1. My hot showers that leave the bathroom all steamed up
2. Citrus zest on desserts
3. Christmas songs, trees and hats
4. Getting advantage points
5. Vanilla and spice scented candles
6. How I Met Your Mother, Foster’s, Scrubs and ANTM
7. Coffee table books
8. Photographs
9. Onesentence and postsecret
10. Cheesecake
11. Being silly and loved for it
12. His t-shirts
13. Fancy dinners with silverware
14. Takeaway on room floors
15. When the dryer works like a charm
16. Almost dark chill afternoons
17. Being more like my mom and dad than I thought I was
18. Cookie dough
19. Making them smile
20. Insanely long walks all over
21. Doing it just because I can
22. Rent’s ‘no day but today’ and Love Actually’s ‘all I want for Christmas’
23. Singing along
24. Old movies
25. Fresh flowers
26. When India wins “with two balls to spare”. Better yet, none
27. Doing things they didn’t think I could
28. Being loved because of me, and not in spite of it
29. Doing
30. Saturday brunches
31. My gorgeously perfect friends
32. The ones that aren’t that perfect either
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
In loving memory
In loving memory of two near and dear ones...
firstly of this blog, started with the best of intentions
with enough to say to worthify itself of its existence
yet cruel writers block
that infinitely seemed to stretch
claimed this fair blog
now just a waste of pixels
or whatever it is that it's a waste of. i really have no clue what you call these things.
the next we mourn for
is an aspiring writer
a journalist
yet she's lost her touch
her observance and originality..among much else
she wishes it werent so
but she just cant seem to write like she used to
she's tried
and tried
before taking a break to try some more
yet what's done is done
and she knows how to live with things she doesnt agree with
she's had the practice
maybe she'll change
but not on this christmas day
may their souls rest in peace.
firstly of this blog, started with the best of intentions
with enough to say to worthify itself of its existence
yet cruel writers block
that infinitely seemed to stretch
claimed this fair blog
now just a waste of pixels
or whatever it is that it's a waste of. i really have no clue what you call these things.
the next we mourn for
is an aspiring writer
a journalist
yet she's lost her touch
her observance and originality..among much else
she wishes it werent so
but she just cant seem to write like she used to
she's tried
and tried
before taking a break to try some more
yet what's done is done
and she knows how to live with things she doesnt agree with
she's had the practice
maybe she'll change
but not on this christmas day
may their souls rest in peace.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
So, I've seen a Play. In a Theatre.
For those who know me, yes, I was grinning like an idiot for about 2 hours before and after the show, as well as enthusiastically treating (my blog, my words) anyone nearby to my own versions of 'Tomorrow' and 'Hard Knock Life'. Oh, the play we went to see was Annie, playing at the oh-so-posh sounding Royal Theatre, Nottingham.
Annie is one of those timeless classics (yeah it's a cliche...but there's a reason a cliche became a cliche, right?) that doesn't target a particular age group. Hm, scratch that, maybe it does target a particular age group..... that age group just before pessimism, cynicism and realism set in,that childish part of ourselves, and we honestly believe that the orphan will get adopted by billionaire, who marries his charming assistant, and that the tyrannical owner of the orphanage gets the sack and the country gets a fresh new outlook on their economic crisis thanks to an eleven year old girl. And for the duration of the show, I honestly did. With every 'Tomorrow there'll be sun' and 'Betcha they're good' the flickers of hope that died out whenever you scan the headlines would get relit (is that bit of imagery working?) until the joie de vivre could be compared to a veritable inferno.
Hm, I was just wondering, would I have gone to watch Annie were it a brand new release, ie- had I not seen it about a bazillion times before?
I don't think so. Because having seen it so many times, Annie is a sort of a reminder of that time when I could just watch Annie, and go 'down to play' with friends and we'd role play and sing in the car-park, when I honestly did believe it was possible for every single loose end to get tied up, every orphan happy...... had I seen it for the first time last night, I probably would have had to fight down about a million different questions, from Warbucks' millions to Sandy's timely appearances, it wouldn't have been half as believeable, because to me, last night, there was a 'happily ever after'. And that was only possible because it wasnt 17 year old realistic me watching, it was the grinning, giggling, exciteable 7 year old me........
For those who know me, yes, I was grinning like an idiot for about 2 hours before and after the show, as well as enthusiastically treating (my blog, my words) anyone nearby to my own versions of 'Tomorrow' and 'Hard Knock Life'. Oh, the play we went to see was Annie, playing at the oh-so-posh sounding Royal Theatre, Nottingham.
Annie is one of those timeless classics (yeah it's a cliche...but there's a reason a cliche became a cliche, right?) that doesn't target a particular age group. Hm, scratch that, maybe it does target a particular age group..... that age group just before pessimism, cynicism and realism set in,that childish part of ourselves, and we honestly believe that the orphan will get adopted by billionaire, who marries his charming assistant, and that the tyrannical owner of the orphanage gets the sack and the country gets a fresh new outlook on their economic crisis thanks to an eleven year old girl. And for the duration of the show, I honestly did. With every 'Tomorrow there'll be sun' and 'Betcha they're good' the flickers of hope that died out whenever you scan the headlines would get relit (is that bit of imagery working?) until the joie de vivre could be compared to a veritable inferno.
Hm, I was just wondering, would I have gone to watch Annie were it a brand new release, ie- had I not seen it about a bazillion times before?
I don't think so. Because having seen it so many times, Annie is a sort of a reminder of that time when I could just watch Annie, and go 'down to play' with friends and we'd role play and sing in the car-park, when I honestly did believe it was possible for every single loose end to get tied up, every orphan happy...... had I seen it for the first time last night, I probably would have had to fight down about a million different questions, from Warbucks' millions to Sandy's timely appearances, it wouldn't have been half as believeable, because to me, last night, there was a 'happily ever after'. And that was only possible because it wasnt 17 year old realistic me watching, it was the grinning, giggling, exciteable 7 year old me........
Sunday, March 25, 2007
the one that came around 5 years after the last
You know what i HATE about our generation? We're sooo lazy! We just procrastinate and dwadle and put off..it's disgusting, we are pathetic excuses for human beings......we promise to finish something, we never do, we start blogs never to update them.....and try to get away with that by launching bitter attacks on our generation so that noone comments on how it's been over 4 months since our last post. (did i pull it off?)
Hm, you would think, wouldnt you, that I'd have 4 months worth of fabulous views to share (assuming i ever did share views, leave alone fabulous ones on this blog) but im feeling oddly empty....nope, not looking for love or redemption or a sense of meaning and other rubbish, but empty because i realised i dont have much to say. Annoying, since during the board-time i had quite a bit to say, and wrote out things...lists, cricket hysteria....... but now im drawing a blank. And its annoying me, since i think my blog is the least updated and i was hoping to come back with a bang! hm, can i say that this post is trying to bring out the sheer futileness (did i just make that up?) of an enthusiastic writer (my own meaning applies here) who just cant think of anything to say right now, but rest assured when she's settling down to watch tv, she'll think of something.....but being as lazy as she is, (it's a generation thing) she'll convince herself that it's quite boring actually, and crank up the volume.
So yesterday South Africa's world cup came to an end, a little over month after India's (i just HAD to mention it, come on) and in a very unelegant way....Australia crushed them, teasing a bit with a 6/1....then a 44/2.....before getting bored of toying with them and going in for the kill (although, the proteas did make it to the semi, after last world cup's easily avoidable mistake- for the unitiated, match was cut short and Duckworth-Lewis applied. only Shaun Pollock -the then captain, removed after the match, the end of South Africa's campaign- mistook the figure on the little slip of paper coach handed him to be the number of runs required to win, it was ,ofcourse, the number of runs required to tie. this mistake lost South Africa all mathematical chance of progressing into the quarter finals)....final should be interesting, we all know who we want to win yet I can't help but think they're not going to. It's not anything apart from the fact that Australia is just too damn good......sounds hopeless, but there you go. Sri Lanka is an amazing team, they qualified with style, they play well yet dont have the aura of invincibility that the Australians have, although ive heard some members of our team beg to differ. But still, it's not over yet.....
Hm, you would think, wouldnt you, that I'd have 4 months worth of fabulous views to share (assuming i ever did share views, leave alone fabulous ones on this blog) but im feeling oddly empty....nope, not looking for love or redemption or a sense of meaning and other rubbish, but empty because i realised i dont have much to say. Annoying, since during the board-time i had quite a bit to say, and wrote out things...lists, cricket hysteria....... but now im drawing a blank. And its annoying me, since i think my blog is the least updated and i was hoping to come back with a bang! hm, can i say that this post is trying to bring out the sheer futileness (did i just make that up?) of an enthusiastic writer (my own meaning applies here) who just cant think of anything to say right now, but rest assured when she's settling down to watch tv, she'll think of something.....but being as lazy as she is, (it's a generation thing) she'll convince herself that it's quite boring actually, and crank up the volume.
So yesterday South Africa's world cup came to an end, a little over month after India's (i just HAD to mention it, come on) and in a very unelegant way....Australia crushed them, teasing a bit with a 6/1....then a 44/2.....before getting bored of toying with them and going in for the kill (although, the proteas did make it to the semi, after last world cup's easily avoidable mistake- for the unitiated, match was cut short and Duckworth-Lewis applied. only Shaun Pollock -the then captain, removed after the match, the end of South Africa's campaign- mistook the figure on the little slip of paper coach handed him to be the number of runs required to win, it was ,ofcourse, the number of runs required to tie. this mistake lost South Africa all mathematical chance of progressing into the quarter finals)....final should be interesting, we all know who we want to win yet I can't help but think they're not going to. It's not anything apart from the fact that Australia is just too damn good......sounds hopeless, but there you go. Sri Lanka is an amazing team, they qualified with style, they play well yet dont have the aura of invincibility that the Australians have, although ive heard some members of our team beg to differ. But still, it's not over yet.....
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