the entry about notwithstanding premises and bereavement

i'd like to think of myself as not a stupid person, or at least that's what i think. but i couldn't help feeling like a nincompoop after watching the dvd version of push, starring chris evans and dakota fanning. if push came to shove, i would have stayed away from that flick even if my life depended on it. unless you're planning to ingest a 111 minute mind-numbing picture permeated with perfunctory acting, plagiaristic plots, and cringe-worthy jargons (the characters are categorized under pushers, watchers, movers, bleeders, stitchers, etc), my advise would be you're better off just watching recaps of michael jackson's videos.

speaking of the late superstar, the news of his demise came as a huge shock to me. i was under the impression that this might have been one of the many internet hoaxes that we see these days, but alas, it was not meant to be. his premature death also drives home a poignant yet oft-shunned truism of life. for all the money he had in the world, the white-gloved entertainer proved to us that even the most sizzling, brightest star has a use-by date. we are reminded of our mortality and it exposes the frailty and vulnerability in all of us, that wherever we are born, however wealthy or healthy we might be, whatever kind of looks we are endowed with, our span on this planet is limited, is finite. we live, we age, and for better or for worse, we die. every thread of relationship we ever had, every wisp of memory we ever held, every facet of feelings we ever felt, it'd be all wiped out in the blink of an eye that never opens again. we fall into a chasm of darkness that we will never be able to climb out of, ever. in the most literal sense, it's the eternal slumber that no one, in his right frame of mind, would ever look forward to.

poetically speaking, death is a fact of life. the best we can make of life is to cherish it whilst it lasts. seize the day and live the moment, for life is short.

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