Saturday 28 June 2008

Bonanza in Bummbay (and Kihim/Alibagh)
Well as the obvious as the title is, I am going to repeat to everyone that I am in wonderful Maharashtra. I was in bombay from the 19th of june and then drove for 2 hours to the serene village of kihim where both my aunt's (dad's sister) and her son's estates are. Huge bungalows resting on acres of land and it's away from the bustling and over-crowded city and food is fresh here. I've been eating very little meat (for which I feel very good about) and in fact many days without it and I feel clean and healthy. The air here is just cleaner. No pollution, hardly any harmful gases emitting from every nook and cranny. Just lush green, monsoon and bright bright sunshine. Oh and plenty of big slobbery very affectionate dogs. The trip so far has been full of that and a lot of baby nephews(plural)-taking-caring-of and playing with baby toys and karaoke (not the type we get in singapore but where you have to stand and sing in front of an audience sitting at various tables) and dancing and good food and swimming and walking and drives and movies on the positive side and on the negative side, a little bit of snotty a-little-above-middle-aged-approaching-senior-age women (I am narrating an incident that happened this afternoon) who love assuming at the drop of a hat (just because I look oriental, and therefore better than them). This one woman I met today got out of the car with Aunty and Uncle from what she says was a 'wonderful trip' - didn't know where she had been or really care (she was Bengali as it turned out - and mind you, I have always loved Bengalis on a general scale as being warm and hospitable people) and Uncle bobby introduced me as Devendra's daughter and I smiled nicely and put my hand out and she acted like hers was made of porcelain and didn't quite do the same so it left me feeling well, akward, to say the least. So then she goes (the FIRST thing she says to me) "I see you've gone more towards your Mother's side (she was talking about my looks)". Then I go, "Well most people say I look like my dad but I personally don't think I look like either of them. Either that or I'm a blend of the two." And she gave me what seemed like a snort and she turned her ugly head in such a way that the silvery gray hair that was sitting in a 'posh' little bun that resembled a bird's nest wobbled like jell-o gone-bad. She proceeded on to tell Atika (my sister-in-law) that her trip to Manali (somewhere in the hills of Himachal) had been simply wonderful, completely brushing me aside though I was the one standing in front of her and Atika was seemingly a couple of kilometres away. So I decided I wasn't going to help miss perfect-manicure with her bags and headed on into the backhouse for lunch. I played with Atika and Bubbles baby for a bit and went out when called for lunch. The spread looked delicious and I had keema (really tasty ground Mutton - so that sorta broke the whole being-vegetarian-and-feeling-good-about-it thing) and the woman sat down too and when she asked for bread instead of chapatis (she claimed she was allergic to wheat) she said it like she'd never tasted the foreign tongue that is Hindi on her ''English'' lips. I rolled my eyes and then decided I wouldn't let her spoil my mood because I was finally settling down to the first meal of the day (at 1.20pm). She talked like a frivolous teenager (this shows that the initial plan of not-letting-myself-be-affected wasn't working so well) who was showing off a new lipgloss or a diamond-studded cellphone or her bronzed boyfriend or something along those lines, about her wonderful trip and some other wonderful things that I failed to understand as being ''wonderful'' - as she claimed. So anyway she then looks at me, rather harshly and asks my Auntie, "Sunita, she must be looking more like her mother than Davey right?" and I just about snarled at her when Aunty goes, "Honestly I think she's more of a mix". And I guess that sorta shunned her efforts because she was sure she was going to win this silent-battle with me. And then she talked about how her husband's chinese and that when her son and daughter were younger she took them to the beach on Goa and she said they were so chinky and looking at her people thought she was their maid. Obviously she was against the whole idea of an indian looking chinky, therefore this entire drama in the first place. She said they look oriental and then Rina (This lesbian friend of Aunty's who lives here) goes, "Thankfully your kids now look more like you than your husband" - I mean, if I was said anything bad to about my husband, I'd have let the bitch have it. Then the bong(Bengali) goes, "She looks oriental" - I.E I look really bad and chinky (what the fuck is wrong with looking chinky?). Then I just thought, 'At least I don't look like a shrivelled prune'. So the Prune continued her stupid conversation and her speech were like irritating little chirps that erupted over every syllable that came out of her ugly little purt mouth (that looked like the skin of a potato). It was no insult to me that she said I look like my mother, obviously, but she said it with disgust. And she might as well have been saying, ''You're indian? You look chinese and you're ugly and you don't belong here". I wanted to jam my fist into her mouth. And her nostrils were as big and wide as soup-spoons and I thought that explained why her shirt was the colour of vomit. Anyway, I am done bitching. So much bitching isn't good for my karma. Especially on a site people can access whenever. Anyway, hopefully the people concerned don't come across this but I think all these days of casing everything into this tiny shell, I will rant and rant till the sun goes down. I'm gonna watch this british series called 'Sugar Rush' now that stars this lesbian girl (in the show of course) who was also the ginger-haired one in ''Girls in Love''. I think she's brilliant and I'm sure I'll enjoy this. It'll take my mind off all the seemingly 'abstract' thinking I've been doing and all the cooping-myself-up-in-my-room-and-devouring-novel-after-novel and all the lack-of-meat (well this is minusing this afternoon's lunch of course). And. I'm hungry again. It's 9.08pm here. I'll be back on the 1st of July in the morning. My family misses me much more than I do. In fact, I feel very much at home here. I don't miss them at all. But I miss the food. And I miss Aditya. And my dogs. Well okay I do miss my family but to a certain extent. I love them nonetheless. School's starting on the 7th. Sigh. Well fun can just last so long can't it? Oh and I saw 'Untraceable' today. It's good. Watch it.

because oxygen is a drug
22:59

Wednesday 11 June 2008

..

I really fucking hate it when people judge me.
ESPECIALLY people who don't fucking know me.
And I don't fucking think I am better than everyone else, because if i did, I'd be all on my own and no one would even care about me because I'd be so self-centered to the point I'd repel people, on a general scale. And the most annoying part is, I LET myself get offended by this bullshit.

It's 2.03 am and I'm still awake (just 6 hours of sleep). surprise, surprise.

SOMETHING I STARTED AND CAN'T COMPLETE. (Just like everything else I try to do)

they pulled you up
out of the dirt
just like you did me
we filthy creatures

scathing remarks from putrid skunks
squirming in our beds
our itching shaven heads
pricking hay in our necks

our hands all tied and rusty
bleeding sceptic wounds
our bellies screaming out as us
no food, no food.

i'm done.

[i feel i am on the path to going completely haywire]

because oxygen is a drug
02:01

Sunday 8 June 2008

Battle of The Year

Honestly, the entire highlight of today was that. Considering it lasted from 7-10.30 plus and though it was amazing and practically everyone was genius at breaking, I had to sit on the wet floor and soak my ass in my shorts, which wasn't a very pretty sight when I got up cuz it looked like I had gone and peed myself. Saad didn't do a bad job, considering it's his first public challenge. I'm happy for you my rabid monkey friend thing. Yeah so anyway, Gauravierre and I went cycling in the rain this morning and we ended up laughing at practically everyone and their various tents lined along the beach in the rain and took shelter under some make-shift tent-shelter-thing and watched a man trying to kill himself by touching some electric gas meter in the rain with his bare hands but yeah, I decided to cycle off before I witnessed any potentially traumatic event. So yeah! And we had Gelare so it wasn't so terrible. Just the rain and the fact that I had just washed my hair this/that/that morning. But whatever. It's 3.13 am, so once again, I refer to yesterday. So yeah, Sasha and Saher and Aranchu and I took all these random pics in the car and then we went to Jorden's and played GTA IV being the sad stereotyped people we are and then I read Archie comics and then we started throwing ice cubes at the flats opposite while I experienced vertigo from where we stood on the 10th floor (yes I am scared of heights). And now Aranya and I are playing i-sketch because Mafia on Facebook wouldn't work for me and yeah, so yeah.
I'm a wilderbeast. I hunt meat. for.
And I made Aranya watch the ''movie'' we starred in entitled ''Stop Over''. Yeah and got embarrassed of ourselves. But whatever. Such is life. And I've been dying to sing my version of ''Come Together''. Aranya and I did some strange renditions together. And I am sick of writing lyrics and almost never having tunes for them.

WHOO WHEE WHAA (This is where Christopher William Kolkman A.K.A Krisdohfuhh, gets turned on and shows Rabbit Teeth and does the Napoleon Dynamite dance like a wild Cheetah from a zoo in Zambia)

oh and aranchu berrykinosisen just showed me some very random funny weird site: http://www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy/flyGuy.swf

because oxygen is a drug
03:10

Friday 6 June 2008

BBQ

So all day I was trying to get just 2 or 3 people to come for my brother and his friends' barbeque and no one could make it in the end and then Marie phoned me and asked me to come because she apparently wanted to meet me and it turned out to be really fun. We played all sortsa random games I didn't know interested Uni students and my phone battery died on account of I talked to Thilanga on it for over an hour. Yes, I prefer talking on the phone to messaging. I hardly reply to people(most people who know me'd disagree at this point), I mostly call them up (Explains the phone-bill). So anyway, we played some drinking games, despite the fact that no one was having hard liquor and people STILL got confused. And Heart-Attack with some very messed up and hilarious rules and some games called 'oom oom chicky chicky' some bullet-and-gun game and 007 and monkey and some stuff. And we were all surprisingly alert despite it being the wee hours of the morning. I pity the sleeping couples in the tents near us. And I can finally, actually, rest now and not worry about having to mug last minute for my Scholastic APTITUDE Test (Yes you do need to study for it). But I've gone and lost 2 important things: My IC and a $250 cheque I got as payment from the office (yes 'GASP' here). But I guess since it's in my name and my account it's not too worrying and hopefully I'll find it in some nook or cranny. And I've seemingly terminated playing my fiddle for a while. I've been doing extensive book-searching and book-purchasing. I have bought over 15 books in this week. I am reading ''I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings'' by Maya Angelou, who happens to be my favourite poet (no, not because she is my namesake - well that is one tiny eensy bit of it) because I have been listening to her poetry since the time I was 3. Yes, unlike normal mothers, mine would read me adult Maya Angelou poems. Well of course she read me stories like any other little kid likes hearing but I seemed to like the poetry most (along with my mother's made-up Mimi Morningstar Adventures - and you didn't need to know that). Well I hope my brother and I can go for that all-expense-paid Sarawak trip. He'll be the photographer and I the writer. We have to do an article or something for the magazine. And I'm looking forward to July, when I get to finally go for the Montreux Jazz Festival to watch my aunt and cousin sing and play the drums(respectively). They live in the most awesome part of Switzerland, I swear. But no place is more interesting or stunning as where my Italian and very-mildly-mixed Indian relatives live in Pitigliano, Grosseto, Tuscany. I have relatives all over the randomest parts and I'm stuck in this boring country with too-much-humidity and almost-blatant-racism and over-cencorship-of-practically-everything. But it is clean and provides me with good food and a good home. But that is about all I am grateful to this country for. Along with the fact that I have met the most wonderful people. But on a whole, I'd rather be a nomad, breathing in unfamiliar scents constantly, feeling the bustle of unfamiliar city or town-life, tasting a thousand different foods, just being in a different ambience. I am sick of the uniformity of everything and I am sick of superficial people and their constant need to stay on top of everything, when no one really cares. There's this constant rush and this greed and insatiable hunger for blood. Everyone seems to know what they want and how to get it. And I honestly have yet to discover myself for who I really am. And no one else has been able to do that yet either, find out who I really am that is. I have big plans that I may not even fulfill. My mind is always floating with uncertainties and I like to let things unfold for themselves. I guess that's why I will possibly get nowhere in the the big money-and-blood-rush. I am a dreamer and a wanderer constantly delving deep into the most unimportant aspects of life. But despite what everyone says, I will make a horrid writer, if I ever do become one like they ''predict''. I would like to do medicine. But no one sees me doing it. Life is one big big big gamble and I just can't seem to play the cards right.

And back to the book I go.

OH and I finally got the dvd for the random movie for the 48-hour-film project that I was in for just the last scene. Lets see if it gets a nomination haha. Singapore Flyer

because oxygen is a drug
18:30

Thursday 5 June 2008

BYE BABY

I've decided not to take the SAT this SATurday seeing as how I am pretty much unprepared. I shifted the testdate from June 7th to Oct 4th because by then at least I'll be more in touch with schoolwork. I'm still on my 3-month vacation. The only place I went to this entire time was a 4-day trip to Cambodia. Which was excellent minus the fact I got so ill the last two days I was an invalid. Now I've got this reading list to complete, not because I have have to, but because I have nothing else to do before school starts and I have theory to do and a lot of violin practicing. And SAT preparation (That's what I said two months ago). Anyway, I'm serious about eventually applying to the States so I'm not screwing up my SAT by taking it this Saturday. So I'm fine with my decision, despite the fact that the change-in-date fee is like, USD $15 and the woman who answered the phone and served me was definitely Texan (This has no link but it is an interesting part of this entry, yes?). But, whatever. I will reimburse my mother, eventually, like she expects me to. I need a new laptop. I really do.
Addy's going to Greece and leaving his nervous wreck of a girlfriend behind who will miss him each day and feel like it's been a month. The wonders of love. Baffles everyone, me included.
Have a great trip baby (and don't forget to bring me back a hunky Greek God. And don't you dare find a Greek woman, I hear they have too much bodily hair in the wrong places hahaha okay too much information). LOVE YOU TO BITS!

okay.

I need to pee now.

because oxygen is a drug
00:13