The man I love

Well, not literally...actually literally...whatever that is. I love this man. Not in a lovey-dovey -scluvey way...my inspiration and my role-model, looking absolutely wonderful in this picture by Ilona Lieberman.
Noah Baumbach and Wes Anderson

Have mercy, Dr. Mercer!

I don't like the conventional romcoms...boy meets girl - love - circumstances - blah - blah - happily ever after...etc.etc. Pretty Woman, When Harry Met Sally, Splash, Four Weddings And A Funeral, and in recent times, the likes of 27 Dresses (eeeugh!) are sooo not my cup of tea. But I like movies that are a little different.

Which is why I love Something's Gotta Give

Its about two "mature" individuals, Erica, aged 56, a famous playwright and Harry, aged 63, a record company owner and how, despite being poles apart, find love in each others company.

I love Diane Keaton. And I absolutely love Erica. She's everything I wanna be (oh and being uptight at 56 is not a bad thing. Better than a middle-aged hippie any day).

But its not Erica/Diane that keeps me hooked even when I'm watching it for like the 75th time. Its not even brilliant actor/fellow taurean Jack Nicholson.

Its Keanu Reeves's Dr. Julian Mercer...Harry's 36 year old doctor, Erica's big fan and eventual boyfriend who eventually gets dumped for three-time Academy Award-winning Lothario.

I'm in love.

Julian is just about perfect.

Here's why:
-He's 36. Oooh yeah!
-His name is Julian. Now that's a name. Ever since those Famous Five days, I've been fascinated with the name Julian (Dick...er...not so much) in an Importance Of Being Earnest-esque fashion.
-He's a doctor. Just like Noah Wyle, George "Gorgeous" Clooney, John Stamos, Patrick Dempsey and others...(man, what kind of a sad, sad, sad hospital do I keep visiting?)
Okay, now seriously:
-He's a big fan of a playwright: read: intellectual, interesting, witty, smart, literary, artistic.
-He likes Erica just as she is. Not younger or less wrinkly or less turtleneck-y
-WITTY: (showing adorable bouquet)"These are for you to give me when you apologize"
-Age-scmage...Mr. Awesome is above it all.
-Her uptightness and other flaws do not bother him. Aww.
-Is not a/an alcoholic, workaholic, sexaholic, commitment-phobic, peeping tom, megalomaniac, emotional fuckwit, or pervert. Bridget Jones approves.
-He understands her and respects her for who she is
-He's Keanu Reeves. 'nuff said.

The one thing I hate about the movie is the fact that Erica chooses Harry over Julian. If I were Erica, I would never, ever do that (and no, it has nothing to do with the casting of a certain Canadian-American actor)

In short, please gift wrap the following and send me the same before my birthday.


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6 days to Dubai

Saw lizard. Started screaming. Dad started screaming at me. He says "Its stupid and illogical"

Uh, there's a reason why its called irrational fear.

If it made sense, it wouldn't be called "irrational" now, would it?

Sheesh.

T'Sucks.

Being completely awesome!

I am so over good ol' watsisname...I mean I must be...it can't be a false alarm again (as they say, 34th time lucky)

Must give out thank-you's:

Henry Cavill, for being the gorgeous hunk that you are! I'm so happy everything pales in comparison

Alex Skarsgard, the lean mean Swede machine...oooh thanks for the vampyre-y delights

Wes Anderson, thank you for Fantastic Mr. Fox and for reminding me what's important in life.

Ol' Watsisname, thanks for being the supreme idiot that you are.


<3's

Oh and BTW...

...Fall IN Earth is not a mistake.

1. I'm an Earth sign, and this is my fall...changes everywhere...things are gonna get tougher before they get better... Its Autumn in this Earth...

2. I refuse to have Jimmy Fallon's last name in my blog url

Project Pina Coladas

One of my secret fantasies is to be a bartender...hence appreciate Shatbhi Basu, India's most famous Mixologist. We have a lot of things in common:
-Curly hair
-Portly body
-Culture (both bengali)
She'd be my idol if she wasn't so darn irritating...
Also appreciate the fact that she travels all over the world, meeting bartenders and sharing recipes. You heard me. Bartenders. Bartending. Alcoholic Heaven.

Greatly inspired by said person, I shall now embark on a journey towards making a wonderful glass of Pina Colada. I went shopping. Found almost nothing.

Dude called God likes to make it challenging.

Challenge accepted.


P.S. Angry @ Mr. Certain Someone: loser, dumdum, moron!

Ah...the sad, sad tale of love that is not supposed to be love (or sad, for that matter)

Ah! Haven't had contact w/ Mr. Certain Someone for a while now...feeling highly unproductive, lazy, uninspired and really, really, really STUPID!

This is not me. I'm doing things I vowed never to do. Well didn't literally vow...but you get the point...

I do NOT obsess over human beans that I know in real life...such treatment reserved for v. hot, famous, exotic men w/sexy accents.

I do NOT day dream in Future Missus* fashion

I do NOT listen to cutesy-pie Boyband songs about love, love and love. And I def. do NOT put these songs on repeat. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no....

I do NOT blush.

I do NOT like watching overtly affectionate couples walking down the street, holding hands.

I do NOT choose fave flower w.r.t wedding decorations.

I do NOT think of wedding decorations.

I do NOT think of weddings.

I hate myself as of now...I also hate the fact that haven't heard from/about watsisname...but then I hate myself for hating that.

In short, I hate myself.

T'sucks.


*(i.e. a girl whose sole aim in life is to get married)

Good Morning (evening, actually) Bridget Jones v.2.0.0 is here

Returned home from new abode/hell/hostel with certain aims in mind:

#1 Shall read classics such as Pride And Prejudice, Emma, Wurthuring Heights, Jane Eyre etc.etc. that have avoided, till date on the account of being an Anti-Romantic.

#2 Will write great plays that shall attract audience from all over the world. Wes Anderson in particular.

#3 Shall not obsess about Mr. Certain Someone anymore.

#4 Shall lead healthy, guilt-free life.


However,

A. Bought Bridget Jones's Diary: The Edge Of Reason (book) instead. Do not regret said decision.

B. Have written nothing

C. Have turned into a sad, sad fan-girly type person. :(

D. Transformed into a self-loathing slob.

Have decided to keep online journal, Bridget Jones style. Of course, have no intentions of actually turning into Bridget Jones as she represents everything that I don't wanna be. Ever. Still. She had Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver drooling all over her...is being another Bridget Jones really such a bad thing?