why is life worth living

This is a repost from the blog, a clock without hands. It's worth reposting, and I wish it was my idea. Just watch it. 6min in total.

These made my day today. I have yet to see these two movies. I have only watched two of Woody Allen's films, Annie Hall and Manhattan Murder Mystery, and they were both worth the wait on Isohunt. I love how Woody Allen captures what we constantly ask ourselves and struggle to overcome day to day. As in the first scene, I can so relate (not with the suicide, but actually yes on a second thought haha) how I sometimes feel a sense of pointless-ness. And then you wake up one morning feeling there is so much to look forward to, you won't even recognize you felt otherwise. I'm trying my best to encapsulate my feelings while watching these, but I'm failing badly. Haha. Suffice it to say, Woody Allen says it best.

What makes life worth living? If I were on that couch, I'd say: my friends' banter and laughter, humor in general, sex, thoughts of Paris, Tori Amos' music, Jewel's music, people who are like Cristina Yang, coffee, Tim Gunn, my father's old music, my mother's cooking (sooo good), Bisaya version of adobo (really dry and oily, habang tumatagal lalong sumasarap), movies: French films, any as long as there's that narrator who seems to know exactly what you're thinking, Garance Dore's photos, the editorials of Vogue Paris, the taste of durian, cold weather, below-zero beer, cooking shows, Lulu Chang, nice clothes, memories of my childhood, love and sex... I can go on and on, but you know what I mean.