These past couple of weeks post-Korea & its city quaintness have been spent mellowing out at home, with only the recently christened Bryce Balaselvan aka my coin-operated boy for company (Balaselvan, and sometimes Siew Fang Pi, due to his Chennai- Chinese roots.) I colour my afternoons with Julia Nunes and Judas Priest, and my nights with fits of night cycling & fighting with my folks, and my mornings with tuition and existential crises & swims. Never ever have I ever had no reason to be happy, but am anyway.
I know what I need to do to solve this growing rift between my parents—mediate. Again. But more clevererly this time, using simple familiar words and promises, being honest.
My poor brother, being incredibly tanned from all the soccer in the sun, has fallen for the same marketing spiel they plaster everywhere—WHITENING LOTIONS, FAIR & LOVELY & even more radiant than the last cream you tried! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH. He’s claimed my Nivea moisturizers as his own and is desperately trying to rub them in every night… Gullible’s Island ahoy!
I’ve watched: Trainspotting Classic 8D Ewan McGregor diving into the toilet bowl for his opium suppositories made my day.
American Psycho Regardless of being terribly adapted, it was just a bad movie! Ugh these over-ambitious 90s directors.
Scarface C**ks**king M*****f*****rs! *takes break to snort some coke*
Requiem For A Dream Power soundtrack la, srsly, power. And I never thought I’d start using that adjective, but this requires it.
Wilde Finally, Stephen Fry in snarky Oscar glory.
The Science of Sleep Adorable. Gondry & his mis en scene, seeding the genre of introverts’ love stories—anything held private can be beautiful.
Black Books Season 2 O, Bill Bailey!
The Proposal the usual cheese…
countless Nevermind the Buzzcocks eps
several Curb Your Enthusiasm eps :D hilarious. Thanks, Wash.