrival at the restaurant.

One does not "go to eat Pho" and order rice vermicelli, no matter how much more delicious it may be. It's a matter of principle. Just as I ate that (horrible) fatty burrito even though I hate burritos. I did it because we agreed that we would eat burritos. (Refer to Super Burrito post) Hello, our last few months together! We should do epicly stupid things that appear pointless to other people (such as blog about the details of "eating Pho") but will always remain in our hearts.

If we said we were going to eat Vietnamese food, I would be a lot less quibble-y. But the point is, we went to "eat Pho." The brananaman agreed with me on this point.  And when we agree, that means clearly, someone should have ordered the freakin' Pho already.

Of Vermicelli and Pho

As part of our weekly activities, this Thursday we went out to find a place that would sell Pho. Of course, the only reason I go to Pho places is to eat the vermicelli noodles in fish sauce. That and the bean sprouts.


Bean sprouts are heavenly.

At any rate, Pho was eaten.



And then Lemon Meringue pie was shared.


And then a small Japanese store was shopped at.

Finally, Rockband was played.


All in all a pretty awesome day.