umm, i think he's hot!! *sheepish smile*

i have seen three movies to date that star david hemmings. 2 of them completely and utterly blow me away! the third one... eh.. it starred jane fonda as barbarella.. and poor old hemmings was cast as dildano (points to DH for having a sense of humour about his career!) ..

i just watched Blow-up! i guess this is the 1 and half-th time that i have seen the movie. i saw the first half of the movie, ooooooh... about 10 years ago!! what can i say about the movie? the last scene is amazing and wonderful and just about sums the entire movie up for me, in the most complete and absolute manner possible.

the other movie that i absolutely love, love, love is called The Walking Stick. i have watched that movie twice in my life, i am guessing its been about 8 years since I last saw the movie. it made such a huge impact on me!! the movie explores the notion of love and faith. there's one line that the hottie utters close to the end of the movie.. and its something i will never forget... he says.. "is love that fragile?"... and i know its a stupid thing to remember or be impressed by.. but the intensity with which he says it will convince even the most cynical person that it is possible to truly, wholy love another human being and make some truly appalling errors in judgement!

the relationship between DH and SE in The Walking Stick is so beautiful - they don't stifle each other, they don't crowd each other out, they have things they share in common and things that they teach each other... i don't know if there are people who really experience that sort of a relationship - a meeting of minds at such an amazing level...

i think david hemmings has truly stunning eyes.. and an amazing presence on the screen. sure he's a little scrawny... but eh *shrug* he sure as hell makes up for it by a lot else..

here's to one slamming hottie.. may the day come soon when i find the dvd of the walking stick!!!

Woe is me....

After multiple attempts at conveying my pain in verse form, I give up!! My Ibuprofen is wearing off and my thoughts are wandering. I want to curl up in a ball and sleep, and so I shall soon.

Wish I was living in Pride and Prejudice right now, close to the end, when Mr. Darcy comes to Hertfordshire to get Bingley all settled. Or, at the part where they meet up at Pemberley. (Oh, *ofcourse* I play Elizabeth Bennet!! Is there any question about that?!?!?!?!?!?! ;) )

Wish my mum was here, I need a hug! :(
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

gotta love this..

from my google/ig homepage..

what's the difference between watergate and zippergate?

atleast this time we all know who "deep throat" is!

HA! HA!! HA!!!
*chuckle*

inner strength...

Wish I could say what's up, but that seems a little ambitious right now. My days in Charleston are numbered. A chapter in my life is coming to an end.

I'm a little scared.

We're alive....

Paul Van Dyk captures it like no other could...

zsa zsa zu... a passion for life and a hope for the future!!

i'm a smart kid! i'll make it to that european backpacking trip... life is just too short to be miserable!!! the world is too damn beautiful to waste even a second... work is definitely overrated.. :P

i am all that i need! i'm alive!!!!!!!!

what a mindblowingly awesome song!!!!! :D

a little off my game..

i am facing my chasm of silence again. its something that i heard someone from my past talk about recently. he talked about feeling a sadness and almost being able to articulate it but how words just don't convey the emotions adequately. i think what he was trying to communicate was that he was lonely. we all have our own crosses to bear.

i think its time to break out the old sound of music memories... raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens... bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.. brown paper packages tied up with string.. these are a few of my favourite things... when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when i'm feeling sad.. i simply remember my favourite things.. and then i don't feel.. so bad! :-)

men's us open finals...

feddy vs. roddy.... tough situation... federrer is a tennis god, and roddick is an underdog. if roddick has managed to add anything to his game to complement his rocket like serve, then maybe this will be a match worth watching. with jimmy connors as a coach, he has atleast a shot of a dignified final where feddy won't eat him alive... good luck to both!

just realized that i haven't lived in a place with a viable tv connection since the 1st of january this year! wowza!!! who knew the year would come? i didn't think i had it in me to cut out the addictive influence of tv from my life - and really, i haven't because i am just hooked to youtube now. still, its not the same as actually having cable...

ashish's blog about his life makes me envious. he is seeing india through a completely different set of eyes and i can tell his perspective on life is changing. i am working on changing my life too, i have great expectations of the months to come!!

bring it on, i say! bring it fricking on!! i can take it all!! i am invincible! :-D (i think i am going to go take a nap now :P)

uncivilized...

this overheard conversation reminds me of a conversation i had yesterday about how it is uncivilized to have a kid when you are a kid still yourself... (i agree completely...)

oh, need i say that i think the conversation below is absolutely hilarious and scary because it *could* be true!

(source: http://www.overheardintheoffice.com// )
It's All About Scheduling, Yo

Counter girl: Did I tell you I almost got locked up last night?
Male customer: Fo' what?
Counter girl: I took my homegirl's car and rode over to my baby daddy's momma house. Po-lice got me going through a light. I was like, "Shit, man, I got weed and a rock in my joint, and my shit's suspended, yo."
Male customer: That's some Cops shit, girl!
Girl: Fo' reals...But I worked my way out with a warning, got my baby, went home, and smoked that shit.

11th Street & F Street
Washington, DC

Overheard by: suddenly not hungry

deliciously vicious!!

Your mama is so ugly, the Pro-Lifers would make an exception in her case.

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tarantism (TAR-uhn-tiz-uhm) noun

An uncontrollable urge to dance.

[After Taranto, a town in southern Italy where this phenomenon was experienced during the 15-17th centuries. It's not clear whether tarantism was the symptom of a spider's bite or its cure, or it may have been just a pretext to dodge a prohibition against dancing. The names of the dance tarantella and the spider tarantula are both derived from the same place.]

I won't say what this word means to me, because this is a public forum and I'd rather not share. :P But, I just thought it was an awesome word for a totally awesome state of mind!

lol... post #200... charleston sucks more than the dyson cleaner...

omg! Four months ago, I never thought I'd blog. Not to put too fine a point on it, I thought it was a slightly loserly thing to do. Rather, I thought I woud do a loserly job of it. Maybe I have, at this point it doesn't matter to me what anyone else thinks - life is too short to get upset about insignificant trivialities. (As opposed to the significant trivialities. I have a lot of thoughts about effective redundancy vs. ineffective redundancy. (Some would argue that ineffective is redundant as a qualifier for redundancy, but we won't get into that! ;) ))

One of the few things that I learnt from blogging is that it is very hard to capture in print the leaps and bounds of the vivacious mind. Fleet of foot... hard to hang on to a single subject or train of thought for longer than a micro-, nano-, pico-, fentosecond! I used to write essays when I was little. Argumentative essays that would attempt to address some issue that I felt strongly about. I would attempt to put in my due dilligence and research the subject, but sometimes I'd basically write whatever *I* thought about it, a virgin document that was as untainted by external bias as possible. Ofcourse, these documents are long since lost, but I remember re-reading them at the end of my freshmen year and thinking, "Boy! Sure, my thoughts were immature, but I had passion!"

I think I am going to wean myself off the blog now and return to writing my essays. (I miss being passionate about stuff in life - I used to debate like crazy when I was in school!! These days, I just feign condescension and intellectual scorn to avoid arguments.) I am also considering applying for an English degree here (part of my "let's not get deported" campaign :P) - after all, I feel like my GRE scores tell me that I am as likely to succeed in liberal arts as engineering. Not that the GRE scores say much of anything that is valuable (not mine, anyway).

I think I am going to refrain from saying all that is on my mind, sometimes a blog isn't the place to state what's on your mind. Suffice it to say that while this labour day weekend was devoid of any in-person, real human interaction I have enough food for thought to last me a week.

frou frou - let go

Today is the 2 year anniversary of the happenings in Beslan. I rarely voice an opinion about "current" affairs. I feel like my knowledge of the circumstances is lacking, no matter how much I read I can't filter out the fact that there is an incredible amount of bias in reporting and that geo-political situations are so complex that no analysis is comprehensive enough. So, I take the easier way out by reading enough to be informed, but not enough to start feeling confident about the subject.

I think its really sad and despicable that innocent lives get squandered in someone's crusade to gain some arcane cache. At the risk of sounding juvenile, asinine, moronic, you name it, I wish there was a way for people to voice their concerns and have them addressed in a "verbal" manner. With the Internet gaining increasing dominance in our lives, I hope that the next form of terrorism is cyber terrorism - with the worst form being the major news websites being hacked into and littered with propaganda. Bullshit news I could deal with, but atleast then I don't have to think about some random parent in Russia who is hanging on to the doll that his five year old used to play with- who went to school and never came back.
I remember the few weeks that I had off, when I was in middle school, when the Bombay riots were tearing the city apart. My friends and I basically had the time of our lives wasting our time doing stupid stuff - I remember the only incident that happened in my town was a Muslim barber's shop being vandalized. Sometimes it amazes me how exhiliarating oblivion can be!

I know my thoughts are moronic. What can I say? I loved My Little Pony as a child and played with Barbie. My thoughts seem to have stagnated - my concept of peace, happiness and calm are pretty basic. Next thing you know, I might even suggest handing an ice-cream to every terrorist and monitoring their endorphin / serotonin levels and seeing if there are any benefits to this lactose based therapy. Moron signing out.

tongue in cheek... ouch!

From the beeb:
"When I lost the first set, I understood I had no more choice than winning the next two."
Justine Henin-Hardenne shows off her in-depth knowledge of the game.


... haters! ;)

sex and the city..

I was watching the last few scenes of SATC on youtube and my skin broke into goosebumps as Mr. Big finally found his soulmate. I think its great that people find their soulmates, or think they have (while that lasts). Their joy is something special and it warms my heart to see them happy together. Ofcourse, one hopes that the couple is not one of those annoying, attached at the hip type and that you like both the people, otherwise its hard to be friends with just one of them. (I will spare everyone my never ending bitter rantings about annoying couples and the tragedy of third-wheeling.)

Anyway, returning to SATC. Mr. Big's real name is John!?!?!?!?! How anticlimactic is that? I think he should have stayed unnamed. Mr. Big, Mr. Darcy... for some truly tremendous guys no first name can do justice. (Although, Mr. Darcy's first name was Fitzwilliam, which I like! :P)

I am really looking forward to shipping out of Chucktown. There is no sense in trying to analyze some things, I don't know what I need to learn from my time in Charleston. What I did learn is that one has to face disappointments in life with equanamity and that I am still not good at that.

note to self - song i liked

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wkE-VmjkUI

artist singing the song - Tenfold Loadstar