It's that time again- that time of the semester where suddenly spring cleaning your room becomes something you HAVE to do today, even though it's autmn now. Suddenly, you realize you haven't caught up with so many friends and you go blog surfing just to see what they've been up to. Then there are all these TV shows that are suddenly so interesting you can't take your eyes off the idiot box, when previously those very same shows would put you to sleep.
Yes, folks. It's that time of the semester for me- assignments are coming to their deadlines and as usual, I've barely started. I was gonna pull and all-nighter to finnish one yesterday, but after a walk along the infamous K'road (don't ask me what I was doing there and no, I wasn't drinking), I decided against it and went to bed at 10pm, thinking I will have an early start today, but here I am- blogging. Gosh, I'm so bad, aren't I? Normally finnishing an assignment 2 days before the given deadline would be perfectly normal for me. But there's a catch this time; I've another paper due two days right after at 10am.
So, here's to a long day and an even longer night. I should probably buy a bottle of instant coffee...or I could just pop by the cafe 5 minutes away and get one to go. But for now, I think black tea would have to suffice, Earl Grey, no less =)
Cheers!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Home and Away
I moved out of my father's house and into my own appartment yesterday. In the words of a friend, this is "one big step for Naveena, one giant leap for Indian-kind", you know, because I moved out before getting married. For those of you who find this difficult to understand, let me put it this way; It's unusual t move out of your parents' house before you get married in the Indian culture and unless they disown you, there really is no need (or to some no WAY) to live n your own.
That said, I myself had to face the huge hurdle of convincing them that it would be better off letting me go (there was plenty of crying on my part and initial disapproving looks on their part). I must have done a decent job at it because, here I am in my stark cold appartment room. It was suppsed to be one of the happiest day of my life but instead, I felt like everyone else's misery was gathered up and dropped on me like a ton of bricks. Not so good an analogy but whatever. I mean, independance is supposed to be a good thing. Someone else also told me if I could help get her 25 year-old son out of her house! She reckons it's a good thing. And she is right. I know she is. But I'm not so sure I made the right choice.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving the fact that I now don't have to drag myself out of bed at 5.30am for an 8am class. The library is just minutes away. All I have to do is step out of the appartment and the whole city is mine for the taking. I can do anything at virtually any time I please. But as I layed on my big white bed, starring at at my lava lamp trying to fall asleep, I couldn't help but feel a little bit like crap. It doesn't help that I'm not too happy about my appartment either. It felt more like a cold hotel room rather than an actual homey (if that's even a word!) personal space. Perhaps I should look for another place, but then again it's only been a couple of days.
Only time will tell. For now though, Micheal Buble's "Home" echoes in my mind, every word of it. Let me go home. I've got to come home.
That said, I myself had to face the huge hurdle of convincing them that it would be better off letting me go (there was plenty of crying on my part and initial disapproving looks on their part). I must have done a decent job at it because, here I am in my stark cold appartment room. It was suppsed to be one of the happiest day of my life but instead, I felt like everyone else's misery was gathered up and dropped on me like a ton of bricks. Not so good an analogy but whatever. I mean, independance is supposed to be a good thing. Someone else also told me if I could help get her 25 year-old son out of her house! She reckons it's a good thing. And she is right. I know she is. But I'm not so sure I made the right choice.
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving the fact that I now don't have to drag myself out of bed at 5.30am for an 8am class. The library is just minutes away. All I have to do is step out of the appartment and the whole city is mine for the taking. I can do anything at virtually any time I please. But as I layed on my big white bed, starring at at my lava lamp trying to fall asleep, I couldn't help but feel a little bit like crap. It doesn't help that I'm not too happy about my appartment either. It felt more like a cold hotel room rather than an actual homey (if that's even a word!) personal space. Perhaps I should look for another place, but then again it's only been a couple of days.
Only time will tell. For now though, Micheal Buble's "Home" echoes in my mind, every word of it. Let me go home. I've got to come home.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
None but Jesus
It's been a while since I had a listen to anything new from Hilsong United, only because I have not bought anything new. So today, when I got my hands on their "United we Stand" album I was psyched! Super late, I know...and there was this one song in particular that just gripped me. It's a faily simple song but the words were so powerful. Well, I thought so anyway. You know, it's just one of those songs that you can't explain just what IT is but IT is just there. thought I'd post it up here. I absolutely recomend buying the album- really awesome set of songs!
In the quiet, in the stillness
I know that You are God
In the secret of Your presence
I know there I am restored
When You call I won’t refuse
Each newday again I’ll choose
There is no one else for me
None but Jesus
Crucified to set me free
Now I liveto bring Him praise
In the chaos, in confusion
Iknow You’re Sovereign still
In the moment of my weakness
You give me grace to do Your will
When You call I won’t delay
This my song through all my days
All my delight is in You Lord
All of my hope, all of my strength
All my delight is in You Lord
Forevermore!
None but Jesus, Hilsong United, 2006 (I think)
Friday, March 09, 2007
Lessons and a Beautiful Stranger
Gosh, I can't believe it's already the third month of the year! Excuse the cliched and over-used phrase but seriously, I'm still getting over the new year and my course, let alone the month! I had an intense week and I learnt a few important lessons.
The first being that one of the most important rule in TV land is NEVER FORGET TO HAVE AT LEAST 5 SCONDS OF PRE-ROLE before and after a shot! Either I didn't bother to pay attention in class, or nobody told me that; I'm banking on the latter =) As a result, post production was a huge problem- I'd rather not bother with the details- and come submission, all I can say is I didn't like the final outcome that we handed in. I think it may very well be grade altering. It was an expensive lesson which I don't intend to repeat. EVER! Better now than in the middle of my first career defining movie I suppose...but I'd like to sulk about it a little more. I'm not ready to move on just yet. Perhaps at the end of the week. Perhaps in a few more hours. Perhaps.
But, on a totally different note, I did something I never thought I'd ever do. See, I've always been a wee bit shy when it comes to meeting total strangers. It's usually no more than an acquaintanceship (yes, it IS a word; I checked!) and it takes me quite a while to move past that into the friendship stage. However, I was at the movies the other day by myself when I was walking away from the ticket counter after purchasing "Notes on a Scandal" (bad movie; I wonder how it received nominations at the recent awards season). There was this someone who was pacing the lobby, clearly still undecided on what he was going to watch. From a simple "not sure what to watch?", we snowballed into a nearly 2 hour conversation about nothing and (almost) everything at the same time. I was blown away by the fact that I actually held up a chat for so long with a total and complete stranger; a regular passer-by. Apparently, he was too. I surprised myself. It was a good surprise though.
Life really is filled with little surprises that come every now and again. I think it's these little surprises that make all the difference in the world. On that note, have a super weekend while I become a total geek for another weekend. I've plenty of readings to catch up on, which will prove to be quite challenging seeing as how I was so looking forward to putting my feet up and sipping wine and having some downtime this weekend...
The first being that one of the most important rule in TV land is NEVER FORGET TO HAVE AT LEAST 5 SCONDS OF PRE-ROLE before and after a shot! Either I didn't bother to pay attention in class, or nobody told me that; I'm banking on the latter =) As a result, post production was a huge problem- I'd rather not bother with the details- and come submission, all I can say is I didn't like the final outcome that we handed in. I think it may very well be grade altering. It was an expensive lesson which I don't intend to repeat. EVER! Better now than in the middle of my first career defining movie I suppose...but I'd like to sulk about it a little more. I'm not ready to move on just yet. Perhaps at the end of the week. Perhaps in a few more hours. Perhaps.
But, on a totally different note, I did something I never thought I'd ever do. See, I've always been a wee bit shy when it comes to meeting total strangers. It's usually no more than an acquaintanceship (yes, it IS a word; I checked!) and it takes me quite a while to move past that into the friendship stage. However, I was at the movies the other day by myself when I was walking away from the ticket counter after purchasing "Notes on a Scandal" (bad movie; I wonder how it received nominations at the recent awards season). There was this someone who was pacing the lobby, clearly still undecided on what he was going to watch. From a simple "not sure what to watch?", we snowballed into a nearly 2 hour conversation about nothing and (almost) everything at the same time. I was blown away by the fact that I actually held up a chat for so long with a total and complete stranger; a regular passer-by. Apparently, he was too. I surprised myself. It was a good surprise though.
Life really is filled with little surprises that come every now and again. I think it's these little surprises that make all the difference in the world. On that note, have a super weekend while I become a total geek for another weekend. I've plenty of readings to catch up on, which will prove to be quite challenging seeing as how I was so looking forward to putting my feet up and sipping wine and having some downtime this weekend...
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Jesus and Anna Nicole Smith
I'm sure many of you would have heard about the whole James Cameron finding Jesus' coffin shebang. I was of course, personally really skeptical about it, as I always am about issues like this. For those of you who have no idea what this is all about, allow me to shed some light. James Cameron has aparently made documentary, claiming that he has foun Jesus' remains, alog with those of Mary Magdeline and a little baby, Judah, who was alegedly the son of Jesus.
Today, while I was on my way home from university after a bitch of day, I heard something on the radio that totally made my day, in regards to this issue. One of the disc jockeys played an excerpt from a recent Jay Leno Show. This is what Jay Leno said (well, not verbatim, but something along these lines)
"Apparently they can do a DNA test and prove that Jesus was the father of this child. I mean, ... (really)...they can't even determine who the father of Anna Nicole Smith's child is!"
And that just totally made me laugh out loud...before realizing I probably looked like a lunatic sitting in a bus-load of people smiling like a crazy person. Oh well, but it was so worth it. I reckon it was the best thing I heard all day, and beleve me, I DID hear a lot of things!
It never ceases to amaze me how people are always trying to disprove the fact that Jesus is not who He says He is. Why?
Today, while I was on my way home from university after a bitch of day, I heard something on the radio that totally made my day, in regards to this issue. One of the disc jockeys played an excerpt from a recent Jay Leno Show. This is what Jay Leno said (well, not verbatim, but something along these lines)
"Apparently they can do a DNA test and prove that Jesus was the father of this child. I mean, ... (really)...they can't even determine who the father of Anna Nicole Smith's child is!"
And that just totally made me laugh out loud...before realizing I probably looked like a lunatic sitting in a bus-load of people smiling like a crazy person. Oh well, but it was so worth it. I reckon it was the best thing I heard all day, and beleve me, I DID hear a lot of things!
It never ceases to amaze me how people are always trying to disprove the fact that Jesus is not who He says He is. Why?
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