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Endangering My Sanity

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Dear peeps,

 

I am about to give you important life-advice, and trust me when I tell you: I am a pro.

Not because I am a pro at life, but because I am a pro at failing at life.

So here is a list of things you shouldn’t do. Also, excuse me, since I am in a state of seeing red right now, so my wording may seem less fairy-like than usual.

and pls dont ask how wording can be fairy like. srsly. not today.

Right, lemme start the list:

  • Don’t replace your laptop with a tablet. Specifically, don’t replace your beautiful, lovely, all-powerful laptop with a hideous, useless, stupid, good for squat SAMSUNG GALAXY TABLET or whatever it is that I spent ALL my savings on.

  • Don’t listen to the girl at the electronics store who is thrilled that suckers like you have no clue what they’re doing and will gladly buy all the pieces of crap none of the normal people wanted.

  • Dont be surprised when editing photos, watching videos, even creating a simple Word or Powerpoint document proves to be nigh impossible on your new Samsung Galaxy Tablet that you bought with all your savings.

Please help me.

  • Don’t have high expectations when it comes to the bluetooth keyboard you paid for specifically to not have to type everything on the touch screen, because it will probably decide to not work for no reason other than it didn’t feel like it. No, it didn’t come with a charger or batteries. And no, I didn’t spill anything on it or drop it.

dont we all just luvvvv inspirational quotes

  • Don’t rant about your broken keyboard and / or shitty tablet on the internet, because who the hell wants to read something that negative anyway?

Wait…ok yeah I see it now. Sorry. I’ll stop.

So, learn from my mistakes, and just get the laptop. You have been warned. I’m gonna go cry now.

 

Cheers,

Penny

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Guilty Pleasure: Bollywood

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Dear peeps,

 

Let me tell you the story of eight-year-old me:

One day, my dad came home having made the decision that our entire family would go through a four year Bollywood craze. So we did.

We watched Bollywood films, we listened to Bollywood music – we sang Bollywood music, we danced to Bollywood music. We ate Indian food, went to Indian festivals, we even took a three week trip to India. My dad learned to play the tablas. All of us owned multiple traditional Indian outfits. I wore mine to school.

this was going to be my wedding someday.

this was going to be my wedding someday.

And then, for whatever reason, it sort if stopped. We returned to being normal (*cough*) citizens who lead uninteresting, normal lives. (jk, that was the beginning of the baseball thing.)

However, since about a third of my childhood consisted largely of Bollywood, I have never been quite able to erase that from my being, leading us to my guilty pleasure:

Re-watching all the most awesomely choreographed and/or heart-breaking scenes from my favorite movies over and over again. By myself. Crying. Or singing. Or both.

(This post may or may not be inspired by one such episode.)

So, judge if you will, but for anyone who wants to join me, here is a short list of my all-time favorite Bollywood flicks:

  1. Main Hoon Na
  2. Kal Ho Na Ho
  3. Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham

Just watch those three. Trust me.

And be sure to let me know when you’re having emotional breakdowns. :D

 

Cheers,

Penny

Band of Brothers – more time-travelling, yay!

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Hi peeps,

 

I was just talking about how I seem to have travelled to a land of a different age (Ticino, no wifi, you may remember), but who would’ve thought that I would delve into yet another magical realm?

Now, perhaps some of you share my deep fascination with historical happenings, and even if you don’t, there must at least be a certain appreciation for the soldiers and the fighting of World War II (all wars, really).

Regardless; Last Christmas, I found myself watching the BBC series “Band of Brothers” (based on the book) as if my life depended on it. I finished it in one day, and then started right over and watched it all again. It was the first time I had really gotten into it, and there was no going back.

(For those who don’t know: “Band of Brothers” is about Easy Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne in World War II. They were the guys who invaded the Normandy on D-Day, June 6th. For those who don’t know what that means: Wikipedia.)

I then proceeded to binge-watch every WWII movie I could find – Schindler’s List, The Pianist, Saving Private Ryan, and the like – and simultaneously consuming pages and pages of Wikipedia articles – basically just reading, watching, and crying all week. #timeofmylife

at one point i think i was actually crying while explaining to my brother why he absolutely had to do the same – he didn’t seem convinced…for some reason

Well, having just recently been exposed to “La Vita E Bella”, as well as having a surviving Jew visit our school and recount his experience of the war, I decided that a little mid-summer depression would be appropriate, which is what has gotten me where I am now.

I have started reading the book “Band of Brothers”.

And by “started”, I mean I’m half way through and I’ve cried twice, the rest of the time just basking in the bad-ass.

Being close to eighteen years old, this book is making a huge impression. It would at any age, really, but let me explain why:

Most of the enlisted men were only slightly older than all of my guy friends – some the same age – so after watching the series, all I could do in class was sit there, envisioning horrible, tragic deaths for all of my male classmates, bringing myself close to tears (all while in complete silence). I must have looked *mildly* insane, actually.

*look normal*

Reading the book is of course bringing all of these thoughts and emotions back.

So, the sun shines and the flowers bloom and I sit beside a sparkling lake, with mountains in the distance and happy, chattering people surrounding me.

While reading about the terrors of WWII.

And it’s AWESOME.

It brings these people all back to life, and it makes you realize how important all those individual men were, and at the same time, how small you, one person, really are. All of those young men – almost still children, really – deserve to be remembered.

Anywho, this has turned into a bit of a ramble, but I needed to share this with you. You get it, surely.

Come join me in my glorious haze of emotions!

 

Cheers,

Penny