Friday, April 9, 2010

chef for the summer


because the last couple of weeks are starting to feel like
the makings of the most boring summer ever, i have decided
to spice life up a bit. quite literally.

now this might not be the best decision for the people
who live with me (including those who will be within
striking proximity over the summer) given that they will
be the default guinea pigs for my (hopefully) weekly
concoctions. but they seem to be okay after consuming my
first recipe so...i would say it is safe to proceed.

aja! XD

Sunday, April 4, 2010

happiness


the thing about happiness is that it can only be pursued...

a friend in facebook posted this recently and upon reading it,
i was instantly seized by the desire to outrightly counter it,
only to come up empty-handed.

because, well... it's true.

this elusive concept is something everyone constantly aspires
to capture but is only able to do so fleetingly. there's no such
thing as a constant state of happiness. or more to the point,
there's no such thing as a happy-ever-after.

but this little post isn't to dampen anyone's easter-induced cheer.
just sayin maybe we've all gone about it all wrong. the objective
should never have been a happy-ever-after in the first place. i
don't know about you, but i would dread such a boring state. i mean,
seriously, does anyone really want to be ALWAYS happy? to be
friggin' cheerful 24/7? like, constant, uninterrupted bliss, every
day,for the rest of your life? gah.

No, i don't think no one sane would want that. It's like what my
fictional alter-ego Ally Mcbeal (it's my blog, shut up) said,
"The real truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content.
Because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. That's the
fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. What
do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it."

So yes, it is meant to be pursued. But that's just the point, isn't it?
Life is about the journey, the pursuit, or the climb if you're into
miley's pop psychology.

And it's not so bad.

I'd live for five minutes of happy in a week of blue and mondays.
Two cups of good coffee in a charming little nook after an entire
day of harassment at work. A beer or two with one good friend after
crying over three-a-half jerks.

Life's a bitch, but there are those moments, mere seconds even,
of happiness.

And in the end, those rare, fleeting moments are enough and all we
can really ask for.

Happy easter everyone :)