I have been silent and I just want to get the word out that - no, I have not been abducted by aliens. It is not even that I am too busy sun-tanning on the beach. I am busy catching up...with family, friends, latest hits,cultural events and former lovers of disastrous endings. I am on the precipice of a surreal adventure, which I know might be filled with days both eventful and not, but for all of which I am trying to be lucid and bright-eyed and keen.
I have been trying to keep my sh*t together but it has has been impossible for me to proceed without wondering where all this is gonna get me. It's hard to think I will have go back and leave all this behind me..my life in NY it is so far...what the hell was I doing before coming here??? Anyway, it's a great time of life, and if I avoid being the usual me, I can actually taste it.
I hope ya'll having a good month.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Movie night
So this week end we all went to the see Sex and the City along with scores of other women all dolled up and wearing impractical shoes and it was quite an anthropological experience.
I am not sure what I was expecting. I remember watching SATC on a winter night for the first time some 9 years ago. At the time I did not know NY and did not know anything about people’s lifestyle in the big apple, hence I did not understand the show. I did not understand people’s behavior, the issues they confronted seemed to be absurd not to mention they way they dressed.
Three years after that night I landed in the Big Apple and started watching the re-runs on TBS together with my friend S. one of the few real New-Yorkers. I remember asking her: "Is that what it’s like out there? Because this is so grim- I’m not growing up. Or going out. Ever."
And then we went out and we grew up. And we realized that yes, there are men who will ask to lick your face in a bar. There is someone out there who will try to slide his hand under your T-shirt on a train or try pick- you up while their gay partner is not watching.
Anyway, over the years I came to understand SATC and I came to understand why the show has had an impact on the way people view New York and the way twenty something women view themselves. Over the years I have come across people like the characters of SATC.
Going back to what I was expecting. I don’t know if I can say that I liked the film. I was engaged and drawn to t. But I couldn’t help but find several elements distasteful. The obsession with labels and the acquisition of expensive things seemed over the top.
I find Carrie supremely irritating and, as a woman, I actually despise her for allowing herself to be treated like crap for 10 years…10 years …by Big??? A big asshole but am not gonna go down the road of a post on self-respect now.
Mr. Big, is boring. NO allure at all. What seems to attract Carrie to Big in the film is his willingness to buy her a Fifth Avenue penthouse and the closet of her dreams (oh wait maybe his allure could be money how could I have been so stupid!).
Charlotte’s comments on Mexican food were inappropriate, considering the cockroaches and bed bugs invasion we have on Manhattan these days (this include restaurants in the 10021 area code bitch!).
Miranda is stiff as usual, treating her Russian nanny like crap and constantly reminding her husband how important she is and what piece of crap he is.
Samantha is the only good one. Finally a woman who loves herself more and first....and is honest about that. Also, she is the only one who has made a real effort.
This being said, what was really worth the $11 was being part of a SATC-like audience of women. As soon as we took our seats, spontaneous applause started…we sang happy birthday to two random people in the theater. There was a feeling joyful celebration.
It was a very night NY night in the end. We ended up eating some Gray’s papaya hot dogs in the Upper East side before heading off to drink Sangria in Spanish Harlem where the Puerto Rican community was getting ready and steady for next’s day parade.
All right. Carry on New-York, despite the cockroaches, the rats and the bedbugs I have grown to love you.
I am not sure what I was expecting. I remember watching SATC on a winter night for the first time some 9 years ago. At the time I did not know NY and did not know anything about people’s lifestyle in the big apple, hence I did not understand the show. I did not understand people’s behavior, the issues they confronted seemed to be absurd not to mention they way they dressed.
Three years after that night I landed in the Big Apple and started watching the re-runs on TBS together with my friend S. one of the few real New-Yorkers. I remember asking her: "Is that what it’s like out there? Because this is so grim- I’m not growing up. Or going out. Ever."
And then we went out and we grew up. And we realized that yes, there are men who will ask to lick your face in a bar. There is someone out there who will try to slide his hand under your T-shirt on a train or try pick- you up while their gay partner is not watching.
Anyway, over the years I came to understand SATC and I came to understand why the show has had an impact on the way people view New York and the way twenty something women view themselves. Over the years I have come across people like the characters of SATC.
Going back to what I was expecting. I don’t know if I can say that I liked the film. I was engaged and drawn to t. But I couldn’t help but find several elements distasteful. The obsession with labels and the acquisition of expensive things seemed over the top.
I find Carrie supremely irritating and, as a woman, I actually despise her for allowing herself to be treated like crap for 10 years…10 years …by Big??? A big asshole but am not gonna go down the road of a post on self-respect now.
Mr. Big, is boring. NO allure at all. What seems to attract Carrie to Big in the film is his willingness to buy her a Fifth Avenue penthouse and the closet of her dreams (oh wait maybe his allure could be money how could I have been so stupid!).
Charlotte’s comments on Mexican food were inappropriate, considering the cockroaches and bed bugs invasion we have on Manhattan these days (this include restaurants in the 10021 area code bitch!).
Miranda is stiff as usual, treating her Russian nanny like crap and constantly reminding her husband how important she is and what piece of crap he is.
Samantha is the only good one. Finally a woman who loves herself more and first....and is honest about that. Also, she is the only one who has made a real effort.
This being said, what was really worth the $11 was being part of a SATC-like audience of women. As soon as we took our seats, spontaneous applause started…we sang happy birthday to two random people in the theater. There was a feeling joyful celebration.
It was a very night NY night in the end. We ended up eating some Gray’s papaya hot dogs in the Upper East side before heading off to drink Sangria in Spanish Harlem where the Puerto Rican community was getting ready and steady for next’s day parade.
All right. Carry on New-York, despite the cockroaches, the rats and the bedbugs I have grown to love you.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Day two
It’s Day 2 of The Rest of My Life and I am pleased to report that I have not:
1. Consumed any junk food.
2. Harmed anyone (or myself), despite being in a very bad mood due to low blood sugar level.
I feel I should also report that despite depriving myself of all that is good and holy in this world I did not run any faster….so I have started thinking that this deprivation is useless. Maybe it would be helpful if I had a stern, Russian trainer, forcing me do squat and pumps while my Thai chef prepared delicious, healthy meals. But then I would be Jennifer Lopez and not the author of this blog who at 838 pm is in the office while the rest of NY City is out there to watch Sex and the City...wankers!!!
1. Consumed any junk food.
2. Harmed anyone (or myself), despite being in a very bad mood due to low blood sugar level.
I feel I should also report that despite depriving myself of all that is good and holy in this world I did not run any faster….so I have started thinking that this deprivation is useless. Maybe it would be helpful if I had a stern, Russian trainer, forcing me do squat and pumps while my Thai chef prepared delicious, healthy meals. But then I would be Jennifer Lopez and not the author of this blog who at 838 pm is in the office while the rest of NY City is out there to watch Sex and the City...wankers!!!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Say goodbye to Ms. Candylicious
Enough.
Really.
You are even too old for this…
This has to stop.
And it will stop right now!
This is what I’ve been saying to myself to overcome the junk food addiction.
I have a problem with junk food …not all junk food…. a particular type of it. I have a weakness for candies (marshmallows, jelly beans, water mellow strings, crystallized ginger, dum dum suckers, cinnamon hot tamales). I like too much of everything that is artificially flavored, nutrient deprived and that make my glucose skyrocket.
These are not the habits of a person devoted to healthy life style like now I am. These are not the habits of a thin person either. Thin people know what are the things they should not eat and …they don’t eat them… and …they look all cute in their little outfits.
These people are my enemies. When I am thin enough to unleash my jaw, I’ll call jihad on their skinny asses and bypass them on the running tracks.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the rest of my life is looking pretty bleak because it involves apples, fig bars, and serious commitment to healthy life. Nevertheless, I am going to stick with the rest of my life for at least one month.
It has to stop, and it will stop today ....right now. (After this peppermint patty.)
And when I am done, I am going to rock this look:
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