Written on Fri, 10-10-08

Yikes, this has to be a quick one so I can sneak in between the sheets before midnight.

I survived ending things with my ex. It was long overdue.

I spent the first hour closing my eyes and praying that what he said wouldn’t affect my head.

I spent the next hour and a half messaging Mr. Flirt while I devoured a tub of ice cream.

In between, I wished my twin was around and not with her boyfriend in another state.

The whole evening was horrifyingly bizarre that I didn't really know what to do with myself afterwards, other than run to Mr. Flirt and talking to him seemed like the best thing to do at the exact moment when my self-esteem was least prepared to deal with the throbbing.

When I met my ex- Mr. Bollywood, the one with the anger management problem- I was lonely and bored and getting into a relationship with him just seemed so much better than sitting in front of the TV all night long. It's a vicious catch-22, and I've caught myself in it many times over the years. It seems as though companionship became more important to me than the way I was treated. Sometimes, I would just convince myself that I was making a big deal out of nothing and give it another go. Hope, or at least delusion, springs eternal. And when I ended things today it seemed like quite a relief to be out of that psyching game.

I need a holiday, frankly, and bizarre as it may seem, this is it. Sorry folks, this is all simply an expression of my own escapism, a fleeing from my life. Instead of lazing on a beach or walking through picturesque valleys I'm twiddling letters on a website. Perverse, no? What kind of vacation is that? Well right now I think change will be as good as rest.

What is it I'm looking for today?
What am I lost without?
Sitting despondent in front of my laptop,
Tossing out this painful rubbish?
Ah, don't worry about it, this mood won't stay for long.
Tomorrow is... oh, you know.

That's it for now, anyway. The road ahead is looking awkward indeed. Three more days in ill-fitting drag; sigh, that's not so many.

Last evening, fellow blogger, Meenakshi Reddy- the compulsive confessor, read from her book ‘You are here’, that I think is attention-grabbing and pretty amusing. It was really nice to meet her at the reading and she looked quite fabulous.

To the man who deserves nothing more than this song. Kate Perry sure did say it well- ‘You’re so gay’…

I have to admit that some of the best thinking I do is in the shower. I’m under the impression that maybe our mind works at a higher level during bath time. After all, when suffering from writer's block — or, back in college, when reaching desperately for oral presentation or paper topics — the warm cuddle of steaming hot water has always gotten those creative juices flowing again. Is it possible to control and channel the invigorating powers of showering in a new way, possibly to increase comprehension, ingenuity and knowledge? Perhaps so. Which is why I think everyone needs to have a 30 minute long shower if not an hour to make ourselves inventive and resourceful breathing entities. If your vocabulary levels are already outstanding, how about picking up a new language?
I stumbled upon this track by Virginia Coalition the other day. And for some reason today I’m supremely frustrated with life {I actually know the reason. I’m still waiting on my travel agent to come through with my tickets to Dimapur}. Once again the EC series is comprised of the best tunes I’ve heard this year. Yes I have a lot of free time. Yes I listen to a lot of music and no I don’t have time to listen to every single track that was online during the past thirty days. In my opinion, this track is brilliant and just what I need to beat the crappy mood.

And that, my friends, is today’s post. As always, any one-sentence questions or comments you might have can be left in the comments sections below. Even if you’re assuring me that I’m not the only person who thinks that Season 3 of Heroes sucks ass.

This new show ‘The Life & Times of Tim’ is a must-watch! Catch some of the clips here.
Enjoy the music and tell your friends. Here’s ‘Sing Along’.

I truly am the world’s worst blogger. However, I’m quickly becoming the world’s best employee. It's nice, to have a job from which I can come home and do nothing. I walk out my workplace, and the place ceases to exist until the next morning. I love it. Until the next morning, that is. I don’t love that it makes it harder to find time with Mr. Flirt, who’s usually busy when I get off work. He spent most of his time, this past week, asking me if I was alive. It’s funny; after months we are still utterly unable to have a complete, coherent phone conversation. We suck at it. He called me sometime back and listening to our conversations you’d think I’d never have spoken to a boy before. After we hang up I’d immediately think of lots of fun things to discuss. I hate the friggin phone. I have, however, come to love texting. I love how punctuations and words typed a certain way can tell you so much about the person.

Health has been on my mind for weightier reasons than too-tight tops that are starting to show my very obvious tummy bulge; I turned 25 recently. While 24 allowed me to evade the issue in my head, there’s no denying it now: I’m in my MID TWENTIES. 30 – gasp – is just around the corner. Yes, I know, 30 is the new 20, blah blah blah. I don’t feel bad about aging in general. There are only two milestones I have yet to meet on my very vague life plan, albeit big ones: to meet someone strikingly marvelous, and to own a Victorian house. I’m hard at work on the former, and hoping that might enable the latter, although after many years of staying with folks I’d be willing to settle for a rickety little house as long as I can paint the walls anything other than white. Other than that, I have a healthy appetite, a great job, a masters and a great bunch of friends. I think it’s going ok, but I reserve the right to freak the fuck out on Mondays, regardless.

Behold! Eve raves unabated, and in the wake of her weekly excitement, she is left with no recourse but to unleash some of the best tunes here today!! Tremble, ye mortals, for the streetwise devourer of melody hath commanded you, reader, to click on the player below that will generate which man doth call Music!

So it is written… So it shall be done!!!

That’s right, I’m posting a track of Detroit’s ‘Black Gold’ and you’ll love every second of it. You’re welcome by the way. I like this track because it’s laid back. It’s one of those rare songs that’s soothing as well as dance worthy. Everyone just chill out and listen to the bubble bursting.

Oh and if you have any questions, comments, or just want to talk about what an outrightly pretty post I've put up, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me an email.

Sad Tale of Online Dating

I need the internet. Well, for one, its part of my everyday working life. After work, I get to check my mail, chat with friends I don’t see too often and generally catch up on new updates. The internet brings you in contact with so many folks, so what if you decide that you are going to meet some of them? Yeah, a mistake made, regretted and moved on from.

I had met two people online; both were without doubt exciting experiences! Enter Mr. Bollywood and Mr. Lying Scoundrel.

Mr. Bollywood looked like one of those suave heroes out of some movie. He was a charming, older man who seduced me in real life with his bad boy attitude and flowery language. After talking to him for a while online, I agreed to meet him. He turned out to be quite consistent with his online personality. Except that he had an anger management issue. But I was attracted to who I met and ended up having a short-lived but passionate relationship. Until I realized I had had enough of the verbal mistreatment and I dumped him online. You start some place you’re bound to end back there again. While our brief romance did end quite soon we still remain very good friends.

Mr. Lying Scoundrel was a very different experience. We met when I was on the rebound. We had been exchanging messages for a few weeks and shared pictures. The date finally happened and… I met a very different person. Instead of the slightly tall, cute haired bloke in the photos I had seen, I was greeted by the exact opposite. I admit I’m a bit superficial but seeing him in reality, I was instantly turned off and was now wondering what I could do with him. I had decided that even though I was no longer interested, it didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends for an hour or two. So I sat through the date talking about myself. And while we never kept in touch after that day it was quite the nicest date I’ve ever had. I came away from these experiences with the thought that that was what the internet was all about. It gives us the space to pretend to be who we want to be. It also allows us to escape from our own reality and enter someone else’s. Unfortunately, two different realities rarely get along well. I don’t know if I will ever meet anyone from the internet in real life again. If I do, I’ll remember that no matter how much I chat with someone I’ll never really know who’s on the other side of the screen.
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Oh come on! It’s a National Holiday! You can’t really expect me to review stuff tonight, can you?

Just for the sake of tradition, though…

Here’s what I picked up this week…

I have sought only to serve the fans what meager offerings I could find. A lot of the tracks this time around are of the slow burn variety. They’re steady, consistent, and they get better the longer you listen to them. This is one of those tracks. A perfect tune for the start of rainy October. Enjoy the track below titled ‘You in a Song’ by Jason Reeves. I’ve done all I could to bring you only that which is worthy of your precious time. If you’d like to peruse through his other tracks, click this link and you will be magically taken to his My Space page.

And that’s all I got for you today. As always, feel free to discuss whatever you’d like from this week’s haul in the comments section, but there’s a bottle of vodka a-callin’ my name from the kitchen and after that, I plan on doing some serious sleeping in, to celebrate the fact that I’m not working on a Thursday.

Tomorrow, however… it begins again.

Oh and Eid Mubarak!

P:S: Rupa Gulab does have a blog. http://satiricalcitizen.blogspot.com/ (Brought to my attention by good ‘ol Bluesy Blues)

And updating the Buckley blog. Do check it out.

Girl Alone and More on My T-Shirt Idea

Okay, I don’t know if you guys know this or anything, but apparently, kids today are into these things called “blogs” where they go online and talk about stuff. You ask me, it’ll never catch on.

Clearly, I’m in a kidding sort of mood tonight.

Anyway, I’ve mentioned my affection for the book ‘Girl Alone’ sometime back here on EC, and I wish Rupa Gulab had a blog or something. The book is pretty good, if you’re in the mood for some really casual reading. And while I don’t think it’s in danger of being dethroned anytime soon, fellow blogger Meenakshi Reddy’s book ‘You are here’ seems awfully similar to this one. Still, both books are a pretty enjoyable way to knock out an hour or two.

In ‘Girl Alone’, our main character, Arti (also the main character of ‘You are here’), is the terribly smart and occasionally petulant girl that seems terribly familiar. There’s some nice character moments for her that see her feeling bad about her flaws and trying to be a better person. It’s zippy and entertaining, and Gulab’s art is highly parallel to that of Miss Reddy’s, but with an entirely different style of easy-to-read faces that really do a great job of bringing it to life.

When it comes to t-shirts, I’ve always been a fan of the slightly more plain t-shirts with logos on them and I’ve got to say thank you to the few who gave a shout of approval for the idea. In fact, I’m starting to think my Apparel section scheme might be making a turn for the better! Maybe this is where it all comes together and I’d start getting interesting designs that make sense.

Wednesday night like every other night belongs to the music played here on EC. In this post I'm going to abandon my usual method of band introduction and assure you that there’s only one thing I take seriously around here.

Because music is serious business. And that’s the foundation upon which the Internet’s Most Remorselessly Savage Music Blogs are based on.

And that’s the week. As usual, blah blah blah, comments and questions about anything I write are welcome- or an urge to discuss how Eveline is quietly becoming one of the best writers in the industry, feel free to drop in a line.

Just a friendly reminder for those of you who might’ve missed it: Heroes is out, well in the US. But thanks to The Pirate Bay, I’ve got the latest episodes to one of the most addictive series out there. And that, for the record, makes someone like this happy.

To SwB, Happy Belated Birthday

To Abhi, It’s about time you got here.

Here's Lacuna Coil with 'Closer'