star wars

Now baby don’t you stop it, stop it

I arrived home late last night (with, I might add, a very happy stomach; Victor’s mum should be on Iron Chef!) to find a package waiting for me. A cardboard package that bore the marks of a long and dangerous journey, halfway across the known world, across oceans charted and uncharted. I tore into its brown, sticky-taped shell with ferocious glee to unwrap the following four glossy, crisp items. I inhaled their glorious scent like a mad woman…

Thanks to Mister Christopher, I have been seduced by the Book Depository. One more delivery on the way! It was a nice surprise to end a long and somewhat frustrating day, anyway…=)

A quick rundown:

Stardust – A bumbling London country boy goes to retrieve a fallen star in order to win the love of the village hottie. Things became complicated when the star turns out to have a life of her own. Also insert three witches who want to eat the heart of the star in order to remain immortal. This has been made into a movie adaptation starring Charlie Cox, Claire Danes, Ben Barnes, Michelle Pfeiffer, Sienna Miller, Ricky Gervais, Rupert Everett and Robert De Niro. It is slightly inferior to the book.

Neverwhere – Richard Mayhew is an English businessman with a truly horrid fiancée, whose reality blurs when he is dragged into the adventures of London Below: a realm beneath the city populated by strange characters including the Angel Islington, a sly Marquis, a little girl with powers called Door, a female Hunter, and a menagerie of rat-people. This is a great read. Not to be confused with Michael Jackson’s Neverland.

Fragile Things – Another short story collection by the a concocter of the twisted and unpredictable. Haven’t read this yet!

Never Let Me Go – Ishiguro is a Japanese-born, English-educated writer. I’ve heard that his novels are more British than Japanese in style, whatever that means to you. Never Let Me Go was recently made into a film starring Carey Mulligan, Keira Knightley and Andrew Garfield. This will be the first of his works I’ve read.

In terms of real life, exam preparation is progressing slowly but surely, and I have another day off from the hospital tomorrow, so expect plenty of studious productivity another blog post! All the best to those of you who also have exams. I feel your pain. Let this ridiculous picture pull you out of your funk:

And finally, a little something for the fanboys/girls out there. I’m not a gamer, given that I lack the skills and coordination required to press buttons in the correct sequence (that also precludes a career as a forklift driver, accordion player and intimate lover) but I can appreciate an AWESOME TRAILER. Thanks Victor for keeping me up to date with everything in the galaxy far, far away…even though you don’t understand my jedi knight fetish.

Until tomorrow!

Squishes and kisses,



Why I want to be Princess Leia / “Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side.”

Hallo all!

I feel the time has come to explain why I often tack “Organa Solo” onto the end of my name, why my guitar is named “Leia,” and why I frequently twist my hair into double-bagels in the shower. (Just kidding…about the last one.)

For those of you who have a functioning social life, here’s some minimal info about the butt-kicking, blaster-wielding heroine of the Star Wars trilogy.

Leia’s birth name is Leia Amidala Skywalker. She was the daughter of Anakin Skywalker (who becomes Darth Vader–asthmatic, bucket-head dude) and Padme Amidala (aka. Natalie Portman in a colourful ensemble of costumes). Her twin brother is Luke Skywalker (the Luke of “Luke…I am your father.”).

“I have a shiny head.”

Anyway, Luke and Leia are separated at birth and hidden away from their evil father. Leia is brought up by the King and Queen Organa of the planet Alderaan, which is how she gets to be a Princess (NB. an alternative to marrying Prince Willy). When she grows up, she gets involved with the Rebel Alliance: an underground civilian force resisting the rule of the Emperor and his boy-toy, Vader. Eventually she gets captured by Vader and has to be rescued by…

…her brother, Luke…

…and her future lover, Han Solo.

Leia’s most famous for keeping her hair in a style that resembles pastry, and her gold bikini stint in Episode VI. But her best moments are singlehandedly strangling ol’ Jabba the Hutt, sneaking into Jabba’s base disguised as a bounty hunter, flying a hover-bike, befriending the Ewoks, surviving torture by syringe at Vader’s hands, and generally being everything but a damsel in distress.

As I’ve spent the last few days gearing up for the final month-and-a-half before exams, and have only 7 more weeks of glorious revision to look ahead to, I am probably at the peak of my “wishing I were a heroine of some epic battle” syndrome. Be honest: it’s hit you at some point before. (If you are a dude, substitute “hero” for “heroine”.) We all want to have a role in a magnificent tale. It’s why we are all chasing something or other in our daily lives. Something more :-)

For this guy, his dream was to invent a world where giant spaceships shoot lasers at each other in outer space. And millions of people loved it.

George Lucas in his pre-grey days.

I mean, who wouldn’t want to have a conversation like this?