The main premise of Happenstance is the theory of the “butterfly effect” wherein the mere flapping of a butterfly’s wings can cause a hurricane in another part of the world.  In Happenstance, catastrophic events happen from a mere drop of a pebble.

Two people, after a love at first sight encounter, are later fated to meet again, but not before they continually intersect people who continually intersect each other, and until a series of seemingly unrelated, tangent events eventually lead to a twist of fate conclusion.

And, not to mention, Audrey Tautou (famously known as Amelie), is irresistibly adorable, and always fun to watch.


I had a wonderful weekend.  I spent it mostly at home, but with a very good friend of mine, E, who is more like a sister to me.  The entire weekend consisted of food and family.  On Saturday, E and I made Vietnamese spring rolls and baked salmon, and on Sunday, we made Filipino eggrolls (“lumpia”).

I think it’s absolutely amazing that food can bring people together.

Monsieur Ibrahim

One of the Netflix movies that I watched was Monsieur Ibrahim.  This was quite a cute movie, and vaguely reminscent of Cinema Paradiso.  It had the parallel backdrop of post WWII Europe, and a similar coming-of-age storyline.  Omar Sharif was excellent in this movie, as was the teenage boy, Pierre Boulanger, who gave a mature, yet innocent performance in this movie.


I just finished reading The Da Vinci Code.

Once again, there is an internal struggle between my strict-Catholic-upbringing way of thinking and the progressive, liberal side of me that yearns for the truth.

I felt this way once before when I read of the Cathars.  For the first time in my life, I started to question my faith in the Catholic religion.  Before then, I never questioned anything regarding Catholicism, and I accepted everything with blind faith.

Thankfully, times have changed since the days of the Holy Wars, and in most parts of the modern world, you can believe in just about anything you want, without fear of being labeled a heretic, pagan or devil-worshiper, and so my doubts regarding Catholicism does not raise an eyebrow.

But my eyebrows are raised.  I want to know the truth.

Regrettably, I highly doubt I will find my answers in the pages of the Bible.  I’ve come to grips with the reality that the Bible is not the Word of God, but rather the Word of Man.  This realization has saddened me, however, because I used to find comfort in many readings in the Bible.  Now, I feel as though I’ve been duped by the one belief that I’ve followed faithfully and blindly.

Sometimes ignorance is pure bliss.


She would have been 27 years old today.

It’s hard to imagine life without her, and yet she’s been out of my life for over four years now.  The time that has passed since she died has gone by quickly, and yet it has felt like an eternity since she was in my life.  It’s difficult to believe that I’ve been without her these past four years, but at times, I’ll catch myself turning around to say something to her, as if she had never left.

We donated money to a poor school in the town of Siniloan, Laguna, Philippines.   My sister had fallen in love with the people and town of Siniloan when she visited in 1998, and she had remarked that whenever she came into some money, she would make sure that she would help the people of this town.  She said that she finally had found “home.”  And so to make good her promise, we donated some money to the school in the Philippines and had instituted a scholarship program.