Reviving this blog

Ok, I haven't been paying attention to this blog. Mainly because I don't have much of readers. or lurkers don't take time to comment.

But come to think of it, this would be a good outlet for the less popular writings that I want to spare the people back in multiply. such as my rantings.

First thing. I need a life.

I need to spend more time going out, meeting new people, and less time cooped up in this office/house tinkering with stuff online.

Since after Valentine's day, I have a bunch of time in my hands-- the time I used to spend in a bubble with he-who-shall-not-be-named. And thanks to all who tried to cheer me up. I am so much better now. Not really heart-broken anymore, more of lost... or bored.

I tried learning how to use the manual mode of my camera- something I've put off for a while now. Well I got better at it. Then I got bored. I cleaned my room and my closet and washed all our curtains. I created a new multiply account and moved a bunch of blogs and photos. I also tried fangirling (which I realized I suck at). But I need to do more of the things girls my age should be doing (like be in serious and healthy relationships?).

uh-oh

Unforgettable House lines

So we were sharing favorite quotes from House last night and I remembered this one:

Stacy: "Our relationship is like an addiction. It's— like—"
House: "Really good drugs?"
Stacy: "No, it's like— vindaloo curry."
House: "Ok, sure—"
Stacy: "Really, really hot Indian curry they make with red chilli peppers."
House: "I know what it is! Didn't think it was addictive."
Stacy: "You're abrasive and annoying and come on way too strong, like... vindaloo curry. When you're crazy about curry, that's fine but no matter how much you love curry, you have too much of it, it takes the roof of your mouth off. And then you never want to see curry for a really, really long time but you wake up one day and you think... god I really miss curry.

I have always used curry as a metaphor since I watched that episode (I wrote a blog once about a current curry and the curry that got away). Then it struck me how sick I really am to go from one curry to another.

I need a shrink.