Tatyana in medias res

No other planet could create something so complicated yet so simple. Men: restaurants, bars, subways, museums, classes, anywhere really that men and women can be together, I have come across one common thing - how much women talk and how much men listen. A lot and very little, respectively. The first time I noticed this was when I was with my family in a pizza hut and realized how many couples there were around me, married, dating and friends. Every table had the same scene, the girl talking and the man listening (read: staring into space) to her. and that when I started observing this very interesting fact, everywhere I went, every couple I saw and every place that I could observe this, my realization gained body. Of course I have to say I am not offended, amused rather and I have two takes on it. One is that well yes men should really pay more attention to what their women are saying, because, just for their own sake, they might get into big trouble for just staring. You know, she ...

Girlfriends. God’s gifts to other girls. They come in all shapes and sizes, styles and qualities, stuff you like about them and stuff you (sometimes) don't. But whatever their faults, their love-able-ness are far above it all. They make everything good in your life better and everything awesome even more awesome. They always just know what to say and what not, though don't get me wrong they give you stuff in your face when you need it. They come with their drama and their problems; this is not necessarily a bad thing I’ve realized. because over the million conversations you have with them over wine, cheese, really yummy unhealthy junk food, really yucky healthy green teas, gigantic meals and cartons of ice cream, you come to learn a lot from their experiences. Girlfriends are like your guilty pleasures and the toughest company sometimes. they let you gloat in your awe but always bring you to level when it’s too much, they also let it sink in when you have screwed up but will ...

The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fatty foods and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans moral of the story: eat and drink whatever you want. Obviously speaking English is what is killing you. I think the process of appreciating food starts from the eyes. I really enjoy those hibachi style places where you can see how they cook the food. It builds up the anticipation for the food. Sight of food makes your mouth water, which leads you to feel hungry. It’s the most beautiful biological process in our body. When you see shredded cheese boil a little and turn slightly brown in the brick oven (or an oven) and smell the aroma from the r...

Out of the many things that are bursting out of me that i really have to want to write about, one is food. For those who know me, they know this was just a matter of time before i wrote about food. It’s the one and only true love of my life. There is nothing better, nothing more, nothing as satisfying that the thought of food. The fact that when you put a cake of noodles in hot water, they will become soft and edible and you can put almost anything in hot water and it will do the trick. Of course you need to do a little more than boil it for it to be yummy. The love of food comes in two parts, one is to cook good food and the other is to appreciate good food. I don’t think it’s necessary to have both to be fully in love, but they complement each other. And it’s also one of those things that you can never tell, what came first, did people eat good food and then get inspired to cook better, or did they cook well and then fall in love with eating. In my head at least, it’s really confus...

Hi I have a little request for all of you. Stop calling/IM-ing me to tell me that how you had this god-awful-break-up with your oh-so-loser-ish-boy-friend, only to tell me 2 days later how you are back together and can't be happier. See I love you, a lot. Maybe I don’t like your boyfriend, or maybe I do, it doesn’t matter. I love you, so if you have a boyfriend you like, keep him. Or don't. As long as you are happy, I am happy. If he messes with you I will take him down, I promise. But until you have decided that he really has messed with you, don’t tell me about it. And I know you are telling me because you think I am your really good friend and I really appreciate it, I do. but you know what happens - 'oh I broke up with him today....he did this, I said this....I hate him, I don’t know what I saw in him.' being a good friend, I say what you want to hear(and I’ll tell you why I don’t say what I want to, in a little bit) so I say - 'oh it’s ok baby, you shouldn...