So when it comes to that time of the month... Yes, to menfolk that are reading this post... This post is about periods... Go ahead... I'll give you a couple of seconds to Log off. Or Turn off the system. Or Close the window. Cringe and Turn away in disgust. We understand... ~sigh~
See, a lot of women are just as disgusted when it comes to period. We usually have an inkling on when it's going to happen. We dread going to the restroom and making sure the period is here or not. We get signs such as cramps, back aches, lack of taste, severe mood swings, surprisingly increased strength. And to make things weirder, Always added this line to their maxi pads: Have a Happy Period.. And the wordings are written in a dreamy font that it takes you to a peaceful place... like a beach perhaps, or a shoe store. NOT!
Picture this... You're in a cramped restroom. Maybe the one at work, or at a movie theatre.. wherever. And you're trying to make the most of your space to remove the pad and attach it on. While unwrapping it... you hear the tear noise and what do you see? A thin film of paper wishing you a Happy Period!... ~longer sigh~
Do they even know what they're wishing to? When they say a Have a Happy Period, they are saying Have a Happy yelling at the world, hating the opposite sex, feeling pain down there, running to restroom due to increased water! Thanks for the regards Always! Gosh... is the maxi pad industry being ruled by men too? See, I'm not angry at Always's Marketing for trying. But I leave it to this: Is there ever such a thing as a HAPPY period?
See, this would FO SHO make me more happier. Instead of i-TV, apple should totally endorse the i-pad! Listen to your faves while on your period... tra lala... Don't you LOVE MadTV?
Monday, April 9, 2007
Nothing Surprises Me Anymore
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
WTF is this?
**Please view the following trailer before reading this post**
Lo and behold… Here comes an exciting movie where a small town girl hits it big when a fashion guru thinks she has that exotic look. Girl innocently agrees to wear skimpy clothes and model around. Girl then falls in love with a guy who does not wish to take her for granted. Wow! Originality at its best… NOT!
Shubhra pointed me to the following trailer last night. All I have to say is: WTF is this about? Americanizing Shelley? What’s next? Indianizing Jennifer into Janaki? (Shubhra’s words.. not mine). Or Indian Born Ignorant Desi comes to a foreign country looking for opportunity, gets dissaPOOPointed? WTF?
Now, we have just HAD it with stereotypes। Upon watching the trailer, you will notice a few things। First the accent। FAKE! And not to mention annoying। Then come the stereotypes of the parents. Super traditional mummyjee and pappajee worrying about the aging of their daughter's youth. Moving on, there’s stereotypes about Indians living in America (ahem... what BCD again?). This is all just from the trailer people. Pukable!
All in all, if a movie is made (comedy, drama, thriller, whatever) in a direction where progress in society is a possibility, then we can welcome it with open arms. Fortunately, such movies have been made mind you. But we see movies such as this, that embrace typical stereotypes, and that makes us wonder, how far are we from a world where every race is defined entirely based on a particular trait:
Girls dress only traditionally in India and they need to be married before a certain age.
All homes in India have goats. We milk them and we play with them.
All Indians conform to corporate world by joining Information Technology..., or else they are doctors.
By looking at the trailer we obviously can't make out if shelley will turn back to Shalini. We are hoping (crossing our fingers and toes) that Shelley/Shalini will actually have the brains to realize that hollywoodizing yourself might not make the world into perfection. So there you have it, another attempt of throwing shit on the ceiling and seeing what sticks.
What the trailer did to our moods:
| What happened? | Why, When or where did it happen? |
| Dinner at La Victoria's | Cuz we were craving it |
| DWEM (Dead-White-European-Male) | game we played on the way to Reno, altercations that followed were DWEF (Dead-White-European-Female), DWAM/F (Dead-White-African/Asian-Male/Female) |
| Bubbles and Foam | Game that Deepa invented |
| Ultimate Dance Party '97 | We broke it down in the car y0 |
| Machiavelli | JJ's answer to any question asked for any game we played, he was not interested in our games, on our arrival to hotel, JJ finds "The Prince" book written by Machiavelli, strangely the name he had been chanting all along during the trip, coincidence ??? I know not. |
| Poker | Deepa was into it |
| A1 losing $20 | He wanted to try out roulette |
| Texas hold 'em, we won $2 | We weren't playing for money |
| Went to bed at 4am | Poker cont'd |
| Shubhra laughing hysterically | Texas and JJ were sharing the bed |
| Fresh Prince | Nothing else was on TV, it's always good to see Carlton dance. |
| Drove to Northstar | to Ski |
| Guy at the rental gave Deepa weird looks | his exact words were "did you bring anything at all??? (frustrated look)"Deepa had to rent everything including ski pants |
| Guy with boils around his ears | He was waiting in the rental line |
| Shubhra questioned R on everything Norway | Never met anyone from Norway |
| Chatty lawyers | They were discussing a case sitting opposite us on the lift on the way to Gondola |
| Ski Lessons | We needed them |
| B was sent off | He was too good for the lessons |
| Big fat burrito | is what we had for lunch, took us forever to find a place to sit |
| Random guy | As we got off the lift, some random dude asked Deepa if she could take his pics from our camera |
| Deepa's ski stolen and returned appropriately | someone took em and returned them to the rental |
| Couldn't walk down the stairs | Ski boots were really really tight |
| Whose shoes are these?!! | screamed the lady at the rental as she held up Shubhra's shoes, cuz they didn't have a tag, everyone at the rental knew what Shubhra's shoes looked like |
| Watched MIB | back in the hotel room |
| Deepa's eyes are red, glasses didn't help | Deepa wakes Shubhra up and forces her to look at her red eye while Shubhra struggles to catch some sleep |
| Deepa does yoga | Deepa ensists she must be in good shape before she leaves for the casino |
| Deepa and Shubhra complain about the bathroom | It was dirty |
| Sushi | took forever to get it, we were super hungry |
| Kids' area in the casino | who wants to lose money at Blackjack when we can easily win the stuffed toys at the kids' area |
| Whack-A-Mole | Shubhra is undefeated against other kids and their parents as she wins two teddy bears back-to-back only to exchange them with one big orange lion that shall be given to Texas |
| Other wacking games | Shubhra plays other games where she can whack stuff as she realizes she can win those easily |
| Anxiety Attack | Deepa suffers an anxiety attack as she finds herself surrounded with kids that have bucket full of tickets, waiting in the line to claim gifts, Deepa removes herself from the line, as she cannot handle the madness, Shubhra takes over |
| Dave notices Shubhra got an outdated gift | A figurine with a graduation hat and a message saying "Congratulations, class of 2000", he sighs at Shubhra's incompetence |
| JJ's present | Deepa and Shubhra give JJ a teddy bear they won (both JJ and teddy bear had a yellow tee-shirt on.. awwww.), it's cute therefore JJ does not want it, after repeated attempts he accepts the gift, the next morning the teddy bear is found in bed next to JJ |
| El Dorado | the casino Deepa and Shubhra walk into unnoticingly, not knowning all casinos are connected, they spot JJ and Texas, who ignore them since they are busy looking for a blackjack table |
| MAD TV | back in the hotel room, everyone enjoys a funny episode of MadTv, portraying something to the effect of the the dark side of i products, screeching Heidi Klum, the ferocious Yao Ming and a very distorted sketch of Condi Rice |
| Russell's on TV | Shubhra declares Russell's on TV, which surprisingly appeals to everyone so much that they get up and walk over to our room wondering if Russell is infact on TV only to find that it's Russell CROWE on TV. |
| Guys have left | The guys leave in the morning while Deepa and Shubhra are still getting there stuff together, only to discover A1 has left his ski suit in the room |
| Boomtown | it takes us 1.5 hours to get our food there |
| Hangman | D involves us in a game of Hangman, which is altered to various degrees (hangman with skii's on) |
| Shubhra loses Tic-Tac-Toe | it actually happened, don't know how |
| Deepa drinks Truckee river water | we stopped at the river to enjoy the scenery |
| Macarena | Deepa dances to macarena in the passenger's seat, while we are stuck in traffic, this disturbs the people in other cars around us |
| Stinkin' truck | everytime we stop in the dreadful traffic this one truck with the most unbearable stench passes by us....ugh, we speculate if it carries dead people |
| Guy walking on the freeway | apparently that one guy held up traffic for 2 hours |
| Sealand | A1, Deepa and Shubhra have discussions of philosophical nature during our trip back, the most fascinating is the one about Sealand. |
| Ferero Rochers | We finished 2 boxes of that candy during our trip |
| Lamborghini | there is one driving right next to us on our way back to Fremont, Deepa and I can't stop looking at it, and suddenly right when we least expect, it zooms past us with the craziest speed. |
*Sigh* it was a fun trip
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
TMNT
The 1 hour and 30 minutes were so nostalgic... It took me back to about oh some 15 years ago when my bro, myself and our friends used to pretend to be the TMNT characters and play around. My bro ALWAYS wanted to be Leonardo (the leader), and I always ended up being April of course! Unless my competitive friend Smitha used to visit us. SHE always wanted to be April too. Ugh, the horror! How can she be April when I play a better April that she ever can. (vengeful flashbacks flashing into mind.!) Aaaaaanyway (tra la la), the eldest kid in the group used was assigned to play the role of Splinter. NO ONE wanted to be the malicious, conniving villian Shredder. So one kid always had to sacrifice being Shredder and the rest of us used to run around that person like banshees pretending to be Ninjas. hiiiiya!
One important aspect of loving TMNT was to also love the merchandise. My bro and I had TMNT pens, pencils, erasers, video games, lunch boxes, stickers (there were stickers, where if you scratch on them, they used to smell like pizza... awesome!), action figures, bed sheets, curtains, watches, clothes, posters, coloring books, costumes, birthday cakes, underwears... Didn't Pizza Hut also have TMNT Pizza toppings or some shit like that? I think we even had TMNT pretend weapons at home. Wow TMNT, What would my life have been like without you? Hmm..., let's see... I would have never enjoyed pizzas as much. I would have never known that even teenage boy turtles can be passive aggressive (Raphael!). I would have never known the existence of Japan. No... seriously. I would have never ever dedicated one hour out of my day to watch the cartoons and bask in the glory of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And hence, watching the movie yesterday, not only lifted me in spirits, but it taught me to love ma brother man, and to also appreciate the past... (going back to daydreaming now).
Friday, March 23, 2007
Shubhra's Depression (Yahoo Messenger Convo)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
I pledge allegiance to the flag...
I am now a citizen of the United States of America.
I will vote for the country.
I will not do any illegal activities while I am residing in the country.
I will not smuggle goods from foreign countries.
I will bear arms and defend the country (check out the AWESOME bazooka).
Yesterday, I went to Oakland for my citizenship interview. The whole process was mundane but I atleast got a day off from work. Yippee!
Thursday, March 1, 2007
My friend's experience with the airport...
Nikhila, my uber cool friend and I have known each other since high school. She is finally visiting India after 6 years. Her experience so far has been pretty dismal. So instead of sympathizing, I am, flawlessly, parading her experience through this blog...
"Ok...let me start off with "I HATE THE AIRPORT". So, I went to Paris only to realize that they weren't going to send me to amsterdam due to a stupid visa issue. So, instead they decide it would be more convenient to send me straight to India . What better city than Mumbai, only the busiest, most annoying, curropted airport EVER. I get their absolutely tired and they then want me to check my bags out. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
I check my bags, dont know where the hell to go, get lost and walk around outside the airport like an idiot for about an hour. Then, I see people, thousands of them running past me (I felt like an ant being stomped by big brown elephants) becoz this was the day The cricket team of India was leaving for the World Cup. Ofcourse ever indian living wants to get a glimpse of the stars so apparently decide to come to the damn airport and run after any bus that closely resembles a Indian cricket team bus. IT was sooooo crazy.
So, I eventually make my way to Air India where they have the freakin guts to tell me that my luggage was excess. I was going to scream...actually I was so tired, I had tears of anger almost running down my face. I held them back, went to air France , broke the line like a total total bitch ( the last thing on my mind), found a manager and took care of baggage issue. Mind you, I was carrying around about 130 pounds of luggage the whole time I was in the damn airport. Oh well, I check them at last, and go to the security line for domestic travel. Apparently, everyone and their mother was doing the same thing. I get past it after 30 mins and then realize no one in my house knows where the heck I am….Ooops.
All my crazy changes in schedule were not notified to my family back home or my uncle picking me up. Ofcourse, when I’m leaving home I don’t ever think of such circumstances so I had not a freaking Indian rupee in my purse. For the first time ever, I was given money to call home and by a total total stranger after feeling sorry for my situation. I guess it pays to tell everyone your life history….Literally.
Long story short, Haha, that’s a joke….. Actually I did leave out a million other details. So, I’m home. Really enjoying India and it’s unusuals. Seriously, India is plenty of unusuals. I actually am thinking of keeping a blog somewhere online or just via emails so I’ll keep you posted on my crazy adventures. "
~Nikki
