because we know that we didn't inherit the world from our parents, but that we're borrowing the world from our children. - Chevy commercial.

commercials make me want to have kids.

Considering an appt w Dr. Flowers.

Materialism is not drowning out my sorrows.

tyra is inspiring.

i used to be a perfectionist. better to do things half assed than not at all.

i love home. i hate how much i've underappreciated my family. but family's awesome and i love home.

holy fuck, 2 korean koreans told me i look like i'm still in high school. patients must think i'm a freaking junior high student!! or maybe clarisonic is just that awesome?

i want to fly. like a g6.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4s6H4ku6ZY

One of my church friends I grew up with through high school died 2 days ago.

I'm not sure how I feel. grief, sadness, guilt? I found out she had cancer 2 months ago, but didn't call her/text her/facebook her. My first thoughts were cold, clinical - what do you expect me to do? but 1 month later, i heard she had metastatic cancer, melanoma. i was shocked, i realized then, finally, stupidly, i still couldn't do anything but i facebook'd her telling her i would be there if she needed someone to talk to about treatments, etc. but i knew it was already too late. she responded, and i was glad to hear from her.

but i found out today that she died. i feel grief that we lost someone so young and so genuinely kind, she was only one year older. i feel sadness that her 2 year old daughter will grow up not knowing her mother, and that her friends, parents, brother, husband had to lose her so soon. i feel guilt because i was so callous, so cold in the beginning. even though i hadn't talked with her for at least 7 years, it's still shocking.

and now i go to her facebook page and it's filled with rest in peace. she really isn't here anymore.

The Last Airbender, rated 07% on rotten tomatoes.

RT consensus: "Despite flashy special effects, The Last Airbender squanders the potential of its popular source material on an incomprehensible plot, laughable dialogue, and a joyless sense of detachment."

It's a tragedy that the live action film doesn't seem to have lived up to the cartoon. In fact, I hope this movie doesn't destroy any young actor/actress' careers. But I can't say I'm not happy. In fact, I'm almost deliriously happy.

Here's to hoping that the ratings remain steady and the box office doesn't pull off any miracles.

knight and day was only summer fun.

bronze star (aka DVD fun)

After a folk song singing, hand clapping bratwurst dinner and a little too much beer at the smoky Hofbrauhaus in Kentucky, i watched knight and day on its opening night this week. while the movie only garnered 52% on rotten tomatoes (aka splat tomato), the trailers caught my attention.

first, there was the beautiful people. tom cruise + cameron diaz in light hearted espionage summer flick? - candy to the eyes. then, there was the strangely charismatic tom cruise character that seemed too intriguing to miss. topped with the effervescent cameron diaz in a possible save the world (or at least an innocent kid) bid, i was reeled in.

and basically, the movie played out pretty much as the trailers did. no thinking was necessary for this film. In fact, I would strongly encourage against thinking - if you tried to work out some of the plot holes, the movie would end up woefully falling apart. also, i did get put off by Cameron Diaz's character for a bit, as she seemed to "not cope well" and "not think well" a little too many times. although, i admit, the last method to help her cope was humorous.

in any case, the movie definitely deserves a star, albeit a bronze one. at $6 a ticket, it was well worth the view.

i am an avid reader.

i wish i could say i was a reader of the classics, that i enjoyed pursuing literature of intellectual repute, but obviously, i am neither.

as many of my closest friends already know, i crave my HEA's (happily ever after's to the uninitiated). i scorn the movies that force me to think. i run from media that push my boundaries because frankly, being a minority and soon to be medical professional, i see some crappy shit in real life. (although, let's be honest, other people deal with infinitely more crappier shit.) plus i love me some vampires.

anyway, the following is a list of my favorite 4+ book series of the paranormal romance/urban fantasy inclination. and if you happened to click on the links and didn't avert your eyes on time, please, don't judge the books by their scantily clad covers:

Fever series - by Karen Marie Moning

http://www.karenmoning.com/novels/

- Great character development over the series, epic save the world post apocalypse style.

Kate Daniels series - by Ilona Andrews

http://www.ilona-andrews.com/books/

- Awesome magic+tech alternative universe world building with a believable alpha+alpha romance.

Guardian series - by Meljean Brook

http://meljeanbrook.com/books

- Action packed series loosely based on Christian theology with huge artistic license. my favorite vampire romance (Demon Moon) is also included in the series ;)

Psy/Changeling series - by Nalini Singh

http://www.nalinisingh.com/books.html

- My first introduction to PNR. Great romances with a multiethnic cast. H/H (heroine/hero) diversity always deserves a gold star.

Immortals after Dark series - by Kresley Cole

http://kresleycole.com/books.html

- Incredibly layered storylines that weave together seamlessly book after book.

i think i really failed that OSCE. like, seriously failed.

maybe it was the last minute studying, the lack of sleep, the general "this is my last 3rd year clerkship ever (hopefully)" mentality. but for whatever reason, i really sucked at the OSCE.

i do not want to repeat Ob-Gyn.

holy fuck.

i have no idea what to do with my life.

Ob-gyn or medicine?

yea, last i checked, Aang wasn't Christian.

(http://www.racebending.com/v3/media/new-the-last-airbender-trailer-raises-new-questions/)

I can't even enjoy The Simpsons anymore.

Fox is playing The Last Airbender previews after Simpsons, TMZ, Simpsons and The Office. I get so angry when I see those damn previews. Weird thing is, the narrator has some funky accent, like almost East Asian, but not quite. Could it be they're yellow-facing the voice overs too?? bah.

Violet Hour.

When my friends first mentioned going for drinks at Violet Hour Friday night, I was intrigued. The name was poetic. It reminded me of midnight romances and star crossed lovers staring into an endless expanse of violet, velvet night sky. And when I heard it was a speakeasy, Violet Hour not only became poetic, romantic but also mysterious, exclusive. I was curious, to put it mildly.

As you, dear readers, might have already reasoned, my expectations were high and the unfortunate reality was so so disappointingly low.

We arrived at a late hour and were greeted with the expected long line. We dutifully placed ourselves at the end to begin the wait. Common to many lines of popular late night venues, we observed the predicted growth of groups that started at two and miraculously expanded to twenty in front of us. We saw the groups of tall young beautiful blonde women waiting near the entrance being ushered as they were, per the doorman, on The List.

All of this was predicted and expected. Yet, at some point, the wait started to approach ridiculous. Apparently, The List included at least 50 people who had precedence over the 10 people who were ahead of us. And by the time we reached the entrance, we learned that The List was actually The Money List. Obviously, most clubs operate in a similar fashion. But, Violet Hour had the reputation of, "if you want to get in, you wait in line."

And to top it off, the doorman had the nerve to state with a benevolent smile and a generous wave of his hands when the line was dwindling to a few stragglers, "Alright everyone, no more list for the rest of the night!" Bastard.

Anyway, we finally entered the establishment and I was moderately impressed. The mood was dark with three rooms sectioned off by floor to wall curtains. We were taken to the back where groups of people sat in enormous blue high backed chairs around small tables with candlelight as our only illumination. We proceeded to order and the drinks were delicious, albeit pricey.

I began to feel better about Violet Hour. It began to live up to my imaginations after all.

But then, when we proceeded to pay and divied up the bill between our credit cards and cash, the waitress stated that she could only divide the bill up evenly amongst the credit cards. This was a first. I have never been told that I could not put a specific charge on my card and had to divide up the bill at the discretion of the establishment. We asked her again to confirm the ridiculousness of her request and per my friends, as I had at this point began to feel the effects of my delicious drink, she rolled her eyes and stated that her statements were indeed true. The credit card incident coupled with Violet Hour hurriedly and verbally pushing us out of the establishment with full light illumination encouragement a full 20 minutes before closing time obviously equaled a poor closing experience.

Violet Hour had some potential. Although, I'm not really sure what all the excitement really is. The decor, in retrospect, is mediocre. Tall chairs, tall curtains, candlelight would sum up the entire atmosphere. The wait, was ridiculous. And the service, was poor.

Instead of poetic, romantic, mysterious, exclusive. Think, dear readers, of overrated, mediocre, ridiculous, poor service with excellent, pricey drinks when considering a trip to Violet Hour.

heh. so i didn't do that badly on the shelf.

yea, i fucked that shelf up.

i could get any grade. it all depends on my shelf. no pressure.

sometimes i wish i hadn't said anything at all.

i usually get sick a week after everyone else does + everyone gets sick during peds = sick during OSCE and shelf

i love spring. but i hate killing bugs.

today someone called me a bitch, then stupid bitch.

i admit, i was in a pretty pissy mood after work today. i wasn't smiling and was walking pretty briskly from the bus stop.

when i got into my apartment's lounge area, i almost ran into another tenant. it seemed like he was heading out so i decided to just side step him and go to the elevators without even looking at him. turns out he was getting into the elevators too.

i guess i was walking pretty fast because the elevator door started closing when he appeared in front of it. while i was feeling pissy, i wasn't feeling extremely bitchy. so i pressed the "open door" button. he still tried to catch the elevator door, but i'm pretty certain that the "open door" button would, you know, open the door.

we rode the elevator in silence. i still refused to look at him. he gets off a few floors before me and after he walked out, he muttered bitch. then, for my further edification, he muttered stupid bitch even louder.

hey, maybe he was just muttering along with his music since he had these massive headphones on. or, maybe he was being an ASS. i pressed "open door" for you, man. don't be an ass.

i think i'm getting osteoporotic. my joints have been aching pretty much every other day for a while now. first it was my knees, now my wrists. and it used to correlate to when i drank sodie pop. i thought it was the caffeine.

but what if i'm slowly bleaching away all my calcium reserves by overly hydrating myself with caffeinated beverages??? is it even possible?? i dunno, and i don't really want to look it up either. it usually goes away after a couple of aspirin anyway. who doesn't love a good ol' NSAID bandaid.

hey i've got an awesome idea for a movie.

first, i'll create an epic fantasy cartoon about the struggles and ultimate victory of oppressed peoples against their oppressors. just for the fun of it, i'll base the characters on real life ethnicities. then, i'll turn that smash hit of a cartoon into a movie.

but, wait for it, here's the twist: i'll cast historically powerful ethnicities as the oppressed and powerless ethnicities as the oppressors. I know, GENIUS, right? Plus, it was a FANTASY cartoon, i can do whatever i want. it's not like making another movie like Glory where slaves are depicted as whites and slave masters as blacks would be crazy or anything. i mean, it's called ARTISTIC LICENSE.

oh wait, sorry, they already made the movie. It's called The Last Airbender. Damn, and here i thought i was being all progressive.

JA's version of parenthood:

According to peds, babies are more like those amorphous white blob things that like to roll around, fall onto concrete floors from at least 3 feet high and then projectile vomit on you. **shudder**

and what exactly are you looking at blue totoro?