If I were to choose a movie that I’d like to live through, most definitely it would be You’ve Got Mail. Coffee shops, Christmas, snow, bookstores, New York and a romance full of banter, what could be better? I’d love to be Kathleen Kelly.
This has to be my favourite quote from the movie, from one of Joe Fox’s emails in the beginning…just the image of a bouquet of pencils is cute as a button 🙂
In the effort to become a self sufficient adult who knows how to feed herself, I’ve started learning how to cook this summer and I have to say it’s a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Maybe just as good as eating the food.
Recently I learned how to make one of my favourite snacks, paneer tikka and was pleased that it turned out well (high five to self) 🙂
Okay, so “Rupture” was my absolute favourite episode of the second season along with the Earth 2 episodes, which heightened my expectations for what was to come next. This explains my slight disappointment with”The Runaway Dinosaur”. In my opinion, the episode seemed a lot like a filler, slowing the momentum that has been building over the past couple of episodes. This was my major reason for shaking my fists angrily as the episode unfolded, so my resistance to it has nothing to do with the story. In fact, it would have been perfect mid season or at a time when Barry’s struggle to come to terms with his mother’s death had greater relevance and precedence because it was difficult for me to accept that Barry was struggling with this when it had not been even remotely hinted at in the previous episodes.
Having said all that, this was one hell of an emotional roller coaster. While in the Speed Force, Barry is confronted with painful moments, ultimately reconciling them into loving memories, a transformation that showed just how in touch he is with his emotions. Grant Gustin did a spectacular job with this beat (he cries so naturally that I couldn’t help but cry with him, I mean come on, it breaks your heart.)
That wasn’t the only highlight. Iris was bad ass in this episode, which is a side to her we’ve been wanting to see more of. Her chemistry with everyone is brilliant to watch, especially Cisco (No, you get behind me!). Taking charge with the Girder situation and stepping up to get Barry back from within the Speed Force, she was finally given some good material to work with and I loved it. Plus, I think I may have a girl crush on Candice Patton.
And we got some more Westallen and I could not be happier (I ship it hard because I never bought the whole sibling-best friend dynamic that the writers kept forcing on us). That scene at Nora’s grave was wonderful in its containment of Barry and Iris’ feelings by ending with a hug rather than a kiss (so glad there wasn’t a kiss because that would have been so disrespectful given where they were, in my opinion). Barry’s confession was everything (haha), and don’t even get me started on Iris’ little gasp, clutching her chest before hugging him (inner fan girl squealing).
There are many types of love that exist in the world and I love that the red string of fate, an east Asian belief, encompasses them all. While, typically, romantic love is the most over rated leaving platonic severely under appreciated, the red string of fate can just as easily apply to soul mates, good friends or even crucial acquaintances. This legend also represents the elasticity of the bond between people, tangling but never breaking. It’s enthralled me since I came across it.
It’s okay to get lost every once in a while, sometimes getting lost is how we find ourselves.
I’m graduating from uni this month and after my final exams in April, admittedly I was a mixture of euphoria and unsettled nerves at the thought of one chapter, my bachelor’s, fruitfully coming to a close, but with no clue what the next one is much less what it will be like. I was conflicted about how to relax when all I wanted to do was move on to the next thing, feeling extremely impatient about what is to come. Recently re-reading A Series of Unfortunate Events, I came across the quote, “Waiting is one of life’s hardships.” and couldn’t agree fervently enough. But like all good things, they come to those who wait. I’ll have to learn that art in the meantime 😛
p.s Adulting is hard. Seriously, what’s with all the questions and decisions you have to make? I just want to laze around cradling a nice tub of ice cream. And a few slices of pizza. Okay, many, many slices of pizza, jeez.
I’ve read in books of God that keeping silent is the way one can become actualized, but to be quite honest, the sub-vocalization can be deafening in itself. The irony lies in how my thoughts aren’t allowing me to hear myself think, sometimes because there simply is too much. I could use a server that reroutes them, lowering the volume to a whisper.