Jingle Those Bells

I sit here, in all of my profound glory, eating leftover pork-fried rice from a staff party out of a steaming plastic bag (yes, plastic) and a cup of warm green tea. That, my friends, is the beauty of having a boss and staff who are Chinese.

I remember on my ride home I had so much to write about, the ideas were all just buzzing in my mind, but at the moment they all have seemed to disappear. I listened to a chorus performing today, and for some reason, I was laughing. Like pure laughter was escaping from my lips as I watched to uncomfortable teenagers sing in front of half of my school body. I was giggling for most of the time, and I like choruses. Guess I'll never know the answer to that one.

A couple of months ago I came across this quirky French band known as Dionysos. It's an incredibly talented group of musicians that get their eccentric flair through the works of Tim Burton, for their latest album La Mécanique du Cœur (The Mechanics of the Heart) is based on a book by the band's lead vocalist Mathias Malzieu. It's a very...fantastical album, not really based on reality so much as something Tim Burton-esque. It just is what it is.

There's this part of the song La Berceuse Hip Hop du Docteur Madeleine that goes "You mean without sex? I mean without passion."
But Mathias comes out as saying weezout sex. I love the French.


My holidays consist of frequent visits with family most of the time, yet this year a lot of them are visiting India, not that I am complaining. I am such a sucker for a day with just myself. Peace mends me well, and I find that life this year is just going as it was meant to go. No true or specified path, just the way it is supposed to go.

I am not sure if I believe in fate or not, or even destiny. I mean, sure, you met the woman you are currently in love with because the exact moment the two of you met in that dirty college gymnasium was right after her volleyball game and before your swim meet. It all worked out perfectly, until the moment you realized you were in love with her. Contradicting? Seems so, especially considering the fact that fate just does not exist in my eyes. You take a hold of your life, do you not? Your supposed "plan" that was mapped out by some unearthly being is never set, you decide on what you want to do. I am not contesting or refuting religion, it's as simple as saying peanut butter is made from just that: peanuts. We are our lives, no one else can control them.

Unless you have independence issues. Then that's a different story.

Seeing as my eyes as just about to lock themselves shut for the night, I'm going to bed. Oh, and what do you know? It's Christmas Eve.

Get Back in my Life

These days are passing by in a blur and I feel my teenage adolescence speeding away like a freight train with no final destination. Just looming in the distance, while others have some sort of goal, some place that they wish to be. While I, hazed by the gloominess of winter and loss of some valued relationships, am floating in the air. Free from troubles, yes. Yet I could say that I am searching for troubles. I need something to make me want my conscious to speak to me. To tell me: No. That's wrong. Yet what mischief can Rucha cause with just me, myself, and I?

I feel like my goal will appear some day. It has to, right? I mean, that's why we are here. To go on and overcome those fears, to endure great feats of mental and physical anguish, to spread our thoughts and feelings and...love to our surroundings. It should become clear eventually. I am just waiting on it to dawn on me.

I want to live for something. 

So, what do I want to "Get Back in my Life?" I have abso-toot-ley no idea. Désolé, mes chéries. Maybe one day, I will learn all about fulfilling dreams, and I will let you know.


On the less pessimistic and brighter side, I have quite an exciting event coming up. With one of my close friends I will be visiting NYC in less than a week. I simply love the city in the wintertime. I remember as a child I went there with my parents and all I could remember was ice-skating near the Rockefeller tree and having frost-bitten fingers and toes. It was quite the night. 

The city gives me some sort of hope, and like Alicia says..."A concrete jungle where dreams are made of." Is my dream nestled in New York? I am trying to figure that, and several other things out these days. Hopefully my long To-Do list will be all checked off by this summer, at least. 


Then, I will have my Bucket List to finish. Joy!


Enjoy the festivities. ♥

Trust-Busting and Sickness

Sickness and winter are intertwined. I always manage to fall sick two or three times, causing me to miss at least a good five days of school every winter, for as long as I could remember. Today was a half day, no big deal, yet I still feel uncomfortable sitting at home right now, knowing I'm possibly missing a physics demonstration on linear momentum and collision. It's quite sad, actually.

I was writing my evaluation of Theodore Roosevelt last night, at the eleventh hour as per usual. I actually managed to finish quite early, around 11:00, then I took a shower. That was seriously a mistake on my part, because I went to bed at half past midnight, after studying for a Francais quiz. Too bad I missed that! Anywho, Roosevelt was renowned around the nation for being one who "busts trusts," in other words, he hated big businesses and did anything to take them down. Hoorah Teddy for supporting the rights of a common man. You are officially my hero.

I love the feeling of not being able to breathe through my left nostril. The right is fine, no worries. Just the left, because it feels like not working thanks to my congestion. I also adore that feeling you have when you are trying really really hard to sneeze, but you can't. Isn't that just awesome?

Sickness makes me sarcastic.

Saaaaave me. J'adore looking half disgusting and half incompetent.

Maybe it's time for some new Uggs this holiday season? Things I need this winter (to actually be able to make it through)...

Ugg- Dakota

Who doesn't love some hot chocolate?

Pumpkin-Ginger Pie. Oh my lord.

So, that's my fix for today. Laa-di-dum, I think I feel a song belting coming along, because I am listening to the soundtrack of In The Heights. No me diga!


Please please do not get sick like me and enjoy this wintry wonderland for the weekend!