aristera says

Thursday, January 25, 2007

sigh

Carrie: I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.

Miranda: So what, you're like a flystrip for dysfunctional men?

Carrie: Yeah, but one of those really pretty floral scented ones.

posted by aristera says # 2:39 PM 9 comments

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

la la land

It seems like I lived.
It seems like I lied.
I liked that I lived.
I was livid that I lied.
I loved that I longed.
I lacked the life.
I lust for the love.
I licked the lips.
I love my luck.
I fuck my luck.
I loath the laments.
i load the medulla.
I unload the shoot.
It was likely that I loved.

posted by aristera says # 6:35 PM 3 comments

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

what to do?

The new found energy is a surprise to me too. Didn’t know I could be so geared up and charged up. Ambition at its peak. The drive is on full swing. Barely sleep. Things are going to be different very soon. Am excited, but also a bit disturbed. Is this what I wanted? I also know how stubborn I can be. Its either everything or nothing at all. Always. Its childish. But I think with my heart. I know I am pushing the envelope. I am getting extremely impatient with people. They should allow one to shoot incompetent fools. I mean, its ok to, na?

While work is on in full swing, the personal life… doesn’t exsist. It just doesn’t. what to do?

current music: pink floyd

posted by aristera says # 8:22 AM 5 comments

Friday, December 15, 2006

aristera says:

Life definitely comes a full circle.

Opportunity knocks not once, but once in a while.

Ambition is sexy.

Love is elusive.

Happiness is a myth.

Sex is so overrated.

Plastic flowers are the worst joke man ever concocted.

Alcohol is man’s greatest invention.

Walking on the moon is uncalled for.

The most beautiful is the most just.

posted by aristera says # 8:36 AM 5 comments

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

sand in my shoes

3 days of supreme bliss in goa. did exactly what is my idea of a fun weekend in goa. everything. beer. breezers. diaquiris. sangrias. grilled fish. smoked fish. fries. fruits. apple cinnamon icecreams. flirting with strangers. flirting with non-strangers.

now am back to this bombay. this is exactly how i feel:

Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed,

But I'm home now,

and things still look the same.

I think I'll leave it 'til tomorrow to unpack,

Try to forget for one night that I'm back in my flat.

On the road where the cars never stop going through the night,

To a life where I can't watch the sun set.

I don't have time.

I've still got sand in my shoes,

And I can't shake the thought of you.

I should get on, forget you.

But why would I want to?

I know we said goodbye,

Anything else would have been confused.

But I want to see you again.

Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity,

Should run a bath and then clear up the mess i made before i left here.

Try to remind myself that i was happy here,....

posted by aristera says # 8:27 AM 3 comments

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

why are people so tacky?

Miranda Priestly: ...You have no sense of fashion...

Andy Sachs: I think that depends on...

Miranda Priestly: No, no, that wasn't a question.

posted by aristera says # 2:09 PM 2 comments

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Happy Together

A most poignant and brilliant film. One of the saddest and most complex films I have seen. Wang-Kar-Wai is brilliant. He captures both Buenos Aires and Hong Kong exceptionally well. The nuances are just perfect. A must see.

I thought I was different from Po-Wing. Turns out that lonely people … are all the same.

posted by aristera says # 6:20 PM 3 comments