Hi.
Hmmm... what to write about... Well, let's see - Halloween is coming up next weekend, so why not talk about things that scare...
Ever since I saw my first thriller as a little sixth grader, I've pretty much avoided horror movies. And considering that it was the original Mummy... well it's a classic, but it's not necessarily the worst of the bunch.
And considering it gave me nightmares for a week, well I'm seriously a light weight when it comes to them. Something about the movie with the suspense of not knowing what doom is coming, yet knowing that come it will, wigs me out like nothing else. And the only reason it actually gets worse? The music. If I had to watch it without the music, I think I'd be quite fine actually.
But essentially, horror movies = my ultimate scare.
On the other hand, haunted houses? Let's just stay startling me with a person dressed as a scary person - I'm gonna notice the cool costume. I mean, I think if they upped the ante and really went into the macabre and gore? Yeah, you'll get them.
Otherwise, haunted houses are really the funniest thing in the world for me - people's reactions are great. Which is exactly what I learned last night at my first set of haunted houses. I was greatly amused the entire time ^_^.
So next time? Startle me, you'll get a blink, or possibly a small flinch. Cause the only way to really scare me, is to make me watch a scary movie.
So maybe don't? :D
Happy scaring!
10.25.2015
10.15.2015
Permanent
Hi.
Growing up in a typical Indian household, I was a pretty traditional kid. Of course, there were the small innocuous things I did to rebel - like staying up late, reading romance novels that were forbidden, had my teenager secrets... you know, really small things.
I mean I didn't do things that other Indian kids were doing, like date behind my parents backs, party late nights with alcohol (at least not till college, but only really once I was 21). I was the good girl who went to the temple for festivals, went to Sunday school, got As in school, and my rebellion consisted of teenage angst.
So maybe that's why most people don't expect it when they find out I have a tattoo.
A lot of people ask me if I have a tattoo mostly because they've seen a glimpse of it at first and are curious. And then they ask me what it is. About half of them take the next step and ask what it means.
Now, I am all for sharing, but the reasons for getting my tattoo are personal. I mean it's on my body. My reply is usually a vague response awkwardly deflecting the question.
While the reasoning for what my tattoo is is personal, the reasons for why I got it are less so, but not really an answer I'd share to every person that asks.
I find tattoos can be very beautiful pieces of art - using the natural spread and shape of the body as a canvas to not only create beauty, but enhance the body's beauty (though that isn't always the case of course).
I'm a little too traditional to allow myself to get something like that, but I held onto that aesthetic. So when I got a tattoo, I wanted to emphasize something beautiful about my body.
But of course that isn't the only reason.
Somehow, I think I wanted physical evidence. Of what? Well, that depends.
That means, when I'm with someone, I want something that shows off that I have someone - and that they have me. Evidence of - well, ownership (whether that's a piece of jewelry or a mark of "passion" - discretely placed of course).
In that way, getting the tattoo was a way of proving that I own myself - that my body is mine to control. And that's probably why I'm not as open about people asking after my tattoo.
I mean sure, I do have the prerogative to show it off - I mean it gives me street cred ^_^.
But I like it to be my decision to share, because I'm sharing something of myself. Which of course leads to the awkward explanations on my part.
So of course I'm stuck at how to conclude - so I'll just leave you with this song:
Growing up in a typical Indian household, I was a pretty traditional kid. Of course, there were the small innocuous things I did to rebel - like staying up late, reading romance novels that were forbidden, had my teenager secrets... you know, really small things.
I mean I didn't do things that other Indian kids were doing, like date behind my parents backs, party late nights with alcohol (at least not till college, but only really once I was 21). I was the good girl who went to the temple for festivals, went to Sunday school, got As in school, and my rebellion consisted of teenage angst.
So maybe that's why most people don't expect it when they find out I have a tattoo.
A lot of people ask me if I have a tattoo mostly because they've seen a glimpse of it at first and are curious. And then they ask me what it is. About half of them take the next step and ask what it means.
Now, I am all for sharing, but the reasons for getting my tattoo are personal. I mean it's on my body. My reply is usually a vague response awkwardly deflecting the question.
While the reasoning for what my tattoo is is personal, the reasons for why I got it are less so, but not really an answer I'd share to every person that asks.
I find tattoos can be very beautiful pieces of art - using the natural spread and shape of the body as a canvas to not only create beauty, but enhance the body's beauty (though that isn't always the case of course).
I'm a little too traditional to allow myself to get something like that, but I held onto that aesthetic. So when I got a tattoo, I wanted to emphasize something beautiful about my body.
But of course that isn't the only reason.
Somehow, I think I wanted physical evidence. Of what? Well, that depends.
That means, when I'm with someone, I want something that shows off that I have someone - and that they have me. Evidence of - well, ownership (whether that's a piece of jewelry or a mark of "passion" - discretely placed of course).
In that way, getting the tattoo was a way of proving that I own myself - that my body is mine to control. And that's probably why I'm not as open about people asking after my tattoo.
I mean sure, I do have the prerogative to show it off - I mean it gives me street cred ^_^.
But I like it to be my decision to share, because I'm sharing something of myself. Which of course leads to the awkward explanations on my part.
So of course I'm stuck at how to conclude - so I'll just leave you with this song:
10.10.2015
And I'm back
Hi. Hello. Yello. Hola.
I'm back! I've officially moved (not officially unpacked...) to my new cute downtown Chicago apartment and I'm excited! I mean sure, the past weekend and this I've been stuck unpacking and working and all that... but my new place is more my size and I've got plans to start exploring more - it definitely helps that it's not basically dead outside by 9 or 10pm ^_^.
[potential pictures for sharing on the horizon?]
I'm back! I've officially moved (not officially unpacked...) to my new cute downtown Chicago apartment and I'm excited! I mean sure, the past weekend and this I've been stuck unpacking and working and all that... but my new place is more my size and I've got plans to start exploring more - it definitely helps that it's not basically dead outside by 9 or 10pm ^_^.
[potential pictures for sharing on the horizon?]
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