Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Of Little Boys and Girls with Masquerading Hairbrushes, Shampoo Bottles and Broomsticks

I always, always find the Academy Awards ceremony inspiring. From the exquisite dresses right down to the awe-inspring video montages and soul stirring acceptance speeches.

Time and again, the Oscars remind us of the resilience and the ultimate triumph of the human spirit. From the acting goddess (Meryl Streep)who after multiple nominations, still churning out jaw dropping performances; the beat up actor (Mickey Rourke) rising again in the acting ring after losing all; and kids who live so far below poverty lines in slums making it across the globe to touch a piece of their dreams. The human spirit triumphs again!

Which reminds me of this quote:

" “It is not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement. And at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” -Theodore Roosevelt (1910).

Happy Dreaming, everyone!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Viva L'Amour

Im enjoying my spritual journey. The peace, harmony and most of all acceptance I feel for myself, is liberating. I confess that I struggle to meditate or even be still if my day has been particularly tough. Even so, the mere act of taking time out for myself is giving me an obscene amount of joy. Reading for half an hour,absorbing the words written on page, blogging every couple of days or sipping from a cup of mint tea whilst allowing my mind to travel. I just never knew! Isnt that amazing?

This Valentine's Day, for the first time, I will be celebrating me. I havent quite decided on my activites for the day yet, whether I'd be up and about or just hanging in my pyjamas reading. I'm leaving it to my gut tommorrow. And yes, that does mean I will indulge in some chocolates.:):)
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Colouring Cravings

I've had a really strong urge in the past few days to colour with oil pastels. When I close my eyes, I can feel their creamy surfaces gliding on my sketch pad. Red, green, yellow, blue and my personal favourite; gold. Make no mistake, I am no oil pastel art genius. I also loved snapping them till they break into bits, just to test how tiny the flakes coulld get. Oh, and one time, I sprinkled brown crayola flakes on vanilla ice cream and served them up to my sister. Naturally, after that episode, I was not allowed to own any crayon by the parental unit till I was 12. :):)
So this post, is a tribute to crayons, which remind me of simpler times, and are the stuff of kid's dreams. Not very many other things can do that.

Colourfulll yours:):),

Monday, February 2, 2009

Post No 2#

I'm repenting. I will write more this month. Thats a promise. Heck, I'll write up another post tonight. Unfortunately, though, its 3am and I cannnot think up something terribly original or interesting. So I am seizing the opportunity here to yak about myself. I figure it'll be a great way for you readers to get to know me (since I'm new to the blogging scene) and I'll have a new post at the end of it. And oh yeah, consider yourself tagged;)

***Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you (or I know you pretty dang well, but still quite enjoy listening to you talk about yourself).***

Here goes.

1. I write in the middle of the night.
2. My favourite ice cream flavor is butterscotch.
3. I think John Stamos is the sexiest man ALIVE.
4. I go out of my way to step on crunchy leaves.
5. I am a bad driver. Ive gotten into 4 accidents the past year alone.
6. I fidget with anything when in the middle of an uncomfortable conversation.
7. I love whisky.
8. I can skip to 500 without stopping.
9. I hate T-shirts.
10. I love Lily and Marshall from How I Met Your Mother
11. Despite the world hating Brangelina, I secretly love them.
12. Touching velvet makes my teeth chatter
13. Animals creep me out
14. I want to meet John Stamos
15. I get restless in aeroplanes. I walk up and down the aisle like a lunatic.
16. I get a new hairstyle at least once a year.
17. I can feel my life slipping away when I do my laundry.
18. I've never been to a zoo.
19. I'd like to be Simon Cowell's stylist.
20. I look like my mom. Or so I've been told.
21. I love my friends
22. I can be too nice.
23. I can have a deep meaningful conversation with anyone.
24. My favourite meat is pork.
25. I am obsessed with my hair.

Moolah Magic

Snippets from a perfecty random chat with a friend over whisky and wine. It was late and we weren't sober. Naturally.

Ryan: Dash, if you had a billion dollars, what would you do for yourself?

Me: Uhm, I dont

Ryan: Grrrrrrrkkkkkk. Wrong answer. Despite your noble intentions, I meant for you. What would you treat yourself on? What would you give yourself?

Me: Ryan, you HAVE to teach me how to make that buzzing sound. I'll be sooo with it.

Ryan: Dash, really.

Me: Fine. I want to go to the Taj Mahal. I want to be there early in the morning, sit down, breathe in the love and feel the earth before anybody else arrives. I want to help needy children. I love watching kids faces light up. I want to be a wanderlust. I want to love someone unconditionally. I've never done it. I want to be loved unconditionally. I want to be a spokesperson against injustices practised anywhere in the world. It makes me feel needed.

Ryan: You're a complete waste of a billion dollars, mate.

Me: I know. I am worth this whisky, though. Corny don't come free.:)
What would you do for yourself, Ryan, with that billion dollars?

Ryan: I'd buy myself a couple of corvettes.


So what would you guys buy with a billion dollars, then? Buy that apartment by the beach? Or a couple of corvettes? Do share. I would love to know. And feel free to down that glass of wine. :)