casey and jo jo - crazy (ya I went there.)

Today it dawned on me that, out of all the songs in the world, I always choose the ones that I don't know the lyrics to when singing in the shower.

made my day

The other day I was at work (retail one) and a family with two little kids came in. I love when parents bring their children into the store because I just chat with them, and no one can really say, "Uh Rakhee, please stop charming that kid and help this woman find an overpriced t-shirt that matches her skin tone."
You'd just sound like the grinch, yah know?

So anyways this kid was looking in the mirror practicing his Taekwondo, and I said, "Hey, you in Taekwondo?"
"Yeah"
"Yeah I was in it too, but when I was younger, not anymore."
"What belt did you get up to?"
"I think I was at blue belt, I did it for a while. What belt are you?"
"Yellow belt! And I have a stripe!"
"Wow that's really good, what do you do for your exam? Have you seen anyone
kick through a plank of wood yet?" (when I was younger, this feat haunted me)
"Nope, but I have to do front kick, side kick, back kick and ass kick"
"Sorry what? Which kick?"
"Ass kick"
At this point, his father laughing, interjects, "He's not so great with pronouncing that last one, bud its axe kick"
"YEAH that what I said, ass kick!"

first one in four years

Thursday evening, around 11:00pm, I decided to quickly check my email before hitting the sack. I turned on my computer and waited. And waited. It was taking longer than usual for Mr. HP to get going. The internet took ages to load, and I was about to turn the computer off and call it a night, when I was greeted by a spyware program that popped up. It told me that I had a million infections on my computer and I began to cringe knowing this pop up was a virus.

I tried to run my actual spyware and virus checker, hoping I could delete this virus myself (ha-ha), but quickly realized it wasn't going to work. As I closed boxes and tabs, trying to turn off the computer, I saw that my background desktop picture had changed. No longer was there a picture of a pretty yellow windowsill with flowers and vines draping out that I had taken in Cuba. No, it had been replaced by a blue background of 010101010010101010010101010100101's (that's computer language I presume) and a nice little message that said:

WARNING, YOUR COMPUTER IS UNDER ATTACK. DELETE ALL INFECTIONS. WARN YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR WIFE. ALL DATA WILL BE LOST.

I was shocked that this virus has gone so far -gotten so personal-as to tell me to warn my children and wife. Despite not having a wife or children, I felt like I was being watched and immediately snapped the laptop shut.

why excessive twittering bothers me.

Have you ever been to a music concert where the person next to you takes a million pics on their point n shoot camera and then proceeds to go through the pics and delete the ones that don't work? And after they've done that, they continue to take pics? I have.

And I say, sure, take a couple pics. Thats normal I guess. You want to hold on to a memory, or share with the world where you were and what exciting things you are doing, connect with people, or maybe make them jealous. Its a facebook thing. But jeez louise, don't do it to the point where you are so consumed with snapping shots that you forget to actually enjoy the music.

Excessive tweeters remind me of these camera happy people. Instead of enjoying life, they are more concerned with documenting every moment of it for the cyber abyss, and for what reason, I do not know.

e-waste?

I don't know why everyone wants a Kindel for Christmas. What about REAL books. I hope those never go out of style. Real books mean something. You can write notes in them, highlight them, fold pages. They smell wonderful...and you know how far you've gotten in the book. Whenever I'm reading a really good book and I can see that there are only a few pages left till its over, I get exciting.. I wonder what will happen next, how it will end...I read quickly, eager to know what is coming, but after a page, slow down because I don't want the book to end! YOU don't get that with an E-book.

Thursday's day off

I look around my room and wonder where I should start my massive clean up.
Clothes on the floor?
Dresser with hair clips, earrings, necklaces and other miscellaneous crap?
Desk with papers, receipts, envelopes and art supplies but no art?
Maybe that box full of junk from my move back home in the summer...yes I still haven't gotten around to finding a place for it.
Finally I decide, its best to start off on a positive note. I go downstairs, grab a bowl of jello, click channel 100 and settle on the episode of Glee I missed on Tuesday. Hopefully today will be a productive day...



In other news - my play is ending this Saturday. Not sure what I will do now without it... Its been the only thing keeping me together this past couple months! Yikes

woopsies

Today at work I sent an email.. among other things... but anyways, I meant to sign off this email saying:

Please do not hesitate to contact myself or _________ if you have any questions or concerns about this matter.

Instead, I forgot to write the words "hesitate to" and so the email read:

"Please do not contact myself or _________ if you have any questions or concerns about this matter."

Opening night! Sieze the day YA'LL!

We just had our opening night and it went FANTASTIC. I am COMPLETELY elated! Our pace, our energy, EVERYTHING was on point. I'm SO friggin happy I actually did this, its really been a growing experience for me and made me realize how much I LOVE acting. The response from the audience was great as well, and they seemed very theater savvy. YAY!!!

I've officially decided that, if there is anything I ever want to do, or try, or apply for, I'M JUST GOING TO DO IT. You can't think about the negative.. Ya know, that little voice in your head that's freaking out saying, 'but what if I fail?' because you'll go NO where. I tried out for this play and I got a part and its been an amazing adventure. I have no regrets whatsoever. If I had wimped out then I would have never done this and been so happy.

And sure, I have put this whole, "just do it" thing into action, and failed (that transat vacationer video audition), but I don't even mind that it didn't work out. And you know what, weirdly enough, the whole thing was sort of a boost to my confidence, cause in my head...I am actually really proud of what I put together. I figured out how to edit all that stuff on iMovie, which I've never used before, and I created a video! In like, absolutely no time either! And of course me and Mona had a lovely time at the market, drinking wine and eating food! Anyways, I'm sure its going to be a bit hard to stick to this whole, "go for it, carpe diem etc" attitude, but I'm really going to try.

Juror # 2

I've been really bad about posting on this blog because I've been out of this world crazy busy. I have an internship, a job and on top of that I got a part in a play at the community theater a while back. I literally have free time on Tuesday nights, thursday night and sundays after 5. Its not that bad though... I used to complain before when I had too much spare time, I always felt like I should be doing something really productive. I guess thats what happens when you finish university and haven't yet figured out whats next.
Anyways, despite having a full schedule for the past couple months, I am SO glad I was selected to be in this production at the theatre. Its not a huge part, but the play itself is great because every actress is on stage, physcially acting, if not delivering lines, for the entire show. Its called, Twelve Angry Women. Its a re-make of the original, Twelve Angry Men. The play is about 12 jurors who sit in a room discussing a case about a 19 year old boy who is on trial for killing his father. We have to decide on a verdict for the boy, and I play a meek, hesitant 23ish year old who is constantly swayed by the opinions of the other jurors.
AH I love it! I've missed theatre and acting so much. I used to act in highschool, it was so much fun and I really enjoyed "trying characters on" -as my drama teacher used to call it. The whole process of coming to understand your character and developing their history so that you can bring an energy that is dynamic and immediate to a scene is just exhilirating. HA, I hope my current captivation with acting isn't a precursor to the development of a multiple personality disorder!

Here's the trailer for the 1957 version "Twelve Angry Men"

good morning sunshine

AH
So today I had to go to my retail job (woohoo university degree) at 11:00am. I needed the car, so I drove my mom to work at 7:30 then rushed back home to get some shut eye before I had to get up, get ready, walk the dog, eat and go.

At approximately 9, I heard whimpering at my door. I always keep it closed when sleeping so Ralphy doesn't come in and eat my shoes or chew my clothes. I stayed SILENT. I didn't feel like getting up and opening the door for Ralph to come in.. plus my dad was still home, its FINE. Ten minutes later, paws scratching and whimpering, and then more paw scratching, so I said, "OK RAAAAAALPHY I'M COMING."
So I went to my door to open it..but it wouldn't open.
I tried again, I twisted it, I shook it, I pushed it in and out but it WOULDN'T open... I was locked IN my room. I started calling for my dad..no answer... I called again, WHERE was he??!!! I was about panic, thinking I would have to call the fire department or something (I don't know why that seemed logical at the time) BUT finally, my dad chirps up from the kitchen, "where you calling me?"
"UH YAH, IM LOCKED IN MA ROOM"
"huh?"
"LOCKED! LOCKED!!! COME UPSTAIRS"
"oooookay"
After discussing the situation at hand, my dad and I settled on hitting the door knobs from both sides with tools - I used a monkey wrench on my side (thank G I didn't clean my room on the weekend like planned) and he used... a weird big screwdriver type thing. FINALLY, the door knob broke off, and I WAS FREE!
I thanked my dad, closed my knob-less door and tucked back into bed, only to realize, it was time for work, and that I wouldn't be seeing any firemen today.

I think this is nice.

via Mona's facebook and Bravo!FACT http://www.bravofact.com/

fun at Starbucks

Yesterday I was at Starbucks working on my dandy ol' thesis and a man, probably 50ish, buisness-ey looking with blackberry in hand, sat down at the table next to mine. A minute later, a woman, slightlyyyy foreign, done up in make up, heels, and big hair arrived and scanned the room. She approached his table:
"(insert name)?" he said,
"yes," she replied,
"Hi, nice to meet you.. can I get you a drink?"
"Yes sure"
etc.
Soo0o after eavesdroppzzin on their conversation for a while, I came to the conclusion that, they were on a blind date! Ha! Interesting. So I floated in and out of thesis-ness and listening to them talk about their jobs, what they are up to and other boring random chit chat. Then, nearing the end of their Starbucks coffee date, the woman got up to go to the washroom. She took like, maybe less than a minute, and when she went back to the table, the man said,
"Wow that was quick, usually with woman you are waiting for 10 - 15minutes!"
"No, not me! I'm very quick!"
"Hahaha, yes that was fast, are you that fast with everything?!"
"Yes, thats me, fast, fast, fast"
"Well, you know, some things in life are better slow than fast"

Interlude--> EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW gross.

anyways the woman replied, "hahaha, yes" and clearly did not catch on AT ALL to his sexual inuendo. Atleast I think it was sexual inuendo...

bonding time

Yesterday I took my dog for a walk at around 10pm. I was almost at my street when I saw someone emerging out of the shadows headed towards us. It was a girl, and as she got closer she started to talk.. I was so confused.. why was she talking to me? and WHAT was she saying?
All I heard was:

'Why don't we just three way it?'
'Do you want to do a three way??'

I was shocked! I stared at her like she was completely mad! As she slowly passed me, I saw that she was wearing one of those hands-free cellphone majiggers. I had to laugh, because here I am thinking she's asking me something really inappropriate in the dark of night (not to mention, whilst I'm walking my loverly dog) but then I realized, I'm the real perv because she was probably just talking about three-way calling someone.

Lunch time banter

Yesterday after I had asked my intern buddy a bunch of questions about what its like to be a model (I get most of my information from America's next Top Model), the conversation turned to the strangest compliments we'd ever been given. So here goes:

HER strangest compliment:
"You know, you have a very aristocratic forehead"
"Uh, ok.."
"Its a compliment, in the 17 and1800's it was favorable to have a high forehead because it symbolized one's intelligence and prestige"
"Uh..Ok..Thanks"

MY strangest compliment
"You have really dense eyebrows"
"Errrh... Did you just say dense?"
"Yes, like a lot of eyebrow hairs per cm area, you know? Its a compliment, I swear, I really like them."

hip hop is an attitude....yo

THIS IS HIP-HOP! from Airwave Ranger on Vimeo.

My brother posted this. Itssssssssssssssssssssssss way too legit

Today on the Subway

Today I took the subway into Toronto.
I sat by the doors with an empty seat to my right, intently reading my book- The English Patient.
I was a bit caught off guard when a man came and sat next to me, --not that I should have been, it being the subway and all, but anyways-- after he sat down, I quickly adjusted my seating position to redefine some sort of personal space for myself.
Then the man says, "Sorry, I've put on a few this year"
AHAHA I died of laughter and then we became subway friends for about 3 stops.

cococabana

In Varadero, the tourists flock to the beach to be sautéd like caramelized onions.


I'm hungry.

Monday Funday

Today was the first day of my internship and I was talking on the phone to boss who is currently away.
She asked me how Cuba was, and so I told her.
She asked, where did I go?
and I said, Varadero and Havana,
She said, OHHH Havana too? Isn't that great etc etc,
and I said, Yes it was wonderful, it was the both of both worlds.

Just reaffirming they made the right choice hiring me.

puppy lobe

On the plane ride home from Cuba, I was fortunate enough to sit in a seat next to two 14? 15? year old love birds. I first saw these cats when I was waiting in the airport boarding area.
The girl was sitting on top of of her boyfriend, on his lap... in front of the girls mother and her mothers friend. I was very confused and laughed because, HA its funny. I mean clearly hormones are the basis of their relationship and the mother didn't really seem to be too disgruntled by this. Cough cough, MTV's 16 and pregnant.

On the flight, these assholes made a mockery of love with their long and flirty gazes at each other as the plane took off, their whispered "I love you's", they're heavy usage of the word "baby," and their constant skin on skin contact. It was strange. I mean they were SO young!!! The boy didn't even know how to fill out his landing card, not to mention, HELLO, I'm sitting right next to you, and your MOMMA is in the row in front of us!

Jeez Louise. I hope I wasn't like that with my gr9 BF back in my gangsta days. Prob not. I was too busy listening to rap music.

Oh, and Cuba was great.

This cabbie KNOWS

Once upon a time I lived temporarily in Penang Malaysia where the food is amazing and cheap and you are able to bargain with the taxi drivers. Despite the whole bargaining thing, I was often overcharged because of my failed attempts at speaking Malay and well.. Penang is small, and there's only one street where people go out in Georgetown..so they kindof knew me. Anyways after a charming and eventful night out, I got in a cab to make my way home. I started to say something like,

"X ringgits? Ok how about X ringgit? COMMON, I'm a student, I'm POOR."

"Exactly my friend, you are a student, you aren't poor at all! You've got knowledge the ability to learn and create. You are RICH."

What a lovely and englightening thing to hear. Especially when slightly intoxicated. Its the type of thing that's found in stories and tales which shed light on MORALS and ETHICS and LESSONS to be learned. However the unexpected profoundness, it put me in my place. Completely. I felt foolish and was speechless. I settled for however many ringgits he wanted to charge me because I knew he was right.

And now, recently graduated, I try to remember what he said that night when I feel despaired or irritated by unsavory feelings about what the FUTURE MIGHT BE. I should be excited noh? Lets get excited.

im feeling this

Werner Herzog Reads Where's Waldo

you are now IN the sistine chapel

CLICK MEEEE!!!!

so cool. AH! I miss Italy!

new M.I.A.

yes m.i.a. YES
I'm going to run ramped in the streets singing 'i was borrrrnnnnn free'

2 exams left

I just read like a million Lao Tzu quotes to make me feel better about my lack of a future when I graduate in like a week. Favorite so far:

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
-->but i get anxious...

An ant on the move does more than a dozing ox.
--> I FEEL THIS.

I'll leave you with this last one:

At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.



Maybe i should start going to yoga again... perhaps i'll find the answer there.

i think this song was written about me... hahah i pay my taxes.

googaabluzzzard

I need someones future plans/goals to copy.

Maybe I'll write a book.

Chapter 1
These gummy vitamins are too good for their own good. Can you OD on vitamins? If so, I definitely have.

Chapter 2
Tomorrow I have a french oral exam. I can't help but laugh every time I tell people I am practicing for it.

...you'll have to buy the book if you want to know what happens in Chapter 3.. thats when the REAL plot kicks in

yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

If you are like me and are graduating this year, you'll recognize today's magic word: internship.

zee olympics

i like feeling patriotic whilst i procrastinate

THE UWO ELECTIONS

A funny thing happened today. I'm walking to class and there are two girls standing on either side of the pathway with blue papers in their hands.
Clearly they are handing out flyers to persuade people to vote for whoever they are supporting. Anyways, I look at those flyers and think, "Jeez thats stupid."
Both of the chicks see me looking at their papers and mistake my irritation for interest.
They approach me.

The closest one to me smiles and says, "mumble, mumble, vote for bla, mumble,"

In which I reply, "thats a waste of paper," and walk on.

As I am walking I realize that... I perhaps didn't phrase what I meant to say in the appropriate manner...

I didn't mean to say, "thats a waste of paper because your person is shit"

What I meant to say was, "people are obviously going to throw that little dumb flyer out and not even look at it, the whole idea is a complete waste of paper."

Hahaha woops.

Humane society

The other day my dog decided to be an a-hole.
He snarled and tried to bite me for absolutely no reason.
I was pissed, so I got up to leave him... as I was walking away I could feel his eyes on me so I whipped around and gave him the finger.
Just as this happened, my dad walked by and saw me staring angrily at Ralphie with my middle finger extended.
He laughed.

I've hit a whole new kind of low.