Being brown, I’m not spared from the idea that I ought to root for “Slumdog Millionaire” to win at the Oscars. But, it’s just one of those movies you can’t help but love. It’s the underdog – no glitzy promos, no over-paid or unnecessarily famous actors (Anil Kapoor doesn’t count – the man’s a legend, ha) and it’s just outside the run of the mill rags-to-riches type of story. Who doesn’t love the underdog? People who like to kick puppies, that’s who. So, I loved it the movie as did pretty much everyone else I’ve talked to about it. But above all, I’ve grown an indecent love for the soundtrack. You have to. Really. I mean AR Rahman being a favourite composer of mine or not, every track is perfect.
And that’s that. They picked up 8 Oscars (Best Picture, Director, Soundtrack, Original Song…I lost track after that).
What’s your opinion on protests? Do they work? What’s the point? I remember in my first year of university there was going to be a protest…about something (can you sense my deep involvement?) and I was being harassed by an overzealous classmate that I had to attend. I mean, did I support the evil puppy-kickers of the world (that analogy is stuck with me now, deal with it)? Of course I didn’t! So, thus, verily, in conclusion, I must attend the protest.
Dude, it was November. In Canada. It is cold. And possibly I was a little more pessimistic than I needed to be at that age and time, but I just didn’t see the point. A group of people with signs wasn’t going change anything. John Mayer said it – “Is there anyone who remembers changing their mind from the paint on a sign?”. Governments would continue to do what they want, where they want. It wouldn’t stop a war no matter how pointless, it wouldn’t decrease tuition fees or freeze it forever nor would it stop people from wearing Crocs.
Or would it? Maybe a protest is more an outlet for people. A way to show what they believe in regardless of how the outcome will be. Sure, it may not give the outcome that you want, but I guess that chance to show your beliefs and passions doesn’t come around often. Yep, protests and and free ice cream day at Baskin Robbins – only places where you can show how radical a believer you are.
I would like to show more pictures of my place and the surrounding area, but my butterfingers dropped my camera a couple months ago while taking pictures and now it makes a heartbreaking noise while struggling to turn on, but I haven’t had the time to get it fixed. I’m worried I’ll have to live off of bread crumbs for a month in order to buy a new one if it can’t get fixed.
My 9 10-year old sister asked me what an “emo” is. Her friend Jessica tells her that “it’s someone who cuts their wrists and pops their veins just because they want to, but they don’t die”.
I thought I had at least a couple more years before I’d have to deal with questions like this. Shouldn’t she still be playing with Barbies and dreaming of rainbows and cookies!?!
Somehow I explained what it was and she believed me…I think.
Screw it, she’s being homeschooled once I get home.
It’s “week 6” in our term. Meaning 6 more weeks until end of classes + 2 week exam period. OMG.
I’m strangley addicted to the Twilight series of books. No, I didn’t turn into a junior high student overnight and really the writing isn’t that amazing and the story gets predictable – so why have I spent all this money on 3 books so far…!? Because the guy at the bookstore around the corner is really cute…but now thinks I have the literary sense of a 2-year old. Damn.