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Mid-Week Update (5)

To those who celebrated Thanksgiving, how was it? I hope it went well. I was so full it lasted into the next day, so I only ate fruit. I only drank coffee, tea and water but at five, I started drinking wine.

My Thanksgiving was great. The food was EXCELLENT as my mother is a wonderful cook. We stayed up late just drinking, eating and watching television. Mostly just the “Three’s Company” marathon and a movie about a family in Texas whose patriarch is knocking at death’s door and the family’s arguing about the will and each other. Beverly D’Angelo, Beau Bridges and Tess Harper were the only actors I recognized.

The next day, I went to the library and I picked up “The Kite Runner” which I’ll start reading December 1st for my Goodreads book group. I also checked out two DVDs, “Chocolat” and a film from Spain with Carmen Maura, who I believe has the loveliest brown eyes. I’ll say she’s my favorite Spanish actress mostly because she acted in all those Almodovar films.

I had a dream about giant ivory-yellow colored roses early this morning… I wonder what that could mean, I’m sure nothing negative though. Anyone know about dream interpretation? I don’t know much about it to be honest, so I’ve decided to start reading more into it. I’ll put up a list soon of books I plan to start with.

I hope everyone has been having and will continue to have a great week#:-)


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A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

for twenty-one years
I’ve been accused of a crime
that I’ve refused to deny…
the crime of Love

oh Love,
that funny little feeling that
floats at the pit of our stomaches
that the world’s geniuses can not explain

some can call it crazy
and I certainly do agree
Love is a crazy, wilde thing

some can call it stupid
and I completely understand
no doubt, it makes no sense
and I believe it never will

for twenty-one years
I’ve been called a criminal
for what I wanted to give of myself
to this world

oh Love
a feeling that stalks me
every day
either between sentences
in a book I’m reading
or faint in the background
of a song I’m listening to
or sometimes
when I’m out walking
I can hear it’s petal footsteps behind me
when the wind blows
I hear it’s androgynous voice
calling my name in a whisper
at my ear
and my dreams-
well, Love is my dreams
my dream
is to be with the one I love

Oh Love
I lay down my weapon
strip off my armor
and reveal myself to you
Oh Love
I surrender.
Take me. I’m yours…

written: August 27, 2010

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Mid- Week Update (4)

Chapter twelve of “Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone” is called “The Mirror of Erised”.

Erised. Desire but backwards. You look into a mirror and see what you desire in your life. If I looked into that mirror, what would I see? What would I want to see? Sadly, I believe that what I want to see would be a bit different from what I’d actually see.

I’d want to see myself as a successful model, more fabulous and entertaining as Tyra Banks, Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford, Iman and Heidi Klum rolled into one. Or maybe, in a wonderful relationship with the guy that I have’nt seen in about three years, who I honestly never get to know and who I still think about…

If the mirror of Erised was real, what would you see? Even if you don’t leave a comment here, that’s fine but at least think about it to drive yourself a little crazy…

I finally finished “The Unabridged Edgar Allan Poe”, a gigantous book that my brother gave to me last August. I also bought a new book, “Arabesque” by Geoffrey Household that my baby sis recently tore pages out of, I’ve taped about half of them back together… And I need more tape.

In some other literary-related news, I’ve planted 2 new plants, a basil and a carpet of snow, and I named both of them after my two favorite French poets, Baudelaire and Rimbaud…

I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving, and if you don’t celebrate it, no worries, there’s nothing stopping you from stuffing your face and getting together with family. #;-)

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In The Night, I…

do I?

smell the joss stick
burning on the nightstand?
yes, and I lay on my “bed”
for the night or for the hour;
I try to write
and then cry myself to sleep
dreaming of the past
haunted by old memories-
memories of joy
NOT of sadness…

can I?

allow this one quick kiss?
from a stranger whose
name I could never forget
you were new here and all I
ever wanted, was to watch you
in your moments of solitude
my love, my krush, it seems
it’s you I’ve lost

don’t I?

just want to die?
because I don’t want to lie
much longer to you or anymore
in your bed; waiting for the shot
like a yellow sitting duck
a stack of paperbacks on the floor
two glasses of shiraz on the dresser,
lights off, jazz music coming out
the stereo… The whole time,
I dream of being with another face…

(written: August 31, 2011)

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10 (No, 20!) Trends We Hope Never Come Back

(via Glamour magazine’s October 2011 issue)

1. The spiral perm (never had one, would’nt want to try it either)
2. Teased “mall bangs” (sounds very ’80s, not interested)
3. Two- tone “skunk” (seems like a form of self-tagging)
4. Visible lip liner (I’m so sorry, I was 12 and was trying to look like other girls…)
5. 100% penciled- in brows ( obviously fake/unattractive/garish… )
6. Frosty white lipstick (this probably does’nt even look goode on frosty white people)
7. The dexterity inhabiting, superlong nails that are now having a moment (again, I was 12 and wanted to belong,plus did’nt Coco Chanel call them “vulgar”?)
8. The fish pedicure (fish is to be eaten, that’s it or admired in a tank)
9. Oompa Loompa bronzer (Snookie j’accuse, and everyone else on “Jersey Shore”)
10. Disturbingly fake-color contact lenses (especially when the wearer acts as if it’s their natural eye color)
11. Glow-in-the-dark disco makeup (only if it were the ’70s or if I went to a rave)
12. Faux-hawks (Did I think they were cute? Yes. Do I? )
13. Vajazzling (and alternatively, pejazzling) (never done it, worried about the health risks)
14. Mullets ( just plain trashy)
15. Reverse mullets, a.k.a. the Gosselin (this takes it too far)
16. The half-shaved head ( maybe if I’m around in the year 3000)
17. Trout- lip injections (to lick like a fish-human hybrid ,right?)
18. Tooth tattoos (seriously?)
19. Goth makeup (I think a person goes too far after the black clothes,black liner and black nail polish)
20. Logo manicures (more self-tagging)

(All comments in parentheses, are purely my opinion)

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the doorknob was loose
the doorknob to my room
through that round hole in the door
my secrets ran into the world
into the lives of complete strangers
(beautiful strangers, but STILL, UNknown)

the strangers were whores
the strangers were sick
I watched them every night through
that round hole in the door
to find them
doing absolutely nothing
reading, making Love and drinking tea
at midnight
(I wrote poems about their actions,
about a thousand pages; did’nt sell
one copy)

the poems were nothing spectacular
the poems did’nt really exist
though being a voyeur, I fabricated
a lie of being a worthless poetess
who wrote a bunch of poems that
no one ever read
(maybe at the library, where all of the
books are dead)

written: March 14, 2010

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(The way of love…) Rumi

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky- circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.

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Mid-Week Update (3)

It is actually November. Halloween has come and gone, and the fall season is in it’s last month. Next month, Christmas-mania begins…

Later on, this month, I look forward to stuffing my face with turkey, cornbread stuffing and jellied cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving…


I made it to the third book of Psalms in the Bible, chapter twelve of “Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone” and I started reading “Like Water for Chocolate” by Laura Esquivel. I’ve seen the film twice but both times seem like ages ago…

I recently came across a list of ten South Asian writers, that people apparently should be reading and was very disappointed in myself because I had not only never read any of the writers but only one of the names sounded familiar : Jhumpa Lahiri. I’ve decided to start reading one of her books since I’ve neglected to do so for so long. I might as well jump into something new because I honestly find myself reading the same type of books (and the same books,literally) over and over again.

(Top?) Ten Contemporary South Asian Writers
1. Jamil Khan The Wandering Falcon
2. Jahmima Anam A Golden Age, The Good Muslim
3. Amitav Ghosh River of Smoke, Sea of Poppies
4. Daniyal Muelmuddin In Other rooms, other wonders
5. Jhumpa Lahiri The Namesake, Interpreter of Maladies, Unaccustomed Earth
6. Kinan Desai Hullabaloo in The Guava Orchard, The Inheritance of Loss
7.Mohsin Hamid Moth Smoke
8. Amit Chaudhuri The Immortals
9. Anundhati Roy The God of Small Things
10. Vikram Chandra Red Earth and Pouring Rain, Sacred Games


I watched the “Johnny English” sequel and can say it was an okay movie. It’s always nice to see Rowan Atkinson speak because I always him remember as “Mr. Bean” who does’nt talk. I’ve never seen part one but I’d like to now so I’ll order that too from the library. Also, it was nice to see Gillian Anderson who I have’nt seen in years and with a nice head of brown hair…

I hope everyone is having and will continue to have a great week. Eat well, drink because you can always do worse and make sure to read. Until next time… #;-)

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