Nov 23, 2008
Nov 21, 2008
Music: stuck in this horrible horrible place where I need music but can't put my finger on exactly what kind. Every artist I play annoys me and every song fails to please me.
Food: Absolutely nothing tastes good, at least not in the way a nice rice and curry would right now.
Christmas: Give up a Christmas in NY for one on the island? You don't have to ask me twice! 33 days and counting!
That Boy, THE Boy: Ugh. One conversation, once a week hardly satisfies. Why why is it so hard to speak to him?! Sigh. I know why. If I were to speak to him and find out that he's not everything I think he is, I will be sorely disappointed. Having been disappointed by men before, it makes sense to me. This is the problem with putting people on pedestals and living in a self-constructed bubble.
Sigh. Impasse indeed.
Nov 19, 2008
Nov 18, 2008
So most of you must know that on November 4th Proposition 8 was passed in California, banning same sex marriage, as well as in Florida and Arizona. On a day that an African- American was elected president, voters chose to oppress another minority group by taking away their rights to a legal union. Pathetic.
Now I’ll admit gay rights isn’t at the top of my list of things to fight for. I think we’ve gotta choose our battles and my choice would be women’s rights, no question. But I believe very firmly in equality for all and most definitely that people should be free to do what they want, and in this case, who they want. So Saturday found me in the city at a Prop 8 protest. I hadn’t planned on going, in fact I had been looking forward to a Saturday in bed, but S, who’s pretty passionate about the whole thing called and well, I can never turn down a rally or protest of some kind. So we went, with me mainly in a picture-taking capacity.
There were a decent amount of people, lessened no doubt by the forecasted thunderstorm, which thankfully never came around. There were witty slogans, angry slogans, really cute guys, gay and otherwise, and lots of colorful people. I was disappointed however, by the lack of anger or passion even. I expected people to be outraged, and no doubt many were, but they sure were quiet about it. There was the usual repeating of slogans and the speakers doing a good job of rallying the crowd, but a noticeable lack of anger. Lots of happy faces though; lots of love and open affection. It was nice.
Nov 17, 2008
Nov 14, 2008
Been musical in any way
Cried in public... except that last day at school
Been able to have just one drink
Watched any James Bond movies
Understood why people do the things they do
Been happier about being alone than I am right now, but also
Secretly given up the hope of finding that one perfect man
Felt more apprehensive or excited about the future
Admitted I like these tag things, so I will now.
K, that was a lot harder than expected. Tagged by RD; I hereby tag PP, Sach, Jane Doe and Scrump
Nov 12, 2008
Nov 10, 2008
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
Nov 7, 2008
I know tis uncool to not be able to stop smiling 2 hours later, just because we had an impromptu conversation. I know tis uncool to not remember a word he said, but everything about how he looked and how good he smelled and how he smiled. I know all this and yet..
Apologies to Dire Straits for involving them in this madness.
Nov 5, 2008
I am so very very excited and thrilled and happy and excited and thrilled and excited and.. yeah I'm an emotional wreck. I just cried in the shower for like ten minutes. Most of you will probably not be surpised that I'm also pretty drunk. And happy and excited and thrilled and drunk and excited and.. you get the gist.
Oh my fucking god, Obama won! So give me this moment to be wildly dramatic and say that this is the beginning of the rest of our lives.
Nov 4, 2008
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for”. That’s the line that stands out for me. I always look at people like Gandhi and MLK Jr. who made such an impact on the world and think to myself ‘where’s our person? Where’s the person of our generation who’ll change things around? Where’s the person in Sri Lanka who’ll change things for us?” And this is it. We are the ones. We can make the changes. I was always waiting, it never really struck me before..
The first time I heard about Barack Obama, I remember ever so clearly, I was sitting in my aunt’s living room in Boston, 2 years ago, watching TV, and he was giving a speech and my aunt said to me ‘listen to him speak. If this man runs for president I would vote for him’. That January I was in Hawaii on research, and on my off day I snuck into the Hilton so I could lounge on their beach and pretend I was rich and famous, and a man walked by in flowered beach shorts who looked terribly familiar. I watched him for about ten minutes and then it struck me and I grabbed my phone and called my aunt and said ‘oh my god, Barack Obama just walked past me!’ and she said ‘oh my god did u get a picture with him?’ and I said ‘hell no! What am I, a tourist?!’
I should have got that picture.
I’ve tried to blog about the race before, but every time I do, it turns into a mindless rant; a hurling of curses at Sarah Palin. In fact, my drafts section is full of half posts, the gist of which are Fuck You, Sarah Palin. She talks of breaking the glass ceiling. Omg, after all Hilary Clinton has done for the women of this country, the thought that this obnoxious, ignoramus could be in the White House literally sends a cold chill down my spine. McCain gave a hearty F’ you to everyone who believed in him by appointing her for VP. The idea, the very idea that she could represent women anywhere is ludicrous. And frightening. Terrifying.
Today I’m wearing blue. Why? Because I’m a little on the sad side but also because I need, in every small way possible, to feel I am part of this day. One of the biggest disappointments of my life will be that I could not vote today. That the country in which I live and pay taxes didn’t allow me to let my voice be heard. I, who have been following the election for months, who chooses to watch CNN political coverage over Grey’s Anatomy, who reads every article in every newspaper I can get my hands on, who spends hours listening to youtube clips of speeches and political analysis, am not allowed to vote when ignorant fools who think Obama is a Muslim terrorist, an elitist, a socialist, can vote ignorant fools like Sarah Palin into government. I’m very upset.
But no matter. In less than 12 hours history will be made either way. We will be watching the election coverage all night, complete of course, with snacks and booze, because really, do we ever need a reason to throw a party?
I have this terrible fear that McCain will win. That all the polls are wrong and that it’ll be a Bush-Kerry all over again. I hope I’m wrong. I hope and well yes, pray too, that Obama will win. Because we need change.
Nov 3, 2008
We made it down to watch the parade, and these people I tell you, they don't hold back. The weather was fantastic (after being asskicking cold the whole week), and the energy was insane. The costumes ranged from superheroes and cartoon characters to scary, exotic, nude, wacky and just plain outrageous. We drank (obv), danced and took pictures all night.
A small sample: