Announcement
[ 4 Comments ] Posted on 02.20.05 in friends, high school, yearbook
I forgot to mention this, mostly because it’s not that big a deal yet.
But in case you haven’t already heard, the new Co-editors in Chief for the 2005-2006 Aftermath Yearbook Staff at PHUHS are Christina Chan, Egle Vilkelyte, and myself.
You may go back to not caring.
Ying’s 15 Minutes
[ 8 Comments ] Posted on 01.29.05 in friends
*carrie8820:* you should write about how we went to starbucks in your blog
*BathingInEggnog:* write it for me, im not in the mood
*carrie8820:* okay
*carrie8820:* copy and paste this:
*carrie8820:* tonight, a very special night, i joined my beautiful chinese woman friend for a lovely getogether at starbucks.
*carrie8820:* as we covered a series of topic discussions, being IB nerds, we then proceeded to talk about our teachers and their private lives. by private lives…. i mean sex lives. yes being the lonely deprived IB nerds that we were, we engaged in a lovely conversation about how gleason’s husband is whipped, mcgonagel was hairy, and dr y is a pi-yimp
*carrie8820:* i love ying more than any other girl i know, besides my mom, yes ying is cooler than all of you!
*carrie8820:* BIAAAAAA
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That is the last time I trust an Asian to write for me.
Bittersweet beauty
[ 6 Comments ] Posted on 12.23.04 in friends, movies
Last night I went to see The Phantom of the Opera with (in alphabetical order) Egle, Kyle, Mills, Sarah, and Vince. You wouldn’t expect any guy, much less a sans-strawin’, tree-choppin’ guy like myself, to enjoy a musical. However, upon the end of the film I was actually quite impressed at how beautiful the production was.
And trust me when I say that I know beautiful isn’t the most masculine of adjectives. Really, though, the music was eloquent, the acting was superb, and the general aura of the movie struck me as one of bittersweet magnificence.
When I say bittersweet, though, I mean it. After leaving the theater, I didn’t have much to say to anyone; I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the bad luck that all the characters had to face.
First of all, there were two new owners of this opera house. All they wanted, like any entrepreneurs, was to turn a profit. They didn’t, however, know the complexity of the situation they were buying into, and inevitably faced disaster through no real fault of their own.
Next, there’s old Christine. I don’t pity her much, primarily because she had two guys after her. But she was tricked, I guess, by that Phantom fellow, so she earns a bit of my sentiment.
But what gets me the most is the fact that in the end, the one fellow who wanted a little compassion – a little love – in an otherwise dismal world loses out and succumbs to the reality that he has made for himself. I imagine that most folks view it as his realization of contentment in happiness of that person whom he loved. But I see it as a loss for him. The one emotion for which he has striven for during his entire lifetime was denied to him. I guess his misfortune stuck with me the most, as I couldn’t stop thinking about it and how I never, ever want to end up facing either his circumstances, or the depressing culmination to a life of heartbreak.
So, I return to my main assertion: the cinematic version of The Phantom of the Opera was a beautiful interpretation of a sad, sad story. Thus ends my girliest blog entry to date.