Not one to wallow in bottomless pits of misery and heartache, post heartbroken statements on social media and weep very publicly on my FB wall at the demise of celebrities that I hardly know. However, the death of Robin Williams managed to strike home. Brilliant actor that one. Grew up with his films and learned to love them, some of them even going on to becoming personal favorites. Its hard not to like him, cheeky smile, gentlemanly manners, crinkly kind eyes n all. His death is a little too hard to believe still.
An extreme example of the sheer, cruel irony of life, isn't it? He who made people roll over in laughter finally succumbed to his own darkness. Depression does not care about these things.
So Robin Williams is dead. And suddenly everybody is a Robin Williams fan. Its been two days and I haven't seen one of those ardent, passionate and heart-rendering Gaza posts on social media since.
Anyways,
On a more cheerful note, a new phrase was added to my vocabulary - A sunny day in winter
An extreme example of the sheer, cruel irony of life, isn't it? He who made people roll over in laughter finally succumbed to his own darkness. Depression does not care about these things.
So Robin Williams is dead. And suddenly everybody is a Robin Williams fan. Its been two days and I haven't seen one of those ardent, passionate and heart-rendering Gaza posts on social media since.
Anyways,
On a more cheerful note, a new phrase was added to my vocabulary - A sunny day in winter
It's absolutely breathtaking when that happens. A syrupy sun casts perfect shadows upon the outside buildings, giving them that perfectly comfortable look you would only get to see in those old fashioned, all-American happy family advertisements. It's hard to describe. You hardly ever see such a thing back at home.
A day off from all the activity, the shopping, sightseeing & socializing. Never thought I'd say this, but a break like this is very much appreciated. Even if it is from the fun stuff.
Had kangaroo meat the other day. I've put off trying it all these years but finally mustered up the stomach for it this time. Tastes like mutton, sinewy and quite chewy. Not a huge fan. But seated at an old school pub house with oldies rock playing in the background, sipping a martini at 11 o'clock in the morning (I am a lifelong non-alcoholic with occasional alcoholic moments), with like-minded company, it was a moment to cherish.
Few days back we drove past the Hells Angels clubhouse in Fairfield. Last time I was here, I chanced upon a whole host of them leather-clad, be-hogged creatures revving past the traffic in all their glory. The roar of those gorgeous Harleys was simply, music. It is easily one of the most memorable, most beautiful things, I've seen in my life. Yes yes I know, they are no exotic species to rave about but still, these buggers sure know how to ride in style.
Quite chilly here, what with it being winter n all. Taking a bath itself is a ritual. First you switch on the heater in the bathroom and wait for it to get nice and toasty inside. Then you fine tune the water temperature to perfection, lots of knob turning involved. Then begins the disrobing ceremony. You can only take off one piece of garment at a time. One thinks twice before taking off one's clothes here *grin*
My hair loves the weather though! It has therefore, decided to be on its best behaviour and as a result, I now sport shiny, slow-motion-movie-style-tossable hair. My love-hate relationship with my hair has now turned into a completely lovey-dovey one.
The most wonderful thing however is, that people are in such a good mood here, all the time. Most of them are courteous, patient and quite endearing really. Of course there's the occasional grouch nut but that is a rare thing indeed. Being here after so long, its a blatant contrast from the eternally constipated, perpetually angry, screwed up and frowning mugs that grace your sight in Sri Lanka, or more generally, in most Asian countries. One exception is Philippines. Sweetest people.
Crows sound like ducks being strangled. Or Geese with their necks being wrung. So ugly. Made me yearn for the crow calls back at home. Sweet music.
Anyways, being here made me appreciate my complexion more. You see how blotchy, red and patchy the white skin can get and how much of foundation and makeup is needed, just to make it look presentable and you thank your lucky stars for your conveniently dark complexion. We can simply head outta the house fresh out of bed and we'd still look a great deal presentable. Even if we had blemishes, they wouldn't show under our beautiful dusky hues. Best part is, it has been scientifically proven that dark skin does not age that easily. The amount of melanin in your skin keeps off wrinkles and other calamities of old age quite easily. This is true to even our multihued Sri Lankans. Ever noticed how the fairer ones among us seem to look a lot more older just as they pass their thirties? Well, this is the reason. All the more reason to celebrate your dark skin!
I seem to be missing the rainy season back at home. It is early this year, it usually starts in September. I am particularly fond of this intensely rainy, beautifully pungent season. So much for getting back home in time for the rain. Hope it is still there when I do get home finally.
Frankenstein is not eating it seems. Isn't the usual crazy brat as I hear. Father Dearest is of the opinion that he misses me. Despite the very pleasant time here, that made me want to run straight back home. Still, my business here is not yet done. I need to contend myself with the thought that he is in the capable hands of Father Dearest. Still. Worried. Very worried.
However, looking back, all my posts on the grouch blog for the past two weeks have been happy ones. Defeats the whole purpose of the blog methinks. Maybe I shouldn't have left work so early. For the sake of the blog that is :P
Typing away eating a peach with some yogurt. Beautiful combo these two. Peaches are out of season at the moment but since I was so adamant about finding some, I managed to hunt them down in a supermarket after a while. Peach and cream being the famous best buddies, yogurt is the perfect alternative to cream. Much healthier too. Not to mention yummy.
Speaking of peaches, I will end the post with a random quote by Dita Von Teese, an admirable woman, burlesque superstar and fashion idol. "You can be the most ripest, juiciest peach in the world. But there is still going to be someone who hates peaches".
I mean, who hates peaches?!?! Seriously. If anyone hates peaches, they can bring them to me. I will eat them all.
Quite chilly here, what with it being winter n all. Taking a bath itself is a ritual. First you switch on the heater in the bathroom and wait for it to get nice and toasty inside. Then you fine tune the water temperature to perfection, lots of knob turning involved. Then begins the disrobing ceremony. You can only take off one piece of garment at a time. One thinks twice before taking off one's clothes here *grin*
My hair loves the weather though! It has therefore, decided to be on its best behaviour and as a result, I now sport shiny, slow-motion-movie-style-tossable hair. My love-hate relationship with my hair has now turned into a completely lovey-dovey one.
The most wonderful thing however is, that people are in such a good mood here, all the time. Most of them are courteous, patient and quite endearing really. Of course there's the occasional grouch nut but that is a rare thing indeed. Being here after so long, its a blatant contrast from the eternally constipated, perpetually angry, screwed up and frowning mugs that grace your sight in Sri Lanka, or more generally, in most Asian countries. One exception is Philippines. Sweetest people.
Crows sound like ducks being strangled. Or Geese with their necks being wrung. So ugly. Made me yearn for the crow calls back at home. Sweet music.
Anyways, being here made me appreciate my complexion more. You see how blotchy, red and patchy the white skin can get and how much of foundation and makeup is needed, just to make it look presentable and you thank your lucky stars for your conveniently dark complexion. We can simply head outta the house fresh out of bed and we'd still look a great deal presentable. Even if we had blemishes, they wouldn't show under our beautiful dusky hues. Best part is, it has been scientifically proven that dark skin does not age that easily. The amount of melanin in your skin keeps off wrinkles and other calamities of old age quite easily. This is true to even our multihued Sri Lankans. Ever noticed how the fairer ones among us seem to look a lot more older just as they pass their thirties? Well, this is the reason. All the more reason to celebrate your dark skin!
I seem to be missing the rainy season back at home. It is early this year, it usually starts in September. I am particularly fond of this intensely rainy, beautifully pungent season. So much for getting back home in time for the rain. Hope it is still there when I do get home finally.
Frankenstein is not eating it seems. Isn't the usual crazy brat as I hear. Father Dearest is of the opinion that he misses me. Despite the very pleasant time here, that made me want to run straight back home. Still, my business here is not yet done. I need to contend myself with the thought that he is in the capable hands of Father Dearest. Still. Worried. Very worried.
However, looking back, all my posts on the grouch blog for the past two weeks have been happy ones. Defeats the whole purpose of the blog methinks. Maybe I shouldn't have left work so early. For the sake of the blog that is :P
Typing away eating a peach with some yogurt. Beautiful combo these two. Peaches are out of season at the moment but since I was so adamant about finding some, I managed to hunt them down in a supermarket after a while. Peach and cream being the famous best buddies, yogurt is the perfect alternative to cream. Much healthier too. Not to mention yummy.
Speaking of peaches, I will end the post with a random quote by Dita Von Teese, an admirable woman, burlesque superstar and fashion idol. "You can be the most ripest, juiciest peach in the world. But there is still going to be someone who hates peaches".
I mean, who hates peaches?!?! Seriously. If anyone hates peaches, they can bring them to me. I will eat them all.
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