naan attack

the naans at akbar’s [supposedly one of the best indian restaurants in york] were the size of mini continents! the birthday girl nish ordered four of them to go with our curries and when all four were skewered up and placed on the table, i couldnt even see across the table. awesome food though, i hadnt expected any british restaurant [even one manned by indians] to fire up tastebuds like that; i mean, your staple chicken tikka masala you find in the campus cafeterias or even in the adored M&S somehow is sweeter than it is spicy. so it was quite a fiery surprise to actually perspire after a meal!

and so after devouring the mini continents, i got to discussing supersized…stuff in general with holly online, and it seems that whilest the americans and brits are trying to downsize their meals, macdonalds is advocating more supersizing than ever in japan! Introducing the MegaMac! This 4-patty fellow would take down the puny BigMac anytime:

From: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQp3zM35k80

 

Target audience – aspiring sumos perhaps?

 

the disease to please

recent conversations have inevitably turned into psychoanalytical dialogues, possibly because i like playing therapist sometimes, and am a neurotic mess at other times. anyway, it got me thinking about this disease to please. there is a book by this name, and if i were a diligent, conscientious blogger, i would go search for it on amazon.co.uk right now and insert a link so that anyone reading this post could lazily click on that link if he/she so wished. but im not that diligent blogger, im a lazy, forgetful one and so, it will suffice that there is a book written by someone, costing so much, and it is titled (if i remember correctly) the disease to please.

in a case of the lesser of two evils, how would the disease to please or the disease to…impress compare? i havent really thought this through yet, but it seems im suffering more from the latter, as opposed to the former. and it aint really that healthy. the disease to impress starts young doesnt it? you want that gold star next to your name, you want mom and dad to reward you with that promised $100 if you scored amongst the top five in the class, you want that snooty classmate thumbed down. and it develops into an unhealthy obsession that follows us through life. and i wonder if it isnt even more unhealthy than the disease to please.

hrm. i should think these things through before attempting a blog post.

fake it!

Damn why didnt i think of this – here at Fake Your Space, you can buy new online friends. And hot ones at that!

Feeling unpopular online? Need more ‘friends’ on your facebook (the new friendster for the uninformed), your myspace? More importantly, sick of looking at pictures of geeks in your sad lil profile page? Fret no more! Fake Your Space promises to revolutionise your online life. For just a puny fee of $0.99 per month apparently!

I havent really checked out the site in detail, but i wonder if they would charge extra for these fake friends to write on your facebook wall. Hrm. Or post comments on your myspace blog. Eh, to paraphrase that sweetheart Dwayne said in Little Miss Sunshine, Life is just one big beauty pagean, aint it. You do whatever you can to get your votes, and if that means buying them for $0.99 per month, thats what it takes eh? If you havent watched Little Miss Sunshine, go catch it at a peekvid site near you or, if you are that inclined, get the dvd. Its the kind of show where the lines have an adhesive quality, and they stick around in your head for at least the next couple of days.

Olive: Grandpa, am I pretty?
Grandpa: You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Olive: You’re just saying that.
Grandpa: No! I’m madly in love with you and it’s not because of your brains or your personality.

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Frank: (to emoboy aka Dwayne) Friedrich Nietzsche? You stopped talking because of Friedrich Nietzsche? Far out.

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Yep, the world aint pretty – grandpa could be a regular hardcore porn addict, your car may refuse to change gears, you may have the ugliest plastic glasses ever. And you sense a ‘But’ coming up doncha…muahaha, there is none. Thats just it. So deal, and perhaps, if you’re blessed, you’ll chance upon someone who will love you in spite of your brains and personality.

toxic friendships

theres something about your blog that just really…reallly irks me.

and it brings out such an awful side of me.  it makes me feel juvenile, like the third-grader who secretly wants to steal her best friend’s pencilcase. i cant seem to put my finger on what the irk factor is. because im supposed to like you, im supposed to be interested in your life and im not supposed to feel this all-round animosity when i your blog appears on my screen. so, what is it? is this another toxic friendship, is that what they call it these days?

i cant stop second-guessing your intentions, and it bugs me. toxic friendships make you feel worse about yourself, you feel no goodwill toward the other party any longer, and they bring out the worst in you.  there should be a simple solution – erasing them out of your lives, but you also know that, perhaps, the toxicity lies in you. and theres no way of erasing that.