'cause we all just wanna be big rock stars

YouTube. MySpace. FaceBook. Flickr. Twitter. Blogger (ahem). This list could go on and on and on with social networking and filesharing sites. But I think I'm a little too old to be in that demographic whose entire life is broadcasted on the internet. (or maybe I just feeeel older, since really, a lot of my peers seem to still be into the glory of the World Wide Web. or maybe it's just because I work for the web that I've gotten a bit sick of it as a pastime.)

People want to share everything: from what they're doing right this second (dear facebook, stop asking me what I'm up to, nosy jerk.) to videos of them mimicking a celebrity or even worse, committing a crime. The fact that we have children beating up other children and posting them online for all to see is sad and despicable. Are we really in this desperate need of attention? Do I really care if some person from Town Blah, Alabama can do the Soulja Boy dance? (Hint: No.)

Oh, but who am I to talk. I have a freaking personal blog. Although, there's nothing that's really personal on here...

I would like to dole out some unsolicited advice though: Hannah Montana, Miley Cyrus, whatever, can you please please please maintain a little bit of your personal life and childhood while you still can? Umm, that probably means limiting your MySpace posts.

I think it's about forgiveness

I'd be a better blogger if this blog was just about Sex & The City-- the movie, the show, and the two topics themselves. But I'm no Carrie Bradshaw wannabe, so no. But excuse me as I make one more S&TC movie related post.

As you can tell from the last post, I went on the official website for the movie last week (why I haven't visited before, I don't know) and the background music is "The Heart of the Matter," remade by India Arie (the song's on her MySpace, of course) from the Don Henley original long long time ago. India Arie has a great voice for serene, but poignant songs. If you have normal emotions at all, listen to it.

Most people pretty much have felt angry towards someone at one point in their lives because a relationship soured. I won't name names or go into specifics (coz my mama taught me better than that...okay she never really did, but still, it's just not classy) but I remember the feeling of finally not being enraged or bitter and it felt damn good.

I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me anymore

But despite that, I still think Carrie going back to Big is bullsheeet. Can't wait to see the movie though!

Hellooo, lover

Less than 2 months to go ladies...and gentlemen. From watching the trailer, it seems like fans are in for lots of drama (and with that crap of a series finale, there damn better be good drama).

And of course, fabulous style. Miss Bradshaw looks like she's getting married in the NYC research library on Fifth Avenue. I've always always always wanted to attend a fancy event at that library, where I know fashion shows have been held. But alas, the closest I've been to that is spending an afternoon researching child sexual exploitation in the Philippines, while tourists popped in and out of the room snapping pictures of the gorgeous ceiling and vast collection of books. Not so glamorous. Guess I'll have to wait till the Sex and the City movie (and wedding?)!

Oh, yes, I went there

Considering I haven't blogged since last month, I have some updating to do. Ideally, bloggers would have daily (if not multiple daily) entries. But I have a hard time getting to a monthly entry. I'm working on it. I promise. If I ever get my wireless router to cooperate, one day I'll have weekly entries. Oooh.

Some updates:

• To start off the spring season I decided to get a professional bikini wax at Haven. The spa itself was serene; you can't really find it unless you look for it. The wax job for me seemed a bit, for lack of a better term, half-assed. It was done within 15 minutes and not as painful as the experience is made out to be. On the whole it wasn't unpleasant but I would like a little more attention paid to, um, my special area. On the good side though, the price was very reasonable for a spa in Manhattan. But I think I'd rather splurge next time and go elsewhere. Any recommendations?
• What's a bikini wax without a bikini? (or 2 or 3?) Maybe I was being punished for my wishful thinking, but the week that my family decided to go on a cruise to Bermuda, the weather was not at all bikini-friendly. Suffice to say, I spent more time waiting in line for the buffet than lounging poolside. But this was my first vacation in a year and a half, so I have no complaints.
• Some things on the news recently: the FLDS' appalling treatment of girls and women (coincidentally enough, the May issue of Marie Claire has a feature on a family in the FLDS. More on this later, I swear), a possible rice shortage in the Philippines (where rice is grown in the fields but rice is still imported from other countries like Thailand), and the opening of the Newseum in DC. Do I even need to mention the crappy economy of the US?
• And maybe the best news of all, the weather in NYC is fiiiiinally spring-like!

Anything new I'm missing?