The Pink Fluffy Bunny Club

Rotten Tomatoes and Utter Gutterness

Yeah, I know I keep saying that I'm going to blog more often, but that always seems to be such a futile statement to make. By the time I get online, I simply forget about writing something - anything! And then I end up doing a 'mashed potatoes' and feeling pretty utterly gutterly about skipping a proper post.

So, here's a proper post. Somewhat.

:D

Top Chef Season 7 got over yesterday here in India and the winner was Kevin. Oh! I mean, the winner was Kevin!!

If the previous sentence looks like it's been written in a sarcastic tone, you're wrong. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I actually like Kevin a lot. He was true to himself and he didn't have any ego problems (unlike some other chefs *cough Ed cough*). He also didn't manipulate people to make a way for himself (unlike certain others *cough Angelo cough*). These two qualities are really commendable. Add to this the fact that his food looks absolutely brilliant (Angelo called him the Salvador Dali of presentation) and tastes equally good, he deserves the title. My mom and I were actually rooting for him and it was so nice to see him win! Goooooo Kevin!

Another favourite of mine was Tiffany. I wish she'd also been in the finals.

Anyhow. Great show!!

Mashed Potatoes Part II

I haven't written in quite a while and I really have no idea how much I want to write. I knew it till about 5 hours ago. Then I started watching the India-Pakistan semi-final and, well, forgot everything.

India-Pak semi-final: I'm not a huge cricket fan. I don't watch it on a normal basis. Test matches make me sleepy. ODI's are still better. T-20's are really good because they tend to get over in 3 hours. But when it comes to an India-Pakistan match, it doesn't really matter how long it will carry on for. It's so much fun to watch! The enthusiam is amazing. And it's so much fun to watch it with a cricket fan! I still remember the 1999 World Cup that I saw with my Nanu. He loved sports and cricket had become my life for the one month that I spent with my grandparents that year. My mom is also a huge sports fan and loves cricket like anything, and it's also fun watching matches with her. Now I'd like to watch it with my friends, especially with MFG. Damn, I wish we were in Mohali right now!

Pak is 38-0 in 7 overs. My nails are non-existent. I hope India wins. Fingers crossed!

Keema Mutter: I'd written previously about wanting to write a story on keema mutter. Well, I did. So there.

Aliens: They kick @ss. And they will give me candy if I turn over the world to them. Sorry World, I love candy.

Patties with green chutney: Suddenly yum! They really don't taste bad!

3G: Why won't you work on my phone?? Why????

Excessive use of question marks: It's not good.

Brevity: Is awesome.

Yeah, I'm not really interested in writing. This isn't even a 'Mashed Potatoes'. More like a 'Mashed Quiz'. WTF.

*sigh*

Mashed Potatoes

I have so much to write about today. If I were to write about them individually, they'd form at least 3 different blog entries. I'm lazy. So there.

The Week That Was - It had a really special date. And it had 14th Feb also ^_^. I generally don't believe in Valentines Day. I say you either celebrate your love everyday or you don't bother at all. If you pick just one day to acknowledge that you love someone, you're stupid. But this day, MFG tried to get me out of this zone I'm in, and it was just so sweet! He's so good with surprises! And I really have to learn how to be less obvious *sigh*

This week was just so much fun! And I'm so looking forward to tomorrow :)

 

The Messenger by Daniel Silva - Good book. Stupid ending. You spend 400 pages on infiltrating Jihad Inc., kill off the Villain 1 in two pages, Villain 2 in three pages - man, that's worse than Voldemort's death! On the other hand, nothing could be worse than Voldemort's death. But the end showed quite a few bits of sheer stupidity. Like how the protagonist was willing to kill off Villain 1's maybe-wife just because she was his maybe-wife and probably knew that he was a terrorist (even though the only thing she seemed to be interested in was going to the salon and getting her hair done), but how Villain 2's definite-daughter was allowed to live, who would know that he backs up major terrorist activities and who was left standing over her father's dead body, screaming for revenge.

And those are not my words.

Yes, the author was looking for a new character for another book. Nadia the Villain. Born of sheer stupidity on the protagonist's part. Or, as MFG puts it, a case of writer's block. C'mon, the maybe-wife with the hair obsession could've been a villain!

'The mysterious stranger rose out of the ocean, her blonde(?) hair shining in the sun. The face was slightly familiar. She took a caprioska from the shack and sipped on it slowly, her blue eyes darting about. The place was perfect. Soon she'd avenge the death of her not-husband, and only on that day would she step into the salon and get her hair done.

Revenge is a dish best served in a tropical setting.'

 

One of the Worst Things - You know, one of the worst things you could ever see is your mom crying. My maternal grandmom's not well. Actually, that would be quite an understatement. But she has her good days. And bad days. Her graph is a curve that goes *zoom up* and *zoom down*, and every weekend her graph dips quite a bit.

This is a weekend.

Today, my mom's eyes were red when I went to the hospital. She tried to put it off on the cold and stuff and blah. Grandmom not really responding. Mom crying. I wanted to bawl my eyes out. I want to bawl my eyes out. I just want my grandmom to get better and my mom to stop being sad. And my aunt. It's sometimes so hard to keep up a nonchalant exterior. I'm just thankful that I have such wonderful friends who've stood by my side. And a friend who's much more than a friend. I don't know what I would've done without him.