Sunday, December 26, 2010

Hidden Smiles

IT promised to come. And so it did. Not with the grandest of arrangements, but still pleasant enough. It fell with grace, with all its confetti life drops, white, white as snow should be, and it was - beautiful snow.
I never romanticized the winter; I never desired snow, the freezing weather, and the icy paths that always scare me. It is too much of a threat, falling and slipping and then what…pain and cold just is not a good combination. Neither are 3 inch heels against frozen roads, so my tiptoed steps are just way too risky and the falling snow is nothing but an unneeded luxury.
But something happened today. The MTA can only take me so far during my commute, and the rest of it is just consists of long walks full of random thoughts, random interruptions by homeless people and traffic patrols who take their job more seriously than needed. When I stepped out to the road full of the colorful hat and expensive coat wearing crowd, the snow was already falling in monsoon speed. Sticking to the ground, sticking to my coat, my hand, my eyelids, the top of my nose, my bottom lip…the snow now wanted to confront me, for years of neglect, for years of discrimination that I have showed against it, there was no way I could escape the sore cold topic that day, so I surrendered. I guess I had to face her some day. Today was the day.
So I reminisced my first snow in the West… North London, 1995. I had heard so many great stories about “the first snow,” mine, was also one of them, or could be if I colored it up with enough awe and fervor. I was younger, less afraid of slipping, early kiddy enthusiasm was hard to beat, and my younger cousins were these tiny cute things who would follow me around wherever I went. We rolled around the snow, went to a play ground and got on the swing and pushed each other harder and faster till we would fall off, giggling and shivering. We attempted to make a snow man with our amateur south-east Asian hands, and gave up and had a snow fight. But for some reason for me it just was not quite the same as getting soaking wet in rooftops during monsoon rains, so every time someone mentioned snow and its beauty I would argue and bring up rain and its exoticness.
So I conversed with today's snow. I told her I gave her a fair chance, I did my share of the “first time” experience, my first snow man, my 20th snow fight, even have sacrificed gloves and hats to her, I told her it's okay if she is not loved by all, most love her and that should be good enough. I told her to move on, to ignore me, to not decorate my black coat with all her star like white sparkles. But she was persistent, falling harder like Bengali rain, creating a glow all around, a holy glow, one of those dream like haziness, and I looked around and saw everyone smiling even through they were covered with snow, an inner child had awoke in every man and every woman as if, the magic of snow as others would say it.
But I am a girl from the land of mud, not slippery white slopes, but she still followed me, all the way home, my chin now frozen from the cold, my hair white on black, I ran in, shut the door, rushed to the room to shake it all off, but before I could do so, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my red face, my white snowy body, gleaming, and there it was, a smile on my snow covered lips, smiling without even knowing I was, and I felt shy, and smiled again looking out to find her outside my window still pouring.
So she won. I lost, and I am looking forward to our next fight, especially the sweet ends with hidden smiles.

Pic taken in 2009 with my best friend Pian Kazi

Friday, December 24, 2010

Happy Holidays!

Have a Merry and Safe Christmas. Happy Holidays to all!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Swap Post!

I tok part in the 20sb blog swap and here's my partner's post. Enjoy!

I've never done one of these before so I have no idea what to write. The topic we were given is about something we want to do in 2011 that we didn't do in 2010. Stop being such a procrastinator! It's taken me 5 minutes to write this paragraph.
Only because Promised Land is on TV. I LOVE this show, and wish they would put it on DVD. Along with Judging Amy.... also not on DVD. Two great shows that should have never went off the air.
OK so I do not own this blog. Over at 20sb we had a mega blog swap and today was supposed to be the day to post and swap your blogs. Again... its 6 pm here and I'm just now getting to it. Along with the fact that I've been trying to write in my own blog for who knows how long all week and haven't done so.....
Anyways, I am Holly, I live on the West Coast (Of Wisconsin) on French Island. It really is an island, completely surrounded by water with two ways to get here by car and only one on foot, and several by boat. We have Lake Onalaska to the north, the Black River to the east, the La Crosse River to the south, and the Mississippi River to the west. One bridge to town on the freeway and one bridge to town from the city of La Crosse. It's pretty fun.
We live in what we call the apartment trailer park. This block we live on is all apartment buildings, they all look alike and they're all lined up like trailers. Believe it or not, its crazily quiet in these parts, everyone is pretty friendly, and we have 4 bars within walking distance, our own police and fire departments, our own town government, about 1700 people total, and some crazies on this block. We fit in well ;)
Sooo.... what's something(s) I want to do in 2011 that I didn't do in 2010.... hmmm.... I did something just a few weeks ago that was on my bucket list... I rode the Amtrak for the first time... and I'm doing it again in a couple days to go home for Christmas.
One thing I really want to do is finish the book I've been working on. I started it in 2004 and just figured out how to end it. The problem is my computer has crashed on me three times and deleted everything I've had, but I had it all printed. I'm thinking about making it a trilogy, with the first and third books in third person point of view and the second one in first person. I also wrote a book when I was 17, but it's cheesy because I was 17. I let my English Composition instructor read it this term and she loved it, she said I knew how to pace the action just perfect to keep her on the edge of her seat the whole time. That was cool to hear.
OK, for now thats all... I guess thats what I want to work on... along with finding a job....

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

Thanks for the memories!

This past Monday was my last day at QC. I never thought it would be as tough as it has turned out to be. When I transferred there from another school I never thought I'd be so attached to the school, the faculty, the friends. Then again, I am always wrong when it comes to these things... I should have known this was coming. Thanks for the memories guys! F loves you all!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Weekend Recap

This past Sunday I threw a surprise bridal shower for my best friend Pian. It was a small intimate gathering with a few friends. There was a lot of food, games, and a ton of fun. Thanks to all the ladies who came by on such a short notice!

I will post some photos up once this dreadful final week is over!

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Holiday Gift Guide

City Vibe Chocolate Gift Set
Bobbi Brown Beauty Rules

The Bubbles and Turquoise Bird Lariat
Bar Soap Sampler Box
Kebaya Mug

One of my friends asked me to help her pick out some gifts for her so I complied a list for her. I decided to post it on this blog too in hopes it can help some of you in your last minute shopping for your best friend, mom, sister, aunt or even a teacher.

P.S This gift guide also doubles as my wish list! I wouldn't mind some of these in my stocking ;)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

"Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground"

John Lennon

P.S I put this picture up only for my friend Pratima. I know she'll love it!

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Monday, December 6, 2010

I am in love...

How gorgeous are these Anthropologie aprons? My favorite is the top one and the bottom one. i wouldn't mind one (or two) for Christmas ;).

By the way my first job ever was at Anthropologie! Needless to say whatever I earned working there for 4 months was spent at the store itself. Oh good times....really good times!