So, you're insane?

Claire: What's wrong with the belt?
Jerry: I went to the movies last night, I went to the bathroom and I unbuckled a little wobbly and the buckle kind of banged against the side of the urinal. So…(throws away belt) that’s it!
Claire: So, you're insane?*

Okay. So maybe it wasn't a belt buckle. But it was still disgusting, I had to rip the dangly hem off the bottom of my jeans (left leg) because it dragged on a WET bathroom floor. It was as disgusting as it sounds. Trust me on this one.

Deep Thoughts. More along the lines of Jack Handey

I miss Thorn. If she was here and not in Paris I would have dragged her to see Daara J with me. They were in Toronto a few days back. When I was in Senegal they were really popular, I thought I'd meet some Wolof speakers at the show. How fun would that have been? Granted I'm a bit rusty, but the looks on peoples faces would have been priceless. (As they have been in the past).

Why does The Edge play such crappy music sometimes? I'm listening to a remixed version of Metric's Dead Disco. Why ruin something that's good?

I read this on a fellow Sri Lankan's blog and thought it was funny. Especially the dialogue that ensues in the comments section. It's all so sadly funny.

I need a new pair of sneakers. Well, when do I actually need a new pair of shoes? I got some back GST/HST cheques in the mail. Which means I have cash to blow on sneakers. But I need your help. Should I go with this, this or this?

(Un)fortunately I completely missed the whole Live 8 dealeo. I was stuck in three different airports in the course of the day, on my way home. I happened to catch the tiniest bit of it on one of the many screens in Heathrow, it was altogether uninteresting to me. However, I love the Kaiser Chiefs and unbeknownst to me they played Live 8 Philly. AOL has so kindly put up clips of all the performances. Bless them. But what's with the randomness that played in Rome?

Why is it so hot outside? Someone throw an ice cream cone at my head and call me a unicorn. Please.

Our new deck is almost finished. 3 months later.

I find this whole thing deplorable. That man's life has essentially been ruined and for no good cause. And let's not even get started on this.

I want to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I don't mind going solo, but feel weird going alone to a kids movie. Seems a bit pedophile Pete-ish doesn't it? Thus Alby has been enlisted to go and watch it on Simcoe Day.

Oliver smells like popcorn today, and he ate a rubberband this morning.

And this was the most random post. Ever.

*Seinfeld Episode 158: The Voice

Umesh old boy, I think you've met your match

*disclaimer* This post is full of vitriol

I hate tutorials. I don’t think there’s anything worse in the university experience next to tutorials. Sitting there in a room full of pseudo-academics who actually think I care to know what they think. Oftentimes the poor un-offending PhD student who has to mediate these sessions of verbal diarrhea get caught up in the crossfire. You’d think that if these undergrads who are actually there to learn they would listen to the freaking PhD student at least right? But no.

I have discovered that there is one thing more heinous than a 50 minute tutorial. Enter the two hour tutorial. Some of you might not be familiar with the way the tutorial system works at U of T. So I shall enlighten you. Usually there’s fifteen students and one teaching assistant, we’re supposed to discuss the course readings for the week in a 50 minute session. Out of the fifteen students there’s usually about 5 who think they’re experts on whatever topic is being spoken about. They’re longwinded, egomaniacal and downright boring. Most of the time I just sit there and space out. Sometimes someone will be so exceptionally irritating that I find the need to wade into the fray.

Meet Umesh. He was in my politics of development course last year and I had the unwanted pleasure of being in a tutorial with him. There are a lot of things that bug me about Umesh.
1. The use of rhetoric: I’m sure that he’d LOVE to think that he’s an original thinker, but everything that Umesh said was just rhetoric. He’d make a good spin doctor after he graduates
2. The use of ebonics: Umesh is Indian. I wasn’t aware that Indians could speak in ebonics. I don’t think I need to elaborate on this point
3. Nobody cares Umesh: Going along with the general vibe of bs-ing in tutorials, ultimately no one cares what happens in them. (Myself discluded I guess, if I’m making a post on them.) My little friend would often think it his duty to apologise for his in tutorial behaviour, and to tell people not to “take it personally.” Maybe if he was saying something that was totally controversial and offensive then I could see the need to apologise. But no. He just talked out of his arse. And while that is a sin that deserves years spent in purgatory, no one wants to keep hearing his voice, even for an apology.

You get the drift. Now you can imagine my horror when Umesh walked into the summer course that I’m taking, intro to African history. I was thanking God when the first day of tutorials rolled along and he was absent from mine. My joy was short-lived. Since it’s a summer course, the tutorials are 2 hours long, and my current tutorial only has FOUR people in it. Four people and one of the students happens to be a female version of Umesh. But more irritating, if that’s even possible. Her downfall is her ‘friendliness’

Umesh-a-like: So, are you an anthropology major?
Me: *wondering what sin I had committed to deserve a conversation with her* Um. No, I’m doing a joint specialist in political science and history
Umesh-a-like: Oh cool, so are you doing developmental studies?
Me: Yeah I am.
Umesh-a-like: I could totally tell.
Me: *suddenly warming up to Umesh-a-like. Maybe she could tell through the amazing comments I made in tutorials that I’m down with the third world?* Wow. How did you know that?
Umesh-a-like: You just look like it. You know. The way you dress and stuff
Me: *Suppressing feelings of homicidal rage* The way I ‘dress and stuff’? *fake laugh.* You’re lucky that I have to go now, or you’d have to explain that one to me

And with that I made a hasty and contrived getaway. Can you imagine? People still get typecast by the way they dress! And it’s not even like she’s an old person either, you’d expect such prejudicial behaviour from someone who’s 80, not 21!

Eek.

I have finished.

I'm BAAAACK

Hey kids, I'm baaaack. Here are some pictures of my trip. And if you want to know what I've been up to go here.

Postcards From Sri Lanka

Umm...is vacation the right word for it? Well whatever the case may be, I'm in the motherland!! So come and see what I've been up to

HTTP://WWW.RASTIADU.BLOGSPOT.COM

Really. It was time for a change.

So here's the new blog. Not very new though, just a new address, the old posts that you have all grown to love so much are still here, so fear not, there aren't any drastic changes. I was getting a little sick of the old address and felt it was time for a change. Actually, between you and me, the old addy hit a little too close to home and was way too reflective of who I am, that's the real reason for the move. Oh. And also. I screwed around with my blogger settings and I can't post anything to the old blog anymore. The odds were against me you see, someone was conspiring to ruin me and was orchestrating a blogger coup d'etat. I have an inkling of who it might be. Don't worry, they will be severely reprimanded.

Till next time!

Claustrophobia strikes once again.

Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed*

Hmm. Four weeks of classes left, the less thought about that the better methinks. So how do I cope during a period which should be highly stressful? I hallucinate of course! Let's see, for the past I don't know, 2-3 weeks I've been having recurring nightmares where I get stuck in an elevator either by myself, or horror of all horrors with a crowd. Most of you enjoy exploiting my severe claustrophobia by squishing me into small spaces, purposely keeping elevator doors closed, swarming me etc and all you sadists get some sort of thrill in eliciting a panicked reaction from me. You'll all be happy to know, these stupid elevator dreams are incredibly realistic and just thinking about them is freaking me out.

Last week I saw Labro at the library, so I decided I'd go and scare her, because after Copto, she's the best to get reactions out of. She was sitting at a computer engrossed in what she was doing, so I went and shook her swivel chair really violently. When she turned around and looked at me horrified I realized it wasn't Labro. These cases of mistaken identity are occuring too rapidly for my liking! I swear I see someone I 'know' at least once a day. But after last week's episode, I restrain myself. Nevertheless they still leave me confused and disoriented. Oh wait. I'm always like that.

Naturally essay procrastination leads to watching crappy movies
Thathi has a thing for poorly made action movies. I have a thing for Hugh Laurie (and really it's only because of Blackadder) so when Thathi brought home Flight of the Pheonix I should have trusted my better judgement and not watched it. But it was Hugh Laurie (and I didn't want to study)! 113 minutes (plus previews) of my life which I will never recover. When in doubt, NEVER watch a remake, words cannot even begin to describe how terrible that flick was. Speaking of remakes though, I watched the original Ocean's 11, flipping amazing. A young Frank Sinatra, *swoon*

To make amends for my terrible lapse of judgement also known as the Flight of the Pheonix, I had to revisit some old friends. Meet some incredibly made Evian commercials. European of course. 'Evian Voices' is great, it's a montage of people lip synching to school kids singing Queen's We Will Rock You. My favorite, is the suit that's (*gasp*) singing in the elevator. 'Evian Water Boy' is soooooo cute. Of course it won a bunch of awards including a Clio. I'm sure you'll enjoy them more than the Flight of the Pheonix, or the Notebook. And no Alby, the final scene in that movie? It's not touching. It's cheesey.

*Sleeping In - The Postal Service

Prepare yourself for a rather useless diatribe

(Drunken debaucherous pictures from our lunch at Spring Rolls are here.)

"Dedicated with honour to the women and children of Calcutta's Red Light District*"
(Excuse the poor grammar and sentence structure. I wanted it to be an authentic diatribe. But really, I'd like to think that my small heart is still capable of warning people against the evil that is formally known as 'D's Run On Sentence of Death.' Consider yourselves warned.)

Photo courtesy of Kids With Cameras

I had wanted to see Born into Brothels for a really long time; way before the Oscar hype(have no fear, I have not gone mainstream. Not yet at least.) But as is often the case, I never get around to actually dragging myself to the theatre and justifying spending $13.50 on a movie that will eventually come out on DVD and can be rented for much less (and now with Blockbuster's wicked no late fees, what's the point anyway?!) I knew if I didn't go and watch it this week, there was no way I would get a chance anytime in the near future. So I pulled a Stan and went solo. Best decision I could have made, because I cried through parts of the bloody thing. And God only knows how big of an arse I would've felt if someone I knew witnessed that. The entire experience was incredibly thought provoking, as is often the case when dealing with documentaries of that sort.

I think my spiral into this month's bout of extreme leftism occured this past Tusday after I watched Cry Freetown (done by Sorious Samura of Living with Refugees fame) in one of my politics lectures. There was an absolutely horrific scene in that documentary where a deaf and mute 10 year old boy was stripped naked and beaten by Nigerian peacekeepers in Sierre Leone on suspicion of being a rebel snipper. He was sobbing and screaming for them to stop. Fanners had to cover her eyes while it was going on. I was immobilized, just sitting there in absolute shock and horror. Although I couldn't erase the images that I had seen from Cry Freetown I still willingly went to see Born into Brothels on Thursday. It's really difficult for me to quantify what I felt watching those two stellar documentaries; but simply put it felt like every single child who had crossed my path and affected me in some form or manner during my times in Mexico, Sri Lanka and Senegal was staring right back at me through the faces of the children on screen. The rawness of their lives once again came up and slapped me across the face. And what made it sting so much more is that for the first time I was able to feel shaken deep within myself while in Canada. As I was watching the little boy being beaten by peacekeepers, I felt the same tightness in my stomach as I did the day when a boy around the same age walked into the Talibe Centre (in Dakar) with horrible third degree burns all up and down his arms. The marabout he belonged to had thrown boiling water on him in a fit of rage. I remember there was a chubby little boy named Reuben in Mexico who insisted that we play frozen tag with him, I used to watch him and all the other little kids and wonder what life would be like for them if they had access to proper education and health care, what they would become. Kochi who is growing up in a brothel in Calcutta wondered the same thing; how different life could be for her if she could end the cycle of poverty and get an education. Childhood has been robbed from these children, their faces are full of innocence but their lives reflect something way beyond my understanding.

Even as I still try to rationalize all of this, I just can't. And to tell you the truth, I'm glad I can't, because really who wants to understand the real reasons behind why developed countries sit idly by and watch the third world go up in flames? Isn't it mind boggling to know that in this day of budget surpluses and booming economies there's still high levels of child poverty in the United States, England and Canada? More attention needs to be paid to the plight of children in poverty and not fixated on fighting a war on terror while millions are dying of preventable deaths every day. Even Richard Roeper rightly points out that films such as Born into Brothels needs more widespread recognition, "This is a movie about our world that deserves the attention and audience that Michael Moore's films command." (For the record, Michael Moore blows, and hopefully this will be the last time I find myself using Roeper to back me up on a point.)

A wise woman once said "Speak up for those who can't speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy." (Proverbs 31:8,9) So, who would like to step up to the plate?

*steps off soapbox* (I know, as of late i've been abusing it. But there's only so much I can hold in. Plus. No one told you that you had to read all of it. What? I msged you on MSN and made you. Well, that's possible, but technically you stillhad a choice. So can it.)

*Born into Brothels

(mis)Adventures in Montreal

Well kids.

Here's what happened in Montreal!

Here are the pictures!

Evidently we're Irish pirates who can't do math.

Indeed it is good to be back home. Although I had a kick arse time in Montreal and Debs was an incredible hostess I missed my bed and the random dog hair which normally covers all my clothing. Naturally after any sort of short holiday/trip Aiya and I have a debriefing session. You know, just to catch up on what heinous things Ammi and Thathi have been up to. Naturally one thing leads to another and we either end up watching a stupid WIll Ferrell/Ben Stiller vehicle, or revert to our castle in the sky. Last night we decided on the latter. (For those of you who are unfamiliar with our castle in the sky. For shame! It's not as if either of us doesn't talk about it incessantly!)

Scene: Checking out the Sri Lankan restaurant talent, to see what kind of pathetic competition Aiya would have
Me: OO look there's a place called Clancy's Pub in Sri Lanka and it's Irish!
Aiya: Looks like we'll have to buy some pints of Guiness and scope the place out when we go there.
Me: Yeah and we can pretend to be Irish right?
Aiya: *attempting Irish accent* Arghh!
Me: Um, okay so instead of just being plain Irish, we can be Irish Pirates?

Scene: Looking over the menu from Athula Caterers and attempting to calculate the price for a 100 person function
Aiya: Okay, convert that now, so per head it's 500 RS, so how much would that be for a 100 people?
Me: Uh, 500x100?
Aiya: Yeah what is that?
Me: I think it's 5000 right? No wait, there's 4 zeros so it'd be 50,000?
Aiya: Just get the calculator and double check.
Me: When'd you become so smart?!

You might want to skip this
So on Sunday we were having lunch at a restaurant called the Three Amigos and conveniently enough they had paper placemats. Given my inability to see a piece of paper, or napkin without writing on it, we naturally had an impromptu handwriting analysis session. Which really blew because I couldn't remember how to analyse jack ;) But I hunted up the original analysis test and re-did it (today). Is it still disgustingly accurate? You bet! Joycie and Abs were wondering about the scientific accuracy of these things, and there doesn't seem to be a whole lot, but here's some useful sites. Wikipedia's take on things and the FAQ from the place I did the analysis from. And of course, for those of you who might be interested, here's the test itself.

Here are a few of my results, and for those in the know, none of them will be very surprising!

Margins: Far left margins indicate fear of the future and apprehension of moving forward.

My 'Y's: Selective in choosing friends, does not truly trust everyone, has a select group of people who are truly close and is careful in choosing inner circle of friends

My 'T's: Extremely ambitious, very sarcastic with comments that are funny but at times are harsh, bitter and caustic (so creepily true!!!)

My 'M's: Has a very investigative and creative mind. Investigates things rapidly b/c of intense curiosity. Extremely logical and ordered way of thinking. Takes on way too many projects at a time. Diplomacy is a strong suit; has the ability to say what others want to hear, tells things straight without offending and can disagree without being disagreeable.

My 'O's: Is highly opinionated and will be candid and direct when exrpressing opinions. Will give straight opinion when asked for it.

The stems on my 'D's and 'T's: Demands respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity. Believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. Has a lot of pride (<-- WORD!)

The Left slant of my writing and pressure: Is withdrawn into herself, reserved and shows her feelings only at times of great anger, extreme passion, or tremendous stress. Is an introvert who makes decisions based on logic, therefore is rarely impulsive. Doesn't find any need for expressing emotions and sees this as an unnecessary waste of time. Many people do not understand and it is difficult for them to really know how she feels. Enjoys being alone, and prefers working alone. Working with her hands is a pleasure. Does feel emotions, as deeply as anyone else, but they're harboured inside. The first time someone angers her, she probably will not say anything to that person. However, she will mentally keep track of everything this person does wrong to her until she cannot hold her emotions inside any longer. Then, Boom! Will never regret telling someone off, because she knew what she was saying the entire time. She won't impulsively tell someone off. Emotional stories will not sway her. Thinks totally with judgment, first considering every situation by the effect it will have on her. Needs space and time alone.

My 'K's: Can be defiant. Sometimes has the attitude that if someone doesn't like it the way she is doing it, then they can just "go to hell!" This trait may reveal itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which she thinks are infringing upon her freedom of action.

Are you all believers now?! *shudder* That whole thing was disturbingly accurate. Other than the diplomacy thing of course ;) Go do the test and tell me what your results are!

Well, if you're still here after all of the above lol, check back in a little bit, maybe towards the middle of next week for pictures and other scintillating things from my trip to Montreal!

Resort fun circa 1986

l-r Aiya, me and Gunther

I was digitizing a whole bunch of pictures last weekend. They were all really old school, from 1988 and earlier. Our entire life before we came to Canada pretty much. Most of the photographs are getting fuzzy and faded especially the colour ones from the 70s, but you know the old cliche "a picture is worth a thousand words." Most of them are really goofy, you know the usual collection of family photographs, nothing really profound exactly like our lives. As I was going through them though, I was struck by the above photo. Ammi had just gone to L.A. or to London (i don't remember which) and she was gone for about a month, so she and Thathi decided that we would go down south to a resort for a couple of days to spend some time together as a family. Aiya of course made fast friends with another little boy whom he spent most of our vacation with. His name was Gunther and he was visiting from Germany, he didn't speak any English and aiya didn't speak any German. They were pretty much insperable. Whenever Gunther's mom wanted to find him, she'd come to ammi and ask in broken English where he was, and Ammi did the same thing when she was looking for aiya. (Except not in broken English. I hope so at least.)

Even though this picture was taken almost 20 years ago, I couldn't but help thinking about the tsunami. It didn't take pictures of orphans in the newspapers, or black and bloated dead bodies on the internet for the gravity of the situation to hit me at a personal level. It was the picture of the three of us innocently smiling that did it for me. I wonder how many other little Gunthers and Erajs had become fast friends during an idyllic trip to the beaches of the south. It makes me go cold thinking about it. Not to be dramatic or anything, but that's what sealed the deal for me.

Speaking of tsunamis though, I think the current death toll is at 220,000. It's mind boggling to know that a lot of those deaths could have been prevented if there was a proper tsunami warning system in place. The amount of money that ordinary people are pouring out for relief is incredible too. I witnessed it first hand myself when i was taking phone pledges at the Canada for Asia benefit concert. There are some incredibly generous individuals out there. I was watching a documentary on the genocide in Sudan last nigt on the CBC called Living with Refugees. It was incredibly thought provoking. 300,000 people have died so far in the genocide there, and there are a further 2 million refugees. (That count doesn't include the amount of internally displaced people.) Here is another 'disaster' that could be averted. It's not as if people don't care, they do care, but it's difficult to get the attention of the neccessary people in government. Because really who are we kidding? Why should any of the Western nations help those in the Darfur region? There's absolutely no political gain to be had. Canada is more than willing to help with the tsunami relief efforts though. But only in Sri Lanka, even though Indonesia was the hardest hit area. Gee. I wonder why that would be. It probably has nothing to do with the huge Sri Lankan immigrant population in some of the key cities across Canada. I wonder how many votes the Liberals would be able to extract out of the Sudanese-Canadians?

*climbing off soapbox*

Double entendre this!

What's up with the "ironic" trend and when will it go away?! It was kitschy five years ago when UO started putting sexually charged slogans on seemingly innocent looking t-shirts, but now it's just getting plain tasteless. Sure FCUK is actually a nifty little acronym for French Connection: UK, and G-Sus isn't supposed to be another way of saying Jesus, it's supposed to mean G suspended as in the guitar chord. But does anyone know what TNA's excuse is? Because i have no idea. At the risk of sounding like a prude i find all of the above and then some really tasteless. Honestly what's the point of walking around with clothes that have the above brandings on them? (I don't even think FCUK clothes are even nice to begin with, but the G-Sus stuff, i'll admit, it's tempting ;) But not tempting enough!) It's not ironic! If anything it's borderline offensive, just like the Parasuco lesbian tag-team billboards. Just recently there was a bit of a brouhaha over someone wanting to use the acronym "WTF?" as a stand in for "Where's The Faith?" In my opinion that completely dilutes the point of the message. It's just as offensive as the underwear and bikini bottoms that Harrods was selling this summer. The ones with the hindu goddesses on them. Another example of pure tastelessness and lack of decorum. Yeah i'll shut up and have my high tea now. Everyone's entitled to be a bit prudish sometimes!

On a lighter note. Or perhaps a heavier one?
After coming back from the motherland Ammi has re-acquainted herself with some old friends and there has been a flurry of e-mails going back and forth between them. They're all hardcore artsies with a propensity for drama. Most of them (when we were still in Sri Lanka) were really fond of Aiya due to his rampant ADD and bouts of dyslexia; they haven't seen him in many years, so Ammi decided to send them some pictures! Of course she picked the MOST unflattering picture of the two us from my 20th birthday soiree and promptly proceeded to e-mail them half way across the world. Everyone responded in the same manner, "Oh Eraj (Aiya) looks just like Eksath (Thathi)!" and everyone ignored the other half of the picture. Me. Then along came Richard Simon who said "Eraj still looks just like Eksath and D still looks just like you (only a little bit plumper.)" Only a little bit PLUMPER? What the heck is that?! Come on Richard, if you're going to say someone's fat, then be a little bit more eloquent! You are a professional writer after all. Here is a sample of Richard's greatness.

Speaking of people being fat, has anyone caught the new George Stroumboulopoulos show on CBC Newsworld? The Hour? Anyone else noticed how much weight he's lost?! And a little tip to his make-up artist, go easy on the blush, the rosy cheeked thing doesn't really fly well on him. I'm a little bit disappointed about the show i must say, and i consider myself a fan! He was really the only redeeming thing about MuchMusic but the CBC's trying too hard to market his show as "edgey" and in your face, but poor Georgie's left looking like a try hard. He is edgey, and in your face; now he just comes across as unnatural. Sadly that's what happens on the CBC don't you think? They try sooo hard to market a person as being a certain way that they end up making caricatures of them. For example This Hour Has 22 Minutes and The Royal Canadian Airfarce, they'd have you believe that these shows are side splittingly funny. They have their moments, but by and large it's cheese. I guess that's marketing for you, but if that's the case then the CBC should get a new marketing company, our move out of doing it in-house!

Has anyone seen a Mr. T. Sumani?

Hi you have reached the Jayawi... residence sorry we missed your call...
That's what our answering machine message sounds like now, but after December 26 i was so flipping tempted to change it to:

"Hi Ammi and Thathi are fine and alive, the entire island of Sri Lanka isn't under water, Oliver's still eating house plants and yes aiya and I are not starving and have not killed each other yet. If you're calling for any of the above thanks for your concern but please don't leave a message after the beep. Have a great day!"

For those of you who did call, thanks for all your concern it was much appreciated. But i think even the sanest of people would go insane if they had to walk in every day and hear "You have 14 new messages." And i'm not the sanest. Well ammi and thathi are back and are no worse for their trip, maybe just a little bit heavier ;) Of course they brought back some wicked stuff for us, mainly in the area of Mammah's (my grandmother, thathi's mom) baked goods, art work (or ahhht as we prefer to call it) and my personal favourite, family heirlooms. They didn't come back with a whole whack load of stuff like they normally do, granted the situation in the country didn't exactly lend itself to the wild shopping sprees that my parents are usually wont to take part in. Nevertheless the tsunami hung over pretty much every aspect of their vacation although they weren't directly affected by it.

Here i could regale you with stories about friends dying, almost dying and devastation. But i'm not the BBC so i won't. Instead here's a cheesey joke that emobdies all things Sri Lankan. Aunty Shiromal (who owns the Jetwing travel group of hotels and has her own tsunami tragedy stories) related this to ammi and thathi over dinner one evening. A little bit of background for those of you who might not know, apparently some geographical centre or something in Hawaii knew that the tsunami was going to strike S. East Asia and were trying to figure out a way to inform the countries that would be effected.

Person from Hawaii: "Hi may i speak to the President please?"
Sri Lankan: "Sorry she can't come to the phone right now may i take a message?"
Person from Hawaii: "Listen, it's very urgent that someone knows that a tsunami is coming from Indonesia, will you be able to inform the proper people?"
Sri Lankan: "Sir I can assure you that it will be taken care of. How do you spell tsunami?"
Person from Hawaii: "T-S-U-N-A-M-I"
Sri Lankan: "Thanks for informing us."
A little while later
Sri Lankan (To President): Mrs. President, someone from Hawaii called to tell us that a Mr. T. Sumani was arriving from Indonesia today, I didn't want to bother you with it so i sent the driver and the car to the aiport with a sign "MR.T.SUMANI from INDONESIA" to pick him up, but so far no one's shown up.

Isn't that great? I probably got it wrong in the re-telling, but you get the idea :P

Guilty pleasures are embarassing, but so good at the same time...
Along with Maroon 5, salacious celebrity gossip also finds its way on my long list of guilty pleasures. But it's not often that celebrity gossip will get me thinking. You must admit that this is starting out to sound like an oxymoron, but hear me out! Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston are separated, big deal you say. (I immediately said that i hope Jen dies, Brad becomes a Christian, moves to Toronto and starts attending our local church. Therefore making him available, no strings attached. Don't scoff. It could happen!) What really gets my quince about the whole issue is that Jennifer Aniston is suddenly being demonized for not wanting to have children. What are we living in the Middle Ages people? So what if she wants to put her career first, she's made the responsible and honest choice. God only knows how horrible the lives of her children might be if she didn't put them first, at least she know where her priorities lie. So back off, even my best friend Oprah doesn't want to have kids for the same reason! But then again, Oprah's not married to Brad Pitt.

I will be accepting housewarming gifts in denominations of 10
Aiya got me a new wallet. A cute little Matt and Nat number. Although i'm not a vegan nor do i ever intend on becoming one, the wallet's pretty fly. Is it just me, or is getting a new wallet a lot like moving? I mean making that transfer of highly personal items from a space that you've long had and are totally used to, into this harsh new space which you need to get accustomed to. You know, trying to crack the code of the new snap button, and finding the rhythm of the zipper on the coin purse. And of course, getting used to looking into a new wallet that is devoid of any money will take a while to get used to. You can make your housewarming gifts payable to me.

Quips
Man, something about the holidays makes people say absurd things. Not that we don't say absurd things otherwise. It just seems like we say more stupidness after long periods of time away from work and school.

Me: SoOoOoOo who wants to come with me to the Netherlands this summer?! It'll be fun, we can go backpacking!!
Genis: Isn't the Netherlands in Ireland?

Labro: Yeah she's really butch
Me: So she's all ugly and mannish?
Labro: Not really, she's just butch
Me: I don't get it, how can she butch and not mannish and ugly?!
Labro: I can't explain it!
Philbert: She means she's a tomboy
Me: *GASP* if you call her 'Butch' and she's just a tomboy, what would you call ME, Emily?!
Everyone: *hysterical laughter*
Labro: uh...

Her: Seriously though, i have nothing to be jealous of. I mean. You saw her picture.
Me: You did NOT just say that.
Her: No. Wait! I didn't mean it like that!!

Ammi bought aiya and i these KICK ARSE Mont Blanc attache cases. Aiya got a tan leather one, and i got a black one. Trust me, we're just one trip away from Marks Work Wearhouse from looking like two pathetic grad students. (Although aiya looks more like one than i do, b/c he has the little plaid shirt, cord pants, boots and Columbia jacket, all we have to do is make him wear them all at once and get him some nice arcticware gloves!) This is a convo we had about the merits of carrying around said attache cases.
Me: Ammi, how come you and thathi didn't pick up attache cases for yourselves?
Aiya: Yeah ammi, they're perfect for dumping all your crap into! Especially when you go for meetings, then you won't have to lug around your papers.
Ammi: I don't need an attache case, i have an assistant

Aiya: I'm sorry we're not in the business of feeling sorry for people, we're in the business of exploiting them

Ahh, aiya you put it so well. Exploitation is the name of the game kids!

PS: Abs and Debs, i couldn't be MORE excited!

Happy Chrismukkah!

Damn you $13.00 movie tickets!
Um. Yeah. So i'm a Scrooge around Christmas. I'm not averse to it. Really i'm not. I just hate the whole retail part of it. You know the malls, the nauseating music. On the other hand i love getting prezzies. Yeah, can the "Jesus is the reason for the season" schtick, He wasn't even BORN in December! Another thing that's great about Christmas time, the kick arse movies. Aiya and I go nuts. Recently we were saying how weird it'll be NOT to sit through 3 hours of Lord of the Rings while our gluts go numb and we make fun of the effeminate characters. However as I have noted to some of you already, a lot of my current boyfriends are in some really good movies. Not just eye candy folks, but QUALITY as well, and that's always good! Here's the shortlist:

The Assasination of Richard Nixon
The Aviator
Bad Education
Beyond the Sea
Bride and Prejudice
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
Closer
Finding Neverland
Hotel Rwanda
House of Flying Daggers
I am David
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Meet the Fockers
The Merchant of Venice
Oceans 12
Ray
Sideways
A Very Long Engagement

Speaking of boyfriends and movies though. I watched The Sound of Music yesterday, and i remembered how great Christoper Plummer was in his youth! Come on ladies you have to admit, those girlie men like Jude Law et al (who are undoubtedly good looking nonetheless) are really nothing in comparison the men of old. They just don't make 'em like Gregory Peck, Paul Newman, or Robert Redford anymore.

What do you expect for 15 bucks!
Yeah. Uh. I got my haircut at WalMart. I told you fanners that i was going to live it up white trash styles this Christmas. Along with the haircut i have a full cupboard of KD, a fridge full of chicken weiners and other disgusting things that i would never normally eat. Aiya has just informed me that we will be partaking in a meal of Miss Vicki's jalapeno chips, KD, and vanilla coke. Pretty crappy Christmas eh? It feels like a total fast forward! To add to it, flipping Oliver decides to screw over my Christmas eve by EATING house plants and random intervals. This i'm not used to. He has his bouts of evilness, but i think this is the worst he's ever done in terms of destruction. There was potting soil all over the living room carpet, hopefully i can ground the dirt into it. That way my parents will be forced to get rid of it and we can have hardwood again!

Quips
Him: Niles, Copernicus called, he said you're not the centre of the universe

Her: Not only do i have a plan. I have a dress too!

Thathi and I talking politics
Him: It's terrible what happened to Viktor Yushenko isn't it?
Me: Yeah, it is. And he was pretty good looking too!
Him: Movie star good looks.
Me: umm.
Him: No. I'm the only every day man that has the looks of a movie star*
*side note* Aiya: "Yeah, a Tamil movie star"

Thorn and i discussing the merits of getting haircuts at WalMart
Her: What the hell did you do?!
Me: It was only 15 bucks! And i got what i expected
Her: Yeah. I learned a long time ago, it's best not to be cheap when it comes to personal appearance
Me: Amen!
Both: We're so superficial

Well Kiddies, MERRY CHRISTMAS and all that jazz. Remember 91.1 FM will be playing Christmas swing tomorrow so remember to listen! Hope to see you all on the 28th :)

Ever Felt Dumped On?

Can it really be possible that I have run out track pants and oversized t-shirts? I mean COME ON now, how am I supposed to maintain my high standards of slovenliness during the Christmas holidays?! I had no intentions of doing laundry until I had to go back to school, but now i am forced to. So i'm free. My parents are leaving soon and i'm planning on having keggers and jams at my house. No. I swear. I will. Watch me. When i'm not inebriated and cleaning vomit off of the floor though I'm intending on doing some "pleasure reading." Because we all know that doesn't exist in a university student's vocabulary. I'm going to get under a blanket, curl up with Oliver, a good book and gain some crazy weight, so do not disturb! The first on my list is Shake Hands With the Devil, the book that Romeo Dallaire wrote on his experiences during Rwanda. Flipping amazing and i haven't even read 20 pages yet.

Pfft, Me? An indie snob? Never!
Thorn and I were discussing the other day the merits of being an indie snob. The sad reality is neither of us can truly achieve true indie snobbery because there just isn't enough damn time. We can't spend hours pouring over obscurity and going to concerts in seedier parts of town. But believe me, if we could we would so be there. See what's even sadder about our inability to be indie snobs is that when it comes to good music, we only have each other to talk to about it. What's that? Interpol, Broken Social Scene, Postal Service (who will, according to our hopefully incorrect speculations never make another album again), dntel, Death Cab etc. Yeah. Only got thorn *le sigh* We've gotta meet some more people eh? ;) With that said controller.controller totally worth your time! Not only are they from Toronto, but their frontwoman is brown and sri lankan. Is it possible that she will knock Gwen off of her current pedestal of cool in my mind? Even though Gwen can do no wrong in my eyes, i'm a bit disappointed with this whole "let's pretend to be Japanese" thing. First it was Indian, now Japanese, it would be interesting to see how she pulls off Saudi Arabian. In happier news though i'm waiting for the next Gorillaz album! My brit-pop boyfriend Damon Albarn + De La Soul + DJ Danger Mouse = a speechless me

Ever Felt Dumped On?
How wicked is the Oxfam, Make Trade Fair campaign "Ever Felt Dumped On?" which is trying to bring awareness about surplus food dumping. Interestingly enough, the other night i was snooping around the US Agency for International Development, and would you believe that they practice food dumping? Unbelievable isn't it? *snark* Well, there's some pretty amazing pictures on the site, so go check it out, and sign the petition!

Karma police, I've given all I can!!

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us*

Today was pure evil. I swear. It was like the karma police were after me! There was no escaping. It all started with the wet hair that i went to bed with last night. I woke up and my bangs looked like Cameron Diaz's from that scene in There's Something About Mary, hence the bobby pin action. I had a crap load of books that i had to schlep with me so i put them all in a nice big, sturdy, impenetrable Gap bag. As always the Brimley bus was late and I had to stand out in the pouring rain as it hurled itself at me. So i get on the bus and i'm about to sit down when it jerks, and the bottom of my Gap bag gives way and everything falls out! Oh yeah. I forgot to mention. My bag was made out of paper. The ONE DAY i decide to pack my lunch had to be today, because of course it was in the bag, and my little tangerine rolled across the floor like it was doomsday. I also probably should have worn a Bounty paper towel rolls on my feet today instead of shoes, because they sure do feel like 'the thicker picker upper' right now. The sad thing is, the day isn't even over yet. I'll stop whining. I all of a sudden feel Jewish and it's scaring me.

Not Now Magical Arctic Puffin!!
Speaking of Jewish people, if you want some mindless yet hillarious entertainment, go and rent the Hebrew Hammer. I can say no more. It was too good. I FINALLY saw Elf. The same night as when i watched the Hammer. I've said it before, but man, Will Ferrell=GENIUS! I liked Elf, but A Night at the Roxbury and Old School were better. I'm STILL waiting to see Anchorman though, that looks flipping funny. I know it says so much about me as a person doesn't it? ;)

"You know what the 'W' stands for right?"
So Dubya came to Canada. *woot*woot* (feel the sarcasm?) Funny thing is, a)He refused to address parliament and b)He didn't come to Toronto. What a wuss eh? If he had come to Toronto, the entire university would've shut down and we all would've been outside of the US Consulate. Bus loads of protestors went from U of T to Ottawa. So he played it safe and went to Halifax. I was watching the National last night, and they were taking a look at America's reaction to Canadian anti-Americans. It was so sad. One guy on Fox who was wearing a bow-tie said that Canadians don't like Americans because we 'feel inferior' to them. Yeah. That's it Pee Wee. You keep believing that. But really, what IS up with all the anti-Americanism that's going on? I think most Canadians are retards because they can't seem to separate Bush from America. I know it's pretty hard to, since the majority of Americans actually DO like him and that in itself is pretty scary. But still. Come on! Give it a break already.

The people have spoken
The Greatest Canadian? Tommy Douglas of course! I don't agree with anti-Americanism, but i don't agree with the people who say that Canada's an extension of the U.S either because clearly we're not. What other country would vote a Baptist Premier from out West who instituted universal healthcare as their greatest citizen? Canadians and their drugs eh?

Today's World AIDS Day, and I can't help but thinking about James Orbinski (instrumental in getting generic retroviral HIV/AIDS medication available, and also the president of MSF when they won the Nobel Peace Prize - note if you read the speech it was done in 1999, read what he has to say about the U.S' involvement in Sudan. Very interesting). I remember when he came in and spoke in one of my first year politics classes. He was such an inspiration! The only reason why Canada is such a leader in the fight against AIDS is because of people like him and Stephen Lewis. I think I agree with my boyfriend Bono when he said "The world needs more Canada."

*Karma Police - Radiohead

In Flanders Field

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

It's Remembrance Day! Hopefully I won't lose my poppy like i do every other year before the day is out. There's so much to say about today and it's impossible to do without sounding trite. I'm not going to bother though, i'll leave that to the real writers. Suffice it to say today I will Remember. I'm good at trivializing things, so here goes! The other day i'm at the Queen subway station in that no man's land between the Bay and Eaton's Centre. There's a veteran there with his box of poppies and there's a homeless man there too. The homeless man was picking a fight with the veteran b/c the veteran was on his "turf" and was distracting people from giving him money. But the veteran was all like i'm a veteran and i have a permit. It was getting really REALLY heated. I didn't stick around to catch the rest of it, but neither of them were there when i was going home. Like you'd think that the homeless guy would've let the veteran sell his poppies! If it wasn't for the veteran the homeless guy wouldn't even have the freedom to panhandle there.

When i was a kid, Remembrance Day was such a HUGE deal for me. Invariably i'd get to read one of my poorly written poems (they were seriously hurting) during the school assembly every year. Our teachers used to make us memorize In Flanders Field, i still know it by heart. It's engraved there like the Lord's Prayer (which is embedded in French as well thanks to Mme McQuaid.) Then there were the songs that we used to sing as part of choir and the little movie that we'd watch. It was the same movie every year, but it still made me sad even in grade 6 (my last year in elementary school). What i used to love BEST about Remembrance Day was when my classmates' grandparents who were veterans used to come in and talk to us about the war, we'd all cram into the library and sit on the brown patchy carpet and i'd devour everything they sad. Michael's grandfather came every year until he died and so did Danny's (he was my dance partner in folk dancing lol) grandmother. I think that's what makes me the saddest about Remembrance Day is that I don't see as many veterans around anymore.

Lest we forget.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord!

A public service announcement followed me home the other day,
I paid it never mind. Go away
.....
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord!
Count your blessings.
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more

It's been a bad day
Please don't take a picture
It's been a bad day.
Please.
....
The lights went out
The oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal*

What a week eh? The kind that makes you want to clear your head with some good music, a pint (of vanilla Coke!) and a good long bike ride. Weeks like this are good every once in awhile, reminds me of how small and insignificant i am in the larger scheme of things.

First off
Bush gets re-elected. Was not surprised in the least bit but still really disappointed. At least this time around his win was legit (yeah i'm being naive, whatever.) Am I scared? Yeah for sure! Ammi sent me a forward the other day written by a Christian lady, it was her take on the rise of the religious right in American. She had some interesting points (and some really bad ones too lol). It's worth a read though.

I was reading the headlines on the BBC yesterday and i caught sight of this
When i was in Senegal, i befriended some missionaries who had to evacuate from the Ivory Coast during the September 2002 uprising. They were seeking safe haven in Senegal while trying to tie up loose ends in Abidjan before leaving back to Montreal. M. Gaucher's son Emmanuel was the same age as Josh, (the little boy whose family i was staying with) they came down for a play date and M. Gaucher ended up getting stuck at our place b/c the Autoroute was closed down for the Telefonica Paris - Dakar rally race (it's really fascinating, and a whole other story really, it would take pages!) Anyways what resulted in that day was us having a 4 hour conversation about life in the Ivory Coast for the believers in their church during that horrific time. There is so much political unrest in the world, and it's sad that certain countries just want to add to it.

Well not everything was bad
Ollie and i raked an obcene amount of leaves last week but really to no avail. Thathi was supposed to mulch them but he never got around to doing that. Now all my time was wasted b/c he's getting the gardener to come and do it instead!
(leaves in my back yard)
(Ollie vamping for the camera)

My room is ugly. It was worse before we moved, but it needs an extreme makeover. So far we've stripped the walls of the hideous incandescent wallpaper, the evil carpet needs to GO. I won't be satisfied until i have hardwood in there. Well last week ammi made me a new bedspread (out of a burgundy Sari). She used my ancient Beauty and the Beast comforter as the base. I still remember when she and thathi got it for me. I was in grade two and was flipping through a Zellers catalogue with amammah (my grandmother on ammi's side) and i saw the comforter. I FLIPPED out, b/c i LOVED Beauty and the Beast. LOL Ammi went out and bought it THAT very day (i'm not spoilt. I swear.) She was so taken aback that i was interested in something remotely girly that she didn't want to waste the oppurtunity to go and get it for me. And that is how the Beauty and the Beast comforter makes its way lovingly back onto my bed (when i make it) 12 years after it first found its way there.
(l-r Ammi and Aiya; Ammi looking totally paked out, and Aiya just looking fat ;))
l-r Ammi and her assistant)
(Ammi's assistant couldn't handle the pressures of being a seamstress and eventually broke down)

Oliver graduated from his puppy class. I don't really know how he managed to, but he did. And he won a prize too!! He was the fastest dog in the class in the little race that they had (which was run to your owner, and you'd only win if you sat down first, and surprisingly he did!!)
(l-r Me, Oliver, Kristi (his teacher), Terror (a Vizsla's whose owner's name i don't remember), Toby (Golden retreiver, again the name is non-existant), Max (an English Springer Spaniel with his owner's daughter. Max didn't win anything, and he got in a LOT of crap from his owner. Poor guy)
(l-r Oliver, his prize and Thathi)

I watched Rick Mercer's Monday Report today and there was a little segment of him and Justin Trudeau together chilling out in Montreal. It's so sad that he's engaged!! There goes the only thinking Canadian woman's man! Here's hoping that eventually he'll run for office, he's a great speaker, remember the eulogy he gave at his father's funeral? Speaking of his dad, today thorn and i were wondering around the nether regions of UC after a morning spent chatting in Diabolos and we stumbled on the Trudeau Centre for Peace and Conflict Studies . Kind of scary b/c all the doors had pictures of Pierre's head floating on them b/c of his nomination as the greatest Canadian. But back to Justin, as Rick Mercer pointed out, how wicked would it be if he ran for office against Ben Mulroney who for the record, i can't freaking STAND. Let's not even start about his dad.

*http://www.retroweb.com/rem/lyrics/song_BadDay.html

Fermez - la Bush!*

So, tomorrow's the US Presidential election, the real halloween if you ask me. Just wanted to get my presidential prediction out in the open before the 2nd. I think that Bush will take it by a very small margin, and i'm praying that i'm totally WRONG about that. Osama might have scored a victory for his buddy Bush but resurfacing in videotape format and scaring the crap out of Americans right before the elections. But then again, Kerry is pretty greasey, and the yanks don't really have that much to choose from. Unfortunately for them kerry is the lesser of two evils. I really wish i could like Dubya, but it's so not working.

To my American friends, GO AND VOTE!!!

And remember, if Bush gets elected and you need a place to stay after he imposes mandatory conscriptions for all his pointless wars, you can always dodge the draft at our place, we can squeeze at least 26 people in. I wouldn't want your blood spilled for oil or daddy.

*fingers crossed* Here's hoping (for the first time in my life) that i'm wrong!

*for the anglophones: fermez-la bouche = shut up; like the little pun? First saw it at an anti-war rally outside of the US embassy, our Frenchies seem to really like it!

Do you think there's a cure for Dromomania?

So Sven came and went. We had a wicked time, go and see Diarious de Motocicleta (Motorcycle Diaries) you won't regret it. (Plus Gael García Bernal is so pretty!!!) I've always wanted to go to Peru, but frig, after watching that movie i want to go even more! I know it's not just me, but this week has been nuts eh? At least it's starting to calm down a bit, and i shouldn't really be complaining b/c us artsies get off really easily. I feel sorry for you guys who had to do mid-terms! I just had a crap load of papers, i remember Kellen once said during his first year of university he had so many term papers coming out of his arse he could feel the paper cuts >_<.

I think that the dromomania is settling in once again folks. Leave me alone. I know. It comes every three months, and it seems only when things get really hectic. But honestly i do think it's an incurable disease. *sigh* i guess that is my lot in life. Right now i want to go to Morrocco really badly, even when i was in Senegal i wanted to go to Morrocco. I think that's because the only person who was relatively close to my age was part Morrocan and part French, he had a lot to say about it, and also because i read that book "A Street in Marrakesh," that really was a clincher. Fricking books. If i didn't read them life would be so much simpler. I'd never want to travel anywhere ;). And i want to go to these places b/c the names are so exotic. How can you not want to go to a place named Dar Es Salam, Khartoum, Addis Ababa, Lagos...

Well flying away to some exotic locale is not the only way to cheer up the mid-semester blues. Shopping always does the trick, so perhaps i will go on a spree tomorrow. Getting my haircut is also fun, and something that needs to be done *cough* after the self-cut bangs affair of September. I've also suddenly been seized with the desire to clean my entire room up. Yeah. I can't explain it either. Then of course there's looking for some place to volunteer. We all know i only volunteer for self-serving purposes. Pfft, i wasn't at War Child for the kids, i was there b/c i was bored!

Speaking of War Child
The other day when Aiya and i were heading downtown we bumped into one of his acquaintances on the subway. He looked really familiar, and i recognized him from the NGO Fair from the spring, LOL where i manned the War Child booth and he even remembered that i was squeezed between the two Oxfam nuts. He's taken a year off from Med School and he's heading out to Latin America, i was burning with envy. Here's a conclusion i have come to, and a huge broad biased generalization. (Damn it i'm tired of being politically correct ;)) Have you noticed that people who are a lot like me, meaning love to travel, want to go into international development, listen to kick ass music (no bias at all) have somewhat of a sense of adventure (I AM adventurous. Stop laughing. It's called "calculated risk" remember!) the people who are like that tend to be gross dirty hippies. This guy was no exception. Yeah usually people like this tend to be white (esp. the U of T folk) but this guy, he was brown, and DISGUSTING. Stupid Aiya got off at PAPE station, so i was stuck with this yobo until i got to campus b/c we were going the same way. I have all the luck i know

Sorry, this post was pointless. My brain is totally fried. I'll give you guys something better next time. Hopefully i'll have some good pictures of Oliver's graduation (Monday's his last class!!!).

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rocks
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?

What the Helen of Troy is that?!

So have i mentioned to you about how flipping excited i am about tomorrow??? Sven is BAAACK!!!
*cue nostalgia*
The last time he graced us with his presence was what? Like two years ago? I shall proceed to reminisce on our past high school days. When i was the editor of the school newspaper (lol) and he was on Student Council. Remember the "office" we shared together? AKA the janitor's closet that was painted and had chairs in it. We froze in the winter and boiled in the summer. But it was all good. Thank God for the karaoke machine! Mrs. Smith used to always bust us for being way too loud. Our peels of laughter used to reverberate through the hallway while we listened to CHUM and made fun of such dignitaries as Spammie and the Conster Monster. I'll stop now.

Random sightings
I bumped into a crap load of people from church. You know that is ALWAYS fun. As usual my first instinct is to run away and hide, most of the time I'm really succesful. Yesterday i was late for a class and couldn't find a suitable place to hide.
Person from church (PFC): Oh my goodness i totally did not recognize you
Me: Oh hi PFC *smiles awkwardly*
PFC: It's your clothes!
*side note*
We don't even need to go there. You've all seen the hurting church wardrobe that only sees the light of day on Sundays. Meanwhile PFC is dressed totally the same way as they would be at any church gathering
Me: Yeah, well you know how it is on Sunday mornings, no time at all to get properly dressed. I just roll out of bed and throw something on
PFC: You look better on Sundays.
Me: Hey look at the time, I'm late for class (jerk face)
I don't even know what to say to that. I nearly died laughing though that's for sure. Ah, the church wardrobe. It's not even a real wardrobe. It's more like a uniform. Same thing every Sunday. There's no pleasing some people eh? Speaking of which, i'm in the market for some new t-shirts because Black t-shirt + white dog = disaster.

Quips
Aiya talking to me last night after getting back from his camping trip
Aiya: Are Louis Vuitton wallets really expensive?
Me: Uh. Yeah.
Aiya: How expensive?
Me: More than even you or I would ever spend on a wallet
Aiya: Oh. So then I guess that the Louis Vuitton duffle bag is totally out of the question.

Typical Sven
Sven: This one's for Yaweh!

Me meeting an old acquaintance
Her: So are you seeing anyone?
Me: No, I've got to much stuff going on.
Her: Really? So I guess you don't have much fun then?
Me: What do you mean I "don't have much fun?"
Her: How can you have fun if you're not seeing someone?
*side note*
When I want to have fun, I go and see a movie. Not freaking date someone.

Ammi and I last night
Me: Hey did you know that the Sri Lankan national anthem is in Tamil too?
Her: *rolls eyes* Uh. YEAH.
Me: I don't think I've ever heard it in Tamil
*side note*
WORST thing to have possibly said to a tone deaf woman who enjoys singing
Her: *singing* Sri Lanka..

And one from the vault
Ammi: Shauna can you eat spicy things? Like salt and pepper?