Monday, 21 January 2013

"Well, do you have any money, dear?"

Yes. That's right.

"Well, do you have any money, dear?"

That was the humiliating question posed to me by my mother, or as my father calls her, my benefactress. I should say he calls her that in between his riotous, hooting gay laughter at my expense over the other end of the telephone.

And the answer to that question was no.

I know. It is pathetic. But is actually not my fault this time! For reasons cannot explain or even quite comprehend but due to circumstances almost entirely out of own control, have not been paid since November 15th. Which has elicited this reaction from me:


 
Consequently, am a pauper, and without benefactress, would be destitute and this would be me in a matter of days:


That's right. I'd be raggedly and poor on the streets like Éponine, wailing about being on my own or similar, stealing from people and being scrappy but lovable tragic hero etc. Except would not die in act of heroism but more likely from starvation owing to fear of being caught stealing. Hmm. Poverty diet on whole new level? Would probably be very thin after few months on streets. Hmm, no, though. See fat homeless people all the time (good shelter food?).




Hmm, what else... ohh, I knowww...

 KATIE'S BIRTHDAY!

In other news, yesterday waaaas only one of the greatest people EVER's birthday, my sister Katie!





Hurrah!! Left her birthday card while I was home that was received, I hear, with TEARS! Ha! Success!! Not sure why tears at birthday cards are my family's united goal every card-holiday, but they are. So in the success meter, mine obviously ranks very highly.

Only sucky part is missing birthday festivities with them. Cannot believe has only been a mere 13 days since Shannon and I came home!

So, to my family, a million of these, courtesy of me via Teresa Giudice:





Speaking of Shannon, I also apparently inadvertently guilted her into calling Ta Ta more often. So this is my special shout out to the lovely Ta Ta, Mom Mom, and Pop Pop down in the big Stratford En-Jay. I do what I can, Ta Ta! Love y'all...








It is snowing in the lamplight outside my window right now and I feel like, since I live in Europe, should do something like make tea and sit in window with book and watch the snow fall. Will probably end up making tea and watching bad reality TV, but it's a good start. See y'all later.



Friday, 11 January 2013

New Years Resolutions

Am safely back in Prague after three week marathon holiday in the States. In this post I shall review the successes and failures of my trip home, as well as my resolutions for the new year.

My Holiday Goals In Review

To begin, I will review the goals of my trip, colourfully highlighted (highlit?) for successes and failures.

1) Spend loads of quality time with Mom, Dad, and Katie. Success!

Soaked up as much family time at home as possible. Lovely hugs and warmth and comfort all in glorious cheerful Christmastime spirit. Only failure was inability to pack them all in Lady Baltimore to bring them home with me.

2) Spend loads of quality time with Yolanda. Success!

My beloved car, a spritely little banged up Scion xA called Yolanda, was finally back in my grasp. Oh, the untold hours we spent, depositing and collecting Shannon, making runs to QuickChek for coffee, driving all over creation with friends for the sake of it, singing at the top of our voices together... I miss her dearly already. Must more seriously investigate shipping her over here. Aleš tells me car insurance is only 5000kč a year! Imagine! 5000kč! That's significantly less than my monthly rent (about $250, for intercontinental readers).

3) Visit Caroline in Montréal. Failure! 

Had every intention of taking a day trip up to ma terre natale (not actually terre natale but at this point who's counting and might as well be anyway) to see Care, but the ends of holidays are always too hectic. In the end was not possible. However I am determined that it shall happen in summer. Would hate to hit the three year mark.

4) Visit Ms Ledford and Dr Donna & Diane. Success! and Failure!

Successfully spent lovely time with Ms Ledford over stemless glass of white wine in the living room I feel I partially grew up in, meeting her new cats and catching up on love and hugs. However, did NOT manage to make it to my old job at the chiro office to see my former boss and co-pilot of the reception desk. Miss them dearly.

5) Mend broken fences namely Sara and Lauren. Success!

Spent wonderful few days in Florida with my sister Sara (and whole family) talking everything through and reconnecting with her on mature adult level with excellent talks and Moscato (did not care for that 'rosé' imposter Moscato at all though). Also rekindled things with my childhood best friend Lauren, whom I missed dearly and was glad to find in best condition of our lives: looking great, sounding great, with her lovely great boyfriend. Also had to walk away very fast at end of night so could not be seen trying not to cry when she told me she still wanted me to be her Man of Honour.

6) See high school friends. Success!

Jen and Tracy and Steph and Danielle and Nikki and Ashley and Kristen plus newer but kindred spirit friend Lea... not everyone I wanted to see, but a decent effort! Had the best time at Sunset Grill, reconnecting with Jen just like we were never apart, and FINALLY duetting with Tracy to Wilson Phillips at karaoke. Feel like that was a life goal achieved. Plus a lovely time at Nikki's NYE Party, during which she may or may not have gone to bed while I was still on the balcony. It's her quirks that make her so loveable, after all.

7) Bring home loads of things from New Jersey. Failure!

Another good intention gone awry. Simply did not have enough room in normal sized suitcase plus Lady Baltimore for foodstuffs and books and other things which would have surely enriched life in Prague. Am however generously equipped with Kindle fire thanks to benefaction of endlessly thoughtful and helpful parents.

8) Explore psyche of 17 year old cousin, mainly for scientific curiosity. Success!

As it turns out, my cousin has turned into quite a fantastic young man. Rather enjoyed his Bay Area laid back attitude and his mature insight. Hope he will visit soon. Did not get as much time as would have liked with Aunt Linda though...

New Years Resolutions

Have never historically been successful with these, so I am going to try combining lofty high minded goals with attainable short term goals in interest of not feeling self-defeated by February.

I WILL:

1) Join gym and obviously lose 3000 pounds in one month (maybe just remove two zeros for purpose of ease [surely attainable?]).
          1a) Lose my 'New Jersey 10' with alacrity (good progress already made in this front owing to poverty diet and stark lack of any delicious things at home).

2) Be diligent about invoices, attendance sheets, timesheets, and similar.

3) Learn how to actually do invoices.

4) Find time to sing as have discovered thanks to time with Yolanda that it greatly improves my mood and generally makes me feel good. Also surely must be type of exercise?

5) Pay all bills on time instead of letting phone, internet, etc be turned off owing to late payment of minimum payments.

6) Try new recipes more frequently instead of falling into dreadful rut of making same successful recipe every night for 3 weeks.

I WILL NOT:

1) Bitch about missing Tandrew, Alice, Meghan, Simona et al but instead invest time into finding new friends (ideally the more permanent variety).

2) Let self become bone idle, lazy, demotivated, or sedentary. Will sit with computer at kitchen table instead of tucked away in bedroom like some sort of elderly recluse on disability.

3) Maintain habit of binging and purging re: blogging, i.e. going for days and days without posting until it all comes to a head and I vomit sixteen topics in one sitting.

4) Be in any way habitually negative or self-pitying as continuation of last two years' resolutions (only resolution which have ever kept).

5) Close self off from opportunities in work, love, or social life. Instead, will extend self more and put self 'out there', as they say, though am unsure and uncomfortable about where exactly 'out there' is. Sounds dangerous.

6)  Lie about my ideas, my life, my thoughts and opinions, or myself to make other people feel better somehow.


That's all for now! Check back soon!

Friday, 14 December 2012

Behind schedule... or on it?

I haven't updated in 'a few days', so I am a little behind schedule... orrr, maybe, since I knew this would happen, am actually on schedule... hrrmm...

But I realise I have a dedicated fanbase now (hello mom and Caroline), so the show must go on. I will try to play some catch-up today, still borrowing from Laura Jane's topics from last month.

What do you think people misunderstand about you most?

I don't look like a very friendly person when my face is just sitting in its neutral position. I look either aloof or unfriendly or judgemental or any number of things which am really not. I make terrible first impressions, as Andrew could tell you, and it's something that happens constantly. I just don't look very nice. So I have to amend this by walking around like a lunatic smiling at passing strangers so the world doesn't think I have an axe to grind against it.

I'm a happy person, I swear.
This is something Laura and I have shared and recognised in each other from the time we met 14 years ago. It is our own personal cross to bear.

Alternatively, I also have a very expressive face when it's actually doing something, so I can almost never successfully hide my emotions. It's written all over my features. If I'm sad, pissed, happy, incredulous, fuming, it shows. Especially if I'm fuming. Which to be honest is easily triggered.

Make this face fairly frequently if being perfectly honest about it.
List ten things you hope to be remembered for.

Hope am not dead anytime soon or anything, but if I was going to kick the bucket, I think the following would be nice to believe I was remember for.
1) My loyalty. I'd never betray anyone and once you've earned my trust, I'll have your back forever. It's even tattooed on my wrist.
2) Being warm. I value warmth in people, so I hope my friends and my family and my students think of me as a warm person.
3) Being strong. I have gone through some thangs in my time and I have come through them like a champ. I hope people would see that.
4) My passion. I only feel things intensely, whether good or bad. In the wise words of modern philosopher and Real Housewife of New Jersey Danielle Staub, 'Love me or hate me, there is no in between with me.'   

5) My excellent, if specific, music taste. I hope at my funeral someday the sounds of Girls Aloud and the Sugababes will blare from the speakers. And if I die before Katie, may they play 'Shame' by Monrose so we could have one last laugh together.

6) Being a good son and brother. My family means everything to me, and I hope in my time here I will always make them proud of me.

7) My fearlessness. I jump into things with both feet in and I am proud of how I have lived my life, learning from my mistakes and forgiving myself for them.

8) Doing something nice. I hope that for every important person in my life, at one point or another done something for them just merely because I love them, and I hope those little moments meant as much to them as they do to me.

9) My future family. Someone special in my life? Kids one day? Hope in my future there's something more to leave behind.

10) My devastating wit. Am not that clever actually, but I'd rather my funeral be filled with laughter from memories than sadness.

That was way too heavy. Hope am not dead soon. Must find cheerier next topic.


What's your favorite part of  your body and why?

 Not my eye, obviously, but startlingly similar colour.

My favourite parts of my body are my eyes. Maybe that sounds cliché but it's not just the dreamy grey-green colour of them, but it's the intensity people say they have behind them. I have heard a stare from my eyes can do a lot of damage and a lot of seduction. Pretty psyched about that. They are forces to be reckoned with. Too bad they can't see for shit without contacts in!

Have other favourite parts of my body too but this is not that sort of blog.


What is your language of love?

Speaking of those other favourite parts of my body, according to my quiz results, my language of love is...

Physical Touch

"A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive."

Well, everybody knows I am a hugger! Yet am never surrounded by fellow huggers. So this one goes out to all the special huggers in my life. You know who you are!

That's all for now y'all! See y'all soon!

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Dear Laura Jane...

This is my open letter birthday card to my flawless roommate Laura Jane, who today is celebrating 'the third anniversary of her 25th birthday.'

We're pretty cute.

Dear Laura Jane,

On your birthday, I would like to tell you some things.

You are all of the following:
 
- A keen container collector.
- An excellent craftswoman. 
- Gorgeous in spite of newfound fear of necessity of anti-aging creams.
- Warm and caring, bitchface notwithstanding.
- Hilarious, particularly when unintentionally.
- Stylish, chic, and classily glamourous. Excepting your fondness for false eyelashes (and my inner gratitude for your inability to apply them to yourself).
- An acclaimed (by some, like me and my Mom) writer and blogger
- A great wit in manner of Oscar Wilde, Dorothy Parker or similar. Or at least Bridget Jones.
- A bright spot in every day.
- The type of friend who never judges, only supports.
- The type of friend who never forgets her friends, no matter how awesome Donut is (and he is admittedly awesome).
- The type of friend you can always lean on, get solid advice from, trust for good matchmaking, and just generally rely on.
- Somebody who never forgets what's important.
- An uplifting presence in everyone's lives.
- One of my very best friends.

LJ, you're the greatest. I hope your birthday is as fantastic as you! I shall do my best to help it along the way.

In conclusion, I offer an 'oath' from one of today's great thinkers and philosophers, Cher Lloyd:
'Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you!'
 
LOVE YOU BAB!
 
<3 Paul-John. Or Peej, depending on your mood and inclination.

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

"Who the hell is on your background image?"

What an excellent question, I'm so glad to have been asked.

This gorgeous face is that of Deana Uppal, second runner up on last summer's Big Brother, British-Indian queen and sweetheart of British nation tbh.

A few words from Deana:


Deana is so surprised and delighted to see you here.


Deana is amused by yet disdainful of your ignorance of her.


Cruel, cruel Big Brother. How dare you ask my Indian princess to eat Spam?


Deana pretending it's difficult to eliminate her competition.


Deana vindicated by the public vote. Adoring fans number in the tens of millions, no doubt.

5 Hobbies

I suppose these are fairly tied in with my 5 Passions, but I will try to diversify. I always struggle when people ask what my hobbies are because anything I can think of makes me sound boring or nerdy or similar. I want to say ''I'm a keen horseback rider and I've recently earned my solo skydiving certification!'' when the answer closest to truth is ''Laying in bed watching videos on youtube.'' Sad, sad.

With that in mind...

1) REALITY TELEVISION
''You're only relevant cos I'm talking to you, bitch!'' - Tami Roman, Basketball Wives

Survivor? Big Brother? Celebrity Big Brother? Real Housewives of Anywhere? Basketball Wives? Any Kind of Wives? There is not a single reality show that I won't give a try, and bonus points if they involve people being calculating, strategic, or downright rude with each other. My dad would classify reality TV as ''Number 86 in the decline of society'' or similar but I merely enjoying peering into the seedy world of backbiting and backstabbing. I like a good drama, so when it's [loosely] based in reality, even better. Ooh, can't wait for Celeb Big Bro to start up again next month.

 Just a little taste of the only Basketball I'll ever be interested in.


2) POLITICS
''On se crache dans les mains et on recommence. [we spit in our hands and we start over]'' - René Lévesque

I am a confirmed political junkie. Sit me in front of C-SPAN or  any terrible 24 hour new network and I will be glued to the screen. Election Day is my favourite holiday, and the election season beforehand elates me. Show me the polls! Who's running where! How many women can we get in the Senate this time! Who's corrupt in the Czech parliament now! Karolína Peake did WHAT?! I swear, it's crack for me. I'm addicted, and I'm not ashamed. I belong in political consultancy. The Bloc Québécois would have never fallen to a measly 4 seats in the Canadian House of Commons under MY watch...

Prime Minister Julia Gillard of Australia giving an amahhhhzing speech labeling the leader of the opposition a sexist and a misogynist. Moments like these are why I love and believe in politics and government. Yesss for feminism on the forefront!!


3) PEOPLE-WATCHING
''People are funny looking.'' - my Dad

This is a family habit of mine, I think. My sisters, my mother, and I love to sit and watch people and especially eavesdrop on other peoples' conversations. My Dad, St. Paul, is not so much interested in listening to other people, but he is interested in looking at them. And his sage conclusion is that they are funny looking. And they are. Just look at them. Go on. Take a minute to look out the window and really stare into some faces. This blog will wait here for you to get back.

See? Told you.

The other great thing about people-watching is when you overhear conversations that are just too good to be true. Like the one Sara and I overheard in St-Maarten between a mother and her daughter. ''RAY-CHEL! Be very careful over there, there's dangerous currents!'' Or just listening to waitresses with strange accents. ''Can I have a Coke?'' ''Shuawuh.'' And I apparently missed one perfect conversation that my family heard in Vermont this past weekend that included the phrase ''the hats and curls club''. Amazing.

The kind of dreadful things you can witness while people-watching on public transportation, for example.


4) TRAVEL
''Not all who wander are lost.'' - J.R.R. Tolkien

Not to go all pretentious-expat-I'm-SO-worldly on you or anything, but I do seriously have some wanderlust. Frankly, I'm kind of amazed that Prague has kept me so long - and doesn't show any signs of letting go of me. I honestly assumed that by now I would have traipsed off somewhere else. But the great thing is that here in the centre of Europe, it's just a hop skip and a jump away to any number of fantastic (fabulous! divine! as Nikki would say) destinations. Traveling has been one of the many perks of living here, and I'm going to let myself be a little smug and report having travelled to one degree or another to 14 (CZ, SK, D, F, FL, A, I, SLO, HR, H, BiH, SRB, MNE, PL) different countries since moving here. Okay, maybe one or two of those I saw for a hot minute, but still, it's another thing to tick off on my list. Favourite places? The ridiculous ones, like Liechtenstein, and the emotional ones, like Italy. And also Budapest. And all of Croatia. And, obviously, Bosnia. And Novi Sad, but only when pronounced in Shannon's voice. And next week, it will become 15 when Shannon and I do Portugal! One night only, limited engagement!

Totally loved this song as a kid. And still do. Inspiration of my wanderlust? Perhaps.


5) MUSIC VIDEOS
''Once again, I bury my head in shame.'' - Monrose, 'Shame'

Maybe this is a copout, but I totally don't care, because I am obsessed with watching music videos. The drama. The overacting. The over enunciated lip-syncing. The dance routines. The astonishingly high or embarrassingly low production values. I love it all. There's nothing more cathartic than sitting down and watching a string of my greatest hits! K-pop and girl bands, of course, are the most important in this category, but I appreciate all good videos. The more melodramatic, the more it takes itself seriously, the better for my amusement.

An example of the sheer melodrama of these three German goddesses, in a song Katie and I know as well as we know our very own souls.

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Pet Peeves

I feel like this is going to be harder and also feels slightly megalomaniacal to sit and rant about things that annoy me. I'm not sure I can even get to 10 given what a positive lovely mood I'm in owing to Lucky Day of yesterday. But I shall endeavour to do my best.

My ten five pet peeves...

1) Chewing sounds
I don't even like my own, but when people chew really noisily I want to scream, vomit, throw things, run away. I sometimes start talking louder and more so that I don't have to hear it. This is an unfortunate pet peeve to have as there seem to be loud chewers whom I love anyway in my life.

2) 'Calm down'
The last thing I want to hear when I am aerated is someone telling me to calm down, or chill out, or relax. It has the exact opposite effect, wherein my face goes red and I'm suddenly bellowing ''CALM DOWN?? HOW DARE YOU!!'' It's just not a good idea. Nothing will frustrate me more.

3) Paul? John? John-Paul? Jean-Paul? JP? PJ?
I don't feel like Paul-John is a terribly hard name to understand, but inevitably, everyone messes it up. I have heard every single variation of my name you could imagine. The worst is that everyone thinks they are clever. 'Ha ha, Pope John Paul!'  'Ha ha, peanut butter and jelly!'  Yes, you're so witty. No one else in my 27 years has ever come up with that. Paul and John are two of the simplest, most common English names, yet when you put them together, they blow minds.

4) Pretentious expats
I'm with Laura Jane on this one. There's nothing so dreadful as an expat who is smug simply because they are an expat. If you have a hipster beard, call yourself a member of the intelligentsia, make sweeping generalisations about Czech people in serious contexts, or if you have ever talked about philosophy over a beer with friends who do the aforementioned things, then congratulations, you're a pretentious expat.

5) Things left in the sink
I'm really pretty reasonable and understanding about what goes on in the flat, and lord knows my room has been a disaster area a time or two (though it is immaculate now and staying that way). But bedrooms are private spaces. You know what's not a private space? The kitchen sink. I don't want to see your food dregs or your soapy dishes for six days. Vom.

I didn't even get more than half way through, y'all. My good mood is insurmountable. Maybe will revisit the topic when cranky.