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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian; Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry; I love watching thunderstorms and rain; Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones; I hate empty walls.
In the News
Craving of the week- Dark Chocolate
Reading List- Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)- 127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week- Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend- Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie
I like fruits. Correction, I love fruits. Update, I used to hate them before. There was a time in the near past (till last week), I would have much rather laid around in a field of brocolli than fork in a slice of honeydew/apple/pears/your nasty non-tropical fruit of choice. Not anymore.
Why is it of such importance to be entitled an entire post? Well, I'm starting to get at little scare all of this hating something at one stage of your life and loving it later business. Petrified even. Already I'm favourable to pink attire, eggplants, blond men, getting dressed up, html etc...it got me wondering- Fruit today, what tomorrow? Fish curry? (now that I actually hv the option of saying no I dont want to eat fish curry to my mother, I hate fish curry) Arranged marraiges? (enough said) Black talking, black writing non-black ppl? (if i see one more 'dat' on public forums I'm going to scream) Sanjay Dutt? (*shudders*) Blond highlights in black hair? (its ugly) Wraps?(its a shape issue) Ponchos? (uglier than blond highlights in black hair)
Is there any point in voicing your opinion, loudly, against something only to fall into its trap down the road? Should I, now, start relaxing my facial/vocal muscles and respond with it 'Its okay' to everything?
1 Comments:
ponchos are good things...they hide ur rolls!!!!
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