greg & james

you know you watched the series way too much when you can guess the medical problems based on the symptoms, like blood in the urine, yellowish eyes, ammonia smell in the breath, etc.

I think im like a few years behind most people, like I remember carol telling me how she was hook to the show even during the university days. back then, having never watched it, I just thought it was something like grey's anatomy.

yes, im talking about House, and it turned out to be nothing like Grey's and strangely addictive. other than the season with the annoying cop, or that rich guy that became chairman of the hospital.

the show is founded on one central theme. everybody lies. but moving beyond that, what I really enjoyed was the unusual friendship between House and Wilson, a friendship that I cannot imagine two real guys having. don't get me wrong, it has their ups and downs, and many times, potential friendship breaker if it happens in real life. but at the end of the day, or after a few episodes for that matter, things get forgiven and forgotten.

as I get older, I realized I don't do very well in maintaining friendships, close ones for that matter. there were times when I thought something genuine was coming, but it always seems to fade away, either by the different path we take that creates a gap too big to bridge, failing to communicate, sudden moments of bad decisions making or what not.

wouldn't it be nice to have what House and Wilson seems to have? someone to share a joke, watch silly things like monster trucks, get advice from, or just to share how wonderful or terrible your day is?

the other day, I had to log into my university email account (which hasn't been accessed in years) to get some login password I created for a job portal. I chance upon a bunch of email chains with two people who potentially was the closest I ever got with anyone, not counting my exes of course. they really did light up my uni life, without whom, im pretty sure I wouldn't have enjoyed university as much as I did. we see each other so often in school and yet, there was still so much to share over email. sadly, we have all chosen our path which sees us in different parts of the world, and I guess I just don't have that much 细心ness to maintain it at that level.

wet market

so yesterday was the first time in a really really long while I found myself "shopping" in a wet market. the wet floor aside (hence the term wet market), I really had a good experience.

always wanted to buy ingredients from wet market but was never able to wake up early enough for it, so I ended up buying from supermarkets.

wet markets are so much better than supermarkets!

1. you do not need to buy more than you need. you can buy 1 pc of lemon, a specific amount of chicken wings or prawns. unlike supermarket, you would often have to buy more than you need.
2. wet markets stall owners know what they are selling. how often do you find yourself at a supermarket and needing to ask a staff which type of onion should you use for a specific kind of cooking? you probably find a staff that do not know much other than where the item is kept. at the wet market, the stall owner can advise you accordingly so that you will buy the right thing.
3. it is just cheaper than supermarket.

for all the pros, and just one or two cons, I think im really going to start marketing at wet markets more often.

faith...

the timing was so apt. the week I began started looking for a new job, one of my favourite companies to work for was hiring a position that my work experience seems to fit very well.

I didn't do exactly very well for the interview, messing up some questions that would have set me apart from others. I prayed to God about it, knowing very well that God does not answer all prayers in the way people want Him to. after all, if all the candidates prayed to God about this job, I'm sure a lot will end up not getting still.

so I reflected, what does having faith in God means? have faith that He will create a miracle out of a bad interview? no. having faith in God means trusting that He knows better no matter what the outcome is. maybe the job will give me less time to serve? maybe there's something at my current job that God still wants me to experience? I can second guess all I want but it's not important I suppose. If I'm meant to know, I'll know it when the time comes.