Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Anomaly

Tonight is a quiet night. Its rather comforting to intermittently peel away from your other half and have some personal time to do your own thing, girly things such as shaving, plucking and waxing and some appreciated time sitting in bed reading a classic next to the bedlamp.


Feeling rather fidgety earlier on and unamused at the programs on the tele, I stumbled upon a reliable favourite of mine, something I can regularly depend on to entertain myself when nothing else is on (don't you realize yet that I'm a tv junkie?), good ol' Roseanne.


Do not be careless to think I go unpunished for my likings. I have been jeered at previously by Dan since a common undeserved early impression on this sitcom is rather grey: hickish and red-neck are the terms ordinarily used in its opinionated description. Is it reasonable for me to blame others, since the only 2 channels that still bear to air it are Prime and CMT (Country Music Television)?

The traces of personal tastes pertaining to the outback can only be effectually found on the dreary days of winter when I wear my cowboy boots. Similar to many fellow urban young adults, I do regard country music with an extent of disdain.


However, to my disappointment, I fear that most members of my age group fail to discern the value of this show. Other than journey down the timeline to comedy sitcoms concerning family life such as Leave it to Beaver or Father knows Best, Roseanne was a pioneering sitcom that aptly demolished those formal schemas to approaching family life. Riddance to those painfully stringent inapplicable rules to raising a family like those we once knew of when North America was still a good safe place and residents didn't necessarily have to lock up in their neighbourhood. Welcome satire, where parents need not be uptight, incessantly worried about their offsprings' future. Where parents and guardians can conceivably be light-hearted, sit back and laugh, strike up a joke or two. I recall watching it in my younger days and feeling so refreshed to their different angle and perspective on family life, half-cursing the circumstance of my family and asian culture, fantasizing that surely all North American families must have been liberal like theirs.


Lets not forget the chemistry that Roseanne Barr (her last name changed to Arnold during that period), John Goodman and their fictictious children have amongst each other. Recently, I watched a reunion of them on Larry King. To watch them foster warmth to each other, recalling memorable special episodes and singing 'inside' songs delighted me, seeing that colleagues can be amiable to each other. Quite dissimilar to the way Seinfeld characters relate to each other in reality.


Remember this?



Love the circular panning shot of the table.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Funny pictures

*Sniff* *sniff* Curiosity killed the dog

Don't eat meeeeeee....!



Turtle!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Cringe

Well, I can heave a sigh of relief now that all my grades have been published, and for one, I rather want to kill myself. It seems that my last race to considerably augment my marks have proven disappointing results. My talents can only reel in minute increments of improvements.
Fortunately, I still have one more semester and further of my adult life to accomplish gleaming results worthy of pride in my post-grad era. Ha. Ha. Ha.



On a happy note, I deserted all grievances and made a regrettable decision to plunge myself in hedonistic pleasures: Shopping and Useless chatter (euphemism for Gossip). How girlish.


  • 11:57. Rolled over, slurped drool, peeked at clock. Holy shit. 1hr 3min to get ready, meet C.
  • 1:20. Pulled into parking lot. Approached by man in a wheelchair, asking for money.
  • 2:45. C and I arrive at our favourite street after getting distracted twice and forgetting to turn into our designated street. What useless chatter can do.
  • 2:50. Got 53min of free parking on my spot. Such luck is glee.
  • 3:16. Biting into glorious oraganic fare. Chickpea Masala, how could I have lived without you?
  • 3:45. Shopping.C takes note of a multi-coloured unique blanket, pointing and exclaiming that its funny that her mom makes the same kind. A wedding dress catches my attention. The owner responds saying that its never been worn and we could cut it up to use it for material. The shop also contains commercial fishing tools. Peculiar.
  • 3:52. Shopping. Perhaps I've walked into my favourite toy store too often. Owner flashes a knowing smile. I create a damage of a hundred dollars purchasing only 2 items. After initial delirous ecstacy, C finally buys the Johnny Cupcakes limited edition shirt she's been pining for. Oh the darkness of jealousy.
  • 4:20. Shopping. Getting carried away. Incessant grabbing of one-of-a-kind clothes, accesories, standing in changing rooms, useless chatter of what makes good pairing of clothes. Acquisition of faux tortoise-shell sunglasses, a seagreen empire waist top and a seven-dollar scarf bearing french colours. Voila! Monetary grief. I've begun to develop an insatiable desire for vintage articles, fooling my naive self with the seemingly 'vintage' prices.
  • 4:51. Shopping. Another vintage distraction. Beaded bags. Exquisite velvet teal shoes. Cream boots with embossed decorations of Pegasus' wings. Dainty beige stacked heels. My damnable size 8 clown-feet are laughable.
  • 5:10. Mad rush to the car. Relief. Car is still in sight.
  • 5:20. Drop off a gift at another vintage store. Shopping. Eyeing a cream-coloured clutch with delicate smooth suede lining. $14. Deterrence, since looking at shopping bags hanging off my pale circulatory-cut arms.
  • 5:56. More useless chatter about people we know, people from school. Some guy who looks like he's 40 turns out to be 28. Confirmed by C. What revelation.


I'm upset by the frequency of pink.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

BLEH.....

I'm not quite sure how to approach my situation.


4 exams that cover a tremendous amount of material and 2 exams on one day.
Surely, I'm going mad.


On a lighter note, I'll have 2 days to escape my surburban hell and have some R&R at the Sheraton Wall Centre and hopefully, mostly do my studying there. I sorta see it as if I have to write something magnificently brilliant and I'm going to the Hamptons for some inspiration.
Ha! Ideally, that's what I'd hope it would be, but knowing my sloth of a character and the attention span of 'W' Bush, not too surprising to see me galavanting all day long.

Mmmm.... swimming.


So, I won't be blogging much for a couple of days. Till the 15th.
I know.... how shameful of me to not have blogged for such a long period of time, and now, more nothingness.
Well, if I made a living in blogging, you'd see posts everyday and perhaps more than one a day, but for now, my livelihood is being a student.
I'll have some interesting posts to excite you with very soon. *wink*

Cirque Du Soleil: VAREKAI

3 words.

Astounding



Amusing



Enchanting


If it comes to your town, do go see it to free your mind!
Apologies for the lack in pictures for this is all I could get.