Sunday, June 15, 2008

I'm a model you know what I mean; when I do my little turn on the catwalk...

I participated in a Flash Mob for fashion magazine about a week ago, in conjunction with LuminaTO. A bunch of ppl wore white and got together to freeze on queue in the middle of Young & Dundas Sq.

This pics and video are up online respectively, so enjoy (and see if you can spot me!):

http://www.fashionmagazine.com/fashion-file/slideshowarticle/514/
http://www.fashionmagazine.com/video/June08/FMFlashMob/



















Me, Care, Kendra and Michelle walking out to Dundas Sq.
(Photo credit: Claudia Hung)

Friday, June 13, 2008

Dream a little dream of me...

Thursday June 12, 2008 will forever be know (in my humble books) as the night I saw **literally** the best stage production thus far in my life.

And to top it off, it was a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Performed by international South Asian performers. In eight (8!) different languages.

I saw it at the Canon Theatre as part of this year's LuminaTO festivities... and wow... it just blew my mind. Having seen a number of productions of the same over the last... say 7 years or so, I went into it thinking "this will be interesting if nothing else" and wondering if some of the subtle nuances would be lost - being that I don't speak Tamil, Malayalam, Sinhalese, Hindi, Bengali, Marathi or Sanskrit.

But again... wow... I was surprised, delighted, entertained and more! To a tee, all of the characters were perfectly cast, and carried out their duties seamlessly, sometimes switching languages mid-sentence. In fact, it was so well executed, at times I actually forgot that it wasn't fully being performed in English. The parts that were performed in the other languages came across very clearly through the use of appropriate tones, gestures and facial expressions, and still managed to be appropriately stern where required, and incite the audience to laughter where it was appropriate.

The set, combined with the talents of the performers provided a visual and aural buffet on which my senses happily feasted. The cloth covered bamboo backdrop provided a playground for the actors to jump, climb and acrobatically manoeuvre around throughout the course of the show. When combined with the over-the-top ropes and silks which were used to varying degrees for climbing, hanging, swinging and reclining, the set came together to provide a fantastic and dream-like setting in which to carry out the lovers' stories.

Another element that this group successfully contributed to the piece was the overt presence of sex on the stage. I assume that most productions shy away from this because Dream is generally thought to be a "family" viewing experience, and sexual content is generally deemed inappropriate for younger and older people. The element of chemistry and passion between the characters - from Lysander and Hermia to Bottom (the tender ass...lol) and Hippolyta - was a necessary addition to this hot-blooded version of one of Shakespeare's finest.

There was so much more that I could literally go on and on and on if I wanted to. Everything about this production was "spot on"... from the South Asian instrumentation (my favourite being the presence of the tassa drum toward the end of the show), to the costume design which seemed to blend the best of South Asian and Western fashions with a touch of haute couture flamboyance, this version of Dream was THE version of Dream.

Recommendation: It's playing in Toronto until Sunday June 15 - go buy your tickets now!

Friday, June 6, 2008

If I hold you tonight...

I don't do well with temptation.
Sometimes, against my better judgment I need to indulge.
And I did.

So once again, I'm back in my deep, dark happy place.
And I'm there with him.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

You make me sick...

Yesterday evening I was enjoying a meal at Spring Rolls (specifically the Mississauga location at the Sussex Centre on Burnhamthorpe)... I was out with some friends for someone's birthday... it was overall and good time, everyone was enjoying themselves.

I had made myself well full from ordering my standard Tango Mango Fish & Shrimp, but decided to split dessert... coconut stick rice with mango... with Kendra because typically when we've ordered this not just from Spring Rolls but from other places, it has always been a delicious and satisfying end to a good meal. Anyways, we had almost made our way through the entire mound of sticky rice when I took my final bite. Pairing it with a piece of mango for what should have been sweet, fruity perfection, I put the combo into my mouth and began chewing. Everything seemed to be going as normal, when I suddenly felt a strange texture mid-chew. Something hard and slightly sharp... quite un-rice or mango-like was inside the food that was presently inside my mouth.

Quite disturbed by this alien texture I was experiencing (and please note, the vast majority of my food consumption habits are based upon texture), I decided to err on the side of poor table manners and remove it from my mouth to examine it.


To my surprise and utter disgust, it was a fingernail. Not
my fingernail. Just a fingernail. A stranger's fingernail was in my hand, after previously being in my mouth. I was almost too disgusted for words, but managed to get out an "oh hellllll no.... I did not just find a fingernail in my food." If you're interested, see below for a photo of said fingernail.

From this point forward I will no longer be a patron of Spring Rolls restaurants in Mississauga or elsewhere. The manager tried to comfort me by assuring me that it could not possibly be the fingernail of one of her staff, but that the fingernail must have been in the bag of rice and she would be speaking with her suppliers. But realistically I don't care where the fingernail originated, I am concerned solely with the fact that there was not only a fingernail in my food, but it was in the food inside my mouth. Someone's fingernail was inside my mouth, and I can't help but think that if I wasn't a slow-chewing eater, I may have swallowed that fingernail without ever knowing.

Fortunately I do know. And I also know that I will never again be giving my hard-earned dollars to the Spring Rolls chain or any of their affiliates. And may I recommend the same for you...

... and if anyone cares to know... having experienced both, I would definitely say fingernail trump
s hair in the disgusting-factor of interesting bodily food finds.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

No need for an attorney, your honour I am guilty...

I'm a soca junkie :)

Unfortunately this past weekend I didn't quite live up to my reputation.

I had to make some last minute adjustments to my long weekend plans as some unforeseen circumstances caused it to become a fiscally conservative weekend.

It was a lot of fun though... girl's/games night, random Irish pub in 'sauga and bowling with a little dominoes thrown in... all in all a good weekend.

But I missed Soca or Die.... "de only fete to last two days" AND I MISSED BOTH! Destra, Faye-Ann, Bunji, Maximus, Tizzy, Nadia, and Kerwin.. I missed them all in order to save some money. I'm a little cheesed... but the situation is out of my hands for now.

But man... this girl [that girl] needs a fix... I have my playlist, my iPod, Soca Therapy... but I'm in need a of a real good fete. My body is aching for blasting soca and no behaviour until 4...5...6am! I'm a soca junkie experiencing withdrawal and it's not pretty.

Tribal Knights had their band launch this weekend @ SOD... While I didn't make it out, I'm really excited because I saw the costume that I'm playing in and it's so pretty! If you're reading this and happen to be interested in playing mas (getting costumed) for Caribana 08 holla in my direction. In the words of Shurwayne: ah cyan wait.

On the real... give me some Machel (that's my one and only true desire) live with a band and I'll be good to go. But until then, any fete will do... like I said, I just need a fix like SLJ in Jungle Fever ;)

Thursday, May 8, 2008

the baggy sweatpants and the reeboks with the straps



Okay so it might be more like a pair of tights and rbks without the straps... but either way, in my mind I'm building up a passionate love affair with Madrid and NYC. They come out in July (above left) and November (above right) respectively, and this girl can't wait to get her not-so-grubby little hands on a pair of each. They'll go well with my Queens, and each will get its own special love and affection from moi :)


Monday, April 28, 2008

She used to be the sweetest girl...

I was going through some of my old papers, and I found a poem that I composed for my writing class in OAC (2002)...

Midnight at the Champagne Room

Touches, soft as silk
Feeling like the sound of nails across a chalkboard
Slow, the music flows out of the box
A million thoughts run through your head
Down, down, like the sinking sensation of drowning and
Up again, quicker now
Fan those pretty little legs across his deep, dark face
Uh, uh, uh, that's a forbidden pleasure
Do not enter
Stay sweet, miss the eyes, with your misty eyes
Wrap it up soon, time flies when you're having fun
Feels like it's never done, but
It will be soon, how much more
Can you take
A drink or two, to incinerate the
Filth of the wealth, of the high life
Get high tonight
Burst a vein, it's time
Shit like this would make anyone insane
Feel the burn
Warm, slow pain
Exit downstage left
Cinderella, time to leave the ball
It's the stroke of
Midnight at The Champagne Room