Eating ice cream and drinking wine and baking an apple pie and reading RD's post on Ian's post on the perfect woman and browsing shoes on the Aldo website and writing this post and watching Bridget Jones' Diary and wondering where my Mr. Darcy is, who will like me, just the way I am.
Sigh.
Watch this: http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes/index.jhtml?episodeId=184178
Sep 30, 2008
Sep 29, 2008
SQTWYSing
Thank you, Jewish population, for this lovely long weekend in which I get to go home and eat lots of delicious food. I should probably look up Rosh Hashanah on Wiki, since its common courtesy to know what religious occasion allows such an extravagant 5 day holiday (I can’t wait till there are enough Buddhists in America that they make Poya an official holiday). Having just polished off a nice buriyani and tandoori chicken (which my mother says was not meant to be eaten together but what the heck) I have settled down to tell you what is not a good movie to watch.
But first, the background. Today was a Spend Quality Time With Your Sister day, and to celebrate this fabulous day I was bestowed the honor of chaperoning her to the mall. You see, in typical American teen, excuse me, tWeen, fashion, hanging at the mall is apparently an enjoyable pastime. They don’t shop, they ‘chill’, which is to say they hang over the balcony gossiping and oh my gawding at the other equally jobless teens and tweens doing the same. In Sri Lanka we call them MC Dudes; over here they just call em teenagers. I’m pretty sure this particular tween didn’t have her 22 year old sister in mind when she petitioned for a day out with friends, but there you have it. If you’re wondering, at this juncture, what the heck a tween is, it is a dangerous subspecies of human that is between the ages of 11 and 13. The kind that are in for a rude shock when they realize not much will change after they hit the magical 1-3.
Even though it is hard to believe, I actually enjoy SQTWYS-ing because she and I are tight. And it’s the mall after all; not like I have to take her raspberry picking or anything (that delightful task is scheduled for Tuesday, god help me). So to the mall we went and after trying on lots of things we couldn’t afford, like the fabulous white woolen jacket at Express that I will probably have wet dreams about tonight, we went to watch a movie. By that I mean three. And here’s where I tell you that if you were planning on watching Burn After Reading anytime soon, change your plans immediately. What an absolute waste of time, and it came so highly recommended too. The actors did pretty decent jobs individually, but as a whole, the movie made absolutely no sense. I think I laughed like twice during the entire thing and once was only because Brad Pitt said ‘shit’ multiple times in a really funny way, which is pretty sad considering his status as an actor. George Clooney did look rakishly handsome with the whole scruffy beard thing, but that was about the only high point.
Eagle Eye, on the other hand, was pretty solid entertainment. It sort of pushes the conspiracy theory angle to the extremes but if you like a good action flick it won’t disappoint. And Shia LaBeouf is such eye candy, with that scruffy beard and all. Yes, I seem to have a thing for scruffy beards as of late. Also good was Ghost Town. Granted Ricky Gervais has really bad teeth and the chances of him hooking up with an incredibly hot Tea Leoni are almost improbable, but his comedic timing was really spot on, and it was one of those really entertaining, heartwarming, chick flick types. And they have some really fantastic shots of the NY skyline, just absolutely lovely, which brings me to this book I'm reading, Prince of Tides, but more on that when I finish it.
In closing, do not watch 1, watch 2 and 3, and if you’re in the mood to buy me a jacket or want some raspberries, send me an email.
But first, the background. Today was a Spend Quality Time With Your Sister day, and to celebrate this fabulous day I was bestowed the honor of chaperoning her to the mall. You see, in typical American teen, excuse me, tWeen, fashion, hanging at the mall is apparently an enjoyable pastime. They don’t shop, they ‘chill’, which is to say they hang over the balcony gossiping and oh my gawding at the other equally jobless teens and tweens doing the same. In Sri Lanka we call them MC Dudes; over here they just call em teenagers. I’m pretty sure this particular tween didn’t have her 22 year old sister in mind when she petitioned for a day out with friends, but there you have it. If you’re wondering, at this juncture, what the heck a tween is, it is a dangerous subspecies of human that is between the ages of 11 and 13. The kind that are in for a rude shock when they realize not much will change after they hit the magical 1-3.
Even though it is hard to believe, I actually enjoy SQTWYS-ing because she and I are tight. And it’s the mall after all; not like I have to take her raspberry picking or anything (that delightful task is scheduled for Tuesday, god help me). So to the mall we went and after trying on lots of things we couldn’t afford, like the fabulous white woolen jacket at Express that I will probably have wet dreams about tonight, we went to watch a movie. By that I mean three. And here’s where I tell you that if you were planning on watching Burn After Reading anytime soon, change your plans immediately. What an absolute waste of time, and it came so highly recommended too. The actors did pretty decent jobs individually, but as a whole, the movie made absolutely no sense. I think I laughed like twice during the entire thing and once was only because Brad Pitt said ‘shit’ multiple times in a really funny way, which is pretty sad considering his status as an actor. George Clooney did look rakishly handsome with the whole scruffy beard thing, but that was about the only high point.
Eagle Eye, on the other hand, was pretty solid entertainment. It sort of pushes the conspiracy theory angle to the extremes but if you like a good action flick it won’t disappoint. And Shia LaBeouf is such eye candy, with that scruffy beard and all. Yes, I seem to have a thing for scruffy beards as of late. Also good was Ghost Town. Granted Ricky Gervais has really bad teeth and the chances of him hooking up with an incredibly hot Tea Leoni are almost improbable, but his comedic timing was really spot on, and it was one of those really entertaining, heartwarming, chick flick types. And they have some really fantastic shots of the NY skyline, just absolutely lovely, which brings me to this book I'm reading, Prince of Tides, but more on that when I finish it.
In closing, do not watch 1, watch 2 and 3, and if you’re in the mood to buy me a jacket or want some raspberries, send me an email.
Sep 26, 2008
Sep 24, 2008
Lights will guide you home
Know those lyrics? ‘Fix you’ by Coldplay.
I was coming home from kickboxing last night ( yes yes, I never learn. I am a glutton for punishment) and about halfway back I had to sit down because my legs were giving out beneath me. So I sat down by this pond we have and took in the night; there was a nice breeze, a gentle sliding of air over skin and the muted glow of a slice of moon through wispy clouds. And then there were stars. I’ve never been very good at identifying constellations but Orion I can always pick out, so I always look for it first. And seeing it took me right back home, where it’s the first thing I always see in the sky as well.
Isn’t that lovely, that the one thing that ties us all together is a great big sky? And you can look up, where ever you are, and instantly feel like you’re lying on the beach in Bentota or sitting by a vewa in Anuradhapura or walking in a garden in Nuwara Eliya, when you’re actually sitting on a bench in suburban New York, missing home.
I was coming home from kickboxing last night ( yes yes, I never learn. I am a glutton for punishment) and about halfway back I had to sit down because my legs were giving out beneath me. So I sat down by this pond we have and took in the night; there was a nice breeze, a gentle sliding of air over skin and the muted glow of a slice of moon through wispy clouds. And then there were stars. I’ve never been very good at identifying constellations but Orion I can always pick out, so I always look for it first. And seeing it took me right back home, where it’s the first thing I always see in the sky as well.
Isn’t that lovely, that the one thing that ties us all together is a great big sky? And you can look up, where ever you are, and instantly feel like you’re lying on the beach in Bentota or sitting by a vewa in Anuradhapura or walking in a garden in Nuwara Eliya, when you’re actually sitting on a bench in suburban New York, missing home.
Sep 23, 2008
Sep 20, 2008
A Visitor
I had one, yes I did. See? People do like me and they do come visit! This one was special cause she came all the way from home and is one of my oldest friends. The best thing is, her name is T too, which is not strange considering it’s a pretty common name, but its an oddity over here, so we had our fun introducing her to my friends. (It’s only fun when we ourselves do it. If you were to go ‘hey it’s T. and T!’ we’d just roll our eyes). She was only here for one night, but it was nice hanging out with her after so long. She’s been in London, jetsetting around Europe for the last 3 years and I’ve been here, so we only ever got to meet for a few days at a time when holidays and countries coincided. We talked a lot, the way you can only talk to people you grew up with and just chilled. It always amused me that we were friends, because of our differences, but its funnier still now that we’re older because we are just poles apart. She’s ultra conservative, I’m far more liberal; she doesn’t drink, I drink enough for both of us; she likes Jim Reeves, I like Incubus; she’s still waiting for the right one, I’ve been with too many of the wrong ones; she’s an old soul, I probably don’t even have one. You get the picture? And yet, we always manage to stay on the same page. And when she left today, I felt, inexplicably, very very sad. Wait, what’s that T? Emotion? Yes damn it, I feel. Sometimes.
Ok that’s enough. If anyone’s interested, my kickboxing pains have decreased from torturous agony to mere unspeakable pain, so I am able to get up and down the stairs without clinging to the handrail, thanks for asking. Now, Praveen and I plan on watching the first three seasons of Scrubs tonight and we have about 60 more episodes to go. Happy weekend all.
Ok that’s enough. If anyone’s interested, my kickboxing pains have decreased from torturous agony to mere unspeakable pain, so I am able to get up and down the stairs without clinging to the handrail, thanks for asking. Now, Praveen and I plan on watching the first three seasons of Scrubs tonight and we have about 60 more episodes to go. Happy weekend all.
Sep 18, 2008
Sep 17, 2008
Change
is necessary. But good change, not bad. Bad change is getting a slew of thinkgeek brochures in my mailbox when I’m expecting my Cosmo. That’s just not good for my image; I blame Chaarmax. The thing is, I seem to be stuck in a rut and have been for some time now. It’s time to move forward, to put the things that distract and disturb behind me. To meet new people and do new things. Social ineptitude isn’t an excuse not to get out there more often. Neither is my love of naps or procrastinatory habits. So I've made some changes.
Also, my new fish Praveen, with a Russian last name I can neither say nor spell.
There’s a long story behind this name, and I'll refrain from telling it, lest you think me totally psychotic. He doesn't do much, just chills mainly. And if you were to walk into our room randomly, you’d most likely find either me or O talking to him and making ridiculous kissy faces. We love Praveen.
Let’s see, what else? I meditate! Yes I do. Well I turn off all the lights, sit in the lotus position and listen to zen music. I think that qualifies. I also took on a sick workload, mainly to graduate on time, but also to keep me out of the room and away from my bed. It's working too. Mondays, especially, are a killer, with back to back classes for 8 hours. In a couple of weeks I can practically guarantee an angsty, emo post ala PP, but so far I'm holding out ok. The classes are all interesting, which makes it a lot easier to actually go for them. Especially my women’s studies class, but more on that later.
What else? I joined the environmental club. Primarily because I like the environment, but, and you didn’t hear this from me, there may have been ulteriorsexual motives involved *tee hee*. I also got an RA position in the anthropology lab which I’m ever so excited about. Never has data entry and handling dry monkey feces been this exciting. AND I get to wear a lab coat. Sweet! And today we went for a kickboxing class and now I’m scared to sleep cause I might not be able to get out of bed tomorrow. No one ever said change was easy!
First off, I have a new hair color. Change generally always involves a new hair color with me. And then I got this!
Everyone, meet my bamboo plant Maya. Maya, this is everyone. Isn't she pretty?!
Also, my new fish Praveen, with a Russian last name I can neither say nor spell.
There’s a long story behind this name, and I'll refrain from telling it, lest you think me totally psychotic. He doesn't do much, just chills mainly. And if you were to walk into our room randomly, you’d most likely find either me or O talking to him and making ridiculous kissy faces. We love Praveen.
Let’s see, what else? I meditate! Yes I do. Well I turn off all the lights, sit in the lotus position and listen to zen music. I think that qualifies. I also took on a sick workload, mainly to graduate on time, but also to keep me out of the room and away from my bed. It's working too. Mondays, especially, are a killer, with back to back classes for 8 hours. In a couple of weeks I can practically guarantee an angsty, emo post ala PP, but so far I'm holding out ok. The classes are all interesting, which makes it a lot easier to actually go for them. Especially my women’s studies class, but more on that later.
What else? I joined the environmental club. Primarily because I like the environment, but, and you didn’t hear this from me, there may have been ulterior
Sep 7, 2008
Sep 6, 2008
The Return
It's good to be back. I'm keeping my excitement on the dl though; everyone else is complaining about it. It's looks like a tough one up ahead, lots of work, lots of play. But right now, I can't seem to bring myself to do any real blogging so I'm alternating between watching the US Open (go Djokovic!) and sleeping. We're expecting a hurricane tomorrow so a perfect weekend in bed is on the cards. Happy weekend.
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