Material girl

I watched The Descendants on Thursday.  I liked it a lot. I didn’t love it. But the like is real. The underwater scene was amazing. As was Hawaii. Why dear God, wasn’t I born there? I love Bangalore, I do. We’ve been in a love-more love relationship for over 20 years but Hawaii! You’re like the Ryan Gosling of my life now.  Crazy-talented with all the beaches and lush greenery and tropical cocktails, not to mention your so-unreal-that-you-have-to-be-photo-shopped-beauty, but I can never have you…  

*Sigh

I don’t think Clooney deserves the Best Actor Oscar. I mean, he’s already got himself some gold for Syrianna. I’m fairly certain that Jean Dujardin will win that one… It’s a pity that Uggie the dog wasn’t nominated. What is it with Jack Russell terriers? They’re almost too adorable.

Which reminds me; why is Drive not getting any Oscar love? The movie was stunning. I’m in love, not just with the super-luscious Driver, but with every frame of that movie, and Nicolas Winding Refn, and the hot pink credits…

*Oh my god!!! Indigo is playing Una noche by 98 degrees!!! I haven’t heard that in so long… I loved the video way back when the song was new.

I’m at work right now. Paying the dues is such a bitch but technically, I’ve nothing else to do.  Yes, I said it. I’ve nothing to do on a Saturday. Ever since the Pianoman started lawyer-ing I see him less and less. Tres tragic.

I’m currently reading The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides, and no, I haven’t seen the movie and I’m probably not going to either.  I also committed the cardinal sin of judging a book by its cover and bought The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. When I was at the book store, I saw these new Penguin book covers for Zadie Smith’s White Teeth and four others that were a part of Penguins’ 75th anniversary. They got tattoo artists to design their covers so every book cover is this explosion of colour.  I’m a sucker for stuff like that;  you should totally check them out.

Why is it so hard to find nice stationery? I mean stuff like this or this or even this? There are no decent postcards that you can send… the Chumbak ones are nice but not Bangalore-y.  All I’d need is this, in red and I think I could take care of all my stationery needs…

(*er-hem if you need pointers on what to buy me for the big three-oh coming up, I just told you).

{big love}

 

a case of you

mon amie,
mon amour,
pièce de mon coeur,

je t’aime toujour…

(29th Jan, 2012: year #6)

all of the lights

How pretty is this??

The original ‘It girl’

“The more I see of men, the more I like dogs.”

- Clara Bow,  Silent film Hollywood actress

Auld Lang Syne

I’m glad 2011 is over and done with. It was such a colourless year. Also, I’m really hoping that the Mayans are right and that 21st December, 2012 is the last day of life as we know it. Simply because I’d like to see the faces of the ‘best and brightest’ minds the world over who laughed it off as silly superstition.  Coming to think of it, it’s 2012, where my hoverboard and robot slave?

Tut-tut

I’ve made resolutions!

• No more moping at home, will go out
• If forced to be at home, I will still not bemoan my lot
• I will exercise, have big wedding at the end of the year (before the 21st, so yay!) that I must look hot at. (The wedding’s not mine)
• Will go easy on the booze and the smokes. As wonderfully husky as the Menthols make my voice, I still can’t carry a tune. So what’s le point?
• Will develop skills by taking classes. Languages, baking or even bellydancing.  There’s no point in being single and responsibility-free if I don’t DO something with all my time, right?
• Will physically visit / hang with people outside of my usual circle
• Will bravely shop till I drop… for clothes and shoes and accessories
• Will work on my manners and temper
• I really have to oil my hair more
• And moisturize
• I’m also not going to cut my hair that often
• Will pierce something
• Ditto tattoo
• Will blog more

There’re a few more, but I can’t write them down.  So, crossing my fingers and preparing to be pigheaded about my resolutions.  Go me!

(My 31st night was nice. Very relaxing. I made a drunken Orange cake and met somebody who reminded me a lot of the other Granny Esme. Watched The Rise of the Planet of the Apes on the 1st, with homemade Cosmos.)