Thursday, January 07, 2010

Things I Learned from Saved by the Bell: Part 2

I'm back with the second installment of my sporadic series, "Things I Learned from Saved by the Bell."

I always liked The Cutting Edge. I'm not quite sure why. I just remember renting the video when it came out and watching it over and over and over. That ridiculous move where D.B. Sweeney hammer-throws Moira Kelly into the air and catches her is...ridiculous. I have no other words to describe it. Because I was about 10-years-old when I saw it, I just let it slide.

Over the holiday break, The Cutting Edge was on TV. You better believe I watched it...at least up to the New Year's Eve party scene where they're face-to-face and gazing deeply, longingly, yet awkwardly into each other's eyes. As I was enjoying every moment of the first half of the movie, I came to a sudden realization: Moira Kelly reminded me of Stacey Carosi.

(Quick Aside: I will refer to The Cutting Edge characters by the actor names because that's just how I know them. I always knew the actor names, but can't remember the character names. I will refer to Saved by the Bell characters by their character names.)

They're from the East Coast, spoiled daughters with single fathers, look very similar and treated their men like crap before eventually falling in love. The entire relationship between Moira Kelly and D.B. Sweeney was exactly like the one between Stacey and Zack. Here is how it went down:

- D.B. Sweeney and Zack come into a new situation and think they're all that and a bag of chips because of their charm and/or minor league hockey skills.
- The spoiled daddy's girls get all bitchy and start raining on their parade. "Toe pick!" "Get to work, Morris!"
- The guys mess up by either voting for an ex-girlfriend in the Miss Liberty pageant or sleeping with a figure skating competitor.
- Daddy's girls get pissed because they think the actions of the guys reinforce their preconceived notions, but really it's because they're falling in love but don't yet realize it.
- The guys embark on quests to make it up to the girls because they feel bad, but really it's because they're falling in love with them, though they don't yet know it. They do this by attempting to excel in figure skating or winning an ATV race on the beach.
- In these acts of redemption, the Daddy's girls realize they're in love with the guys. They start making out with the guys, who think "Awesome! I'm making out with the boss's daughter." D.B. Sweeney had the extra thought, "I just hammer-threw a girl on figure skates and caught her...HOLY SHIT!"

The greatest scene in the history of figure-skating romantic comedies:

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

My Decade

Flying into New York at night is quite a cool scene. Seeing the bustling metropolis, brightly lit and showing no signs of slowing, from that aerial view is pretty awesome. It gives me a sense of excitement but also a sense of calm because I know I'm home. There's no other place -- not in this country, anyway -- where I could be happy. I love it here.

A decade ago, I never even imagined I'd be here. I was a junior in high school in Rochester, a quiet suburb in southeast Michigan. My biggest concerns were passing my AP classes, getting a killer ACT score and getting into the University of Michigan. My long-term plans consisted of graduating from the U of M business school, getting married (probably to a white girl because that's all I ever saw where I grew up) and starting a family back in Rochester. I was way off.

I didn't even get into U of M business school. I still have nightmares of Econ 101 and Accounting 271. In Ann Arbor, I discovered that Asians do exist in Michigan. That's when I became afflicted with The Feva. As for marriage and starting a family -- if you know me now, you're probably laughing out loud at that image.

I stopped trying to have a plan and just decided to go with the flow. I ended up living and working in L.A., Minneapolis and Manila before coming to NYC. I started this blog out of boredom and hatred of my situation in Minneapolis, and so I could write about my thoughts on Laguna Beach. While I lived in the motherland, I was a body-double for a Filipino action star in a print ad, almost drowned while whitewater rafting, sea-kayaked to lay out on my own personal island, was in a minor earthquake, sat second-row at a Backstreet Boys concert (though highly enjoyable, I'm still *NSYNC for life), met Manny Pacquiao, the greatest fighter of our generation, and got fat...really fat. I can't help that Filipinos make amazing food.

Now, I'm coming up on four years in the city. When I moved here, I said I'd only stay for two. I've met tons of interesting, diverse people and enjoyed a multitude of amazing experiences. I have no idea how much longer I'll stay, or even where I'll move next. The only thing I know is I'm going to continue to make a concerted effort to not get hit by a cab again. I'm really excited for the next decade. I only hope it's as eventful as the last one.