Friday night spent watching Something's Gotta Give with Maria... and fighting the urge to eat oodles of Halloween candy. She was unhappy with the ending... and who could blame her, anyone as hot as Keanu Reeves should not depart with a broken heart. But the movie could only end the way it ended - with love at the end of the day, however old, wrinkled, and imperfect. The same reason Carrie could not have ended up with Alexander Petrovsky, Diane Keaton had to share that final scene with Jack Nicholson.

Saturday morning spent reading Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World and then hitting the gym... once again fighting the urge to eat oodles of Halloween candy.

An ode to "pumpkin smash" from Jumba Juice, and thoughts of it at the beginning of every holiday season. I never really appreciated Christmas until my first Christmas at Rice, and that rainy Sunday I spend with Renee studying for bio final in the Village - the epiphany of 先苦后甜。 Ever since then, the beginning of October till the end of Christmas became my favorite time of the year (except maybe the first week of the summer). For someone perpetually home sick, it has a distinct aura of home that makes me light-hearted with hope and happiness.