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baby, you’re a firework

to kick off this weekend’s i’m-proud-to-be-an-american festivities, some friends(:-(minus rohini) and i enjoyed a fireworks show by lake anna in mineral, virginia. we too got bit by the patriotic bug (along with several other bugs), so we lit some fireworks of our own (pictured below).

invented in the 7th century by the Chinese (you’re welcome) to ward off evil spirits, fireworks have since become universally synonymous with celebration. we look forward to them at both western and eastern turns of the year, victorious ball games and my future wedding reception. even the nightly shows at the epcot center will never lose their luster. and of course, when we lean in for that first kiss, it’s ‘fireworks’ that we are looking for.

so what better way to celebrate america’s birthday than with this wonderful chinese invention?

the sound of each crackling firework is a shoutout to my heritage. rohini is hit with a similar feeling anytime she sees someone wearing a cashmere sweater.

let’s not forget a favorite rohiniandyang song that will surely be making the rounds on america’s radio stations this weekend.

in closing, i’d like to say that our hearts go out to drought-stricken americans in various parts of the country who will have to go without fireworks this year. but as katy perry shows us, fireworks are inside each and every one of us, although some chests may be more ignitable than others.

we hope everyone is having a happy fourth of july weekend. ours is happy because we are now but 10 days away from reuniting in dc.


the real deal

one of the many joys of summer break (yes, i still have a summer…be jealous) is the ability to watch hours upon hours of mindless television without feeling the slightest guilt over missing other obligations.  side note: yang currently watches the same mindless television that i do.  how she does it while working a full time job and playing martha stewart in the kitchen is a mystery to even me.  anyways, of all the mentally stimulating gems i’ve discovered on the tube my favorite category by far is the true to life brand of reality tv shows.  there’s something rather gripping about real people doing real (dumb) things in front of a camera.  anyone who tells you they don’t enjoy reality tv is a dirty liar because no one saw this jersey shore clip and didn’t laugh.

our latest reality obsession is a talent seeking competition with 4 celebrity coaches guiding amateur vocalists to become “the voice.”  what originally drew us to this show?  the sex appeal of adam levine…who knew that tattooed arms and high pitch vocals could be so attractive in a man?  but now if you ask us why we love “the voice” we’ll tell you it’s the amazing talent we’ve seen and the adorable coaching of mr. blake shelton.  wednesday night was the show’s season finale (spoiler alert) and we’re so happy for javier colon, winner of the season’s competition and father of 2 very adorable mixed children.  while we were really pulling for blake’s candidate dia frampton to win it, yang and i are still confident that dia’s unique voice will land her a sweet record deal in the near future.

“the voice” is pretty respectable as far as reality tv shows go.  the performances are entertaining, the artists can really sing and the celebrity judges are actually celebrities (a.k.a. not sharon osbourne).  nearly 12.5 million viewers tuned in tuesday night to hear the best singers from each team duke it out and yesterday’s #1 and #2 tops songs on itunes were both original numbers from the show.  yang and i are clearly not alone in our levine/shelton love nor in our fave new itune downloads.  the voice = quality tv.

quality, however, is not the word i would use to describe the some of the grade d material we used to watch.  sometime after freshman year of high school, fox put together its brightest minds to produce “paradise hotel.”  for those of you who haven’t heard of it, the basic premise of the show is to bring a group of hot, young singles together at a luxurious resort to make magic/sex/magic sex happen.  the show had an odd number of residents so at the end of each week couples paired off to occupy a room together and the last person standing was forced to leave paradise.  then, each week a new resident arrived at the hotel and tried to wedge his/her way between a couple to push some unlucky person out of their room.  the goal of the show: to stay in paradise the longest and win $250,000.  translation: make nice with the opposite sex and put out a little for a cash reward.  incidentally one of the front runners for the grand prize was also the least attractive person both in looks and personality at the hotel.  yang and i referred to him as ugly dave.  if you think we were being harsh, take a look for yourself.

i’m sad to say the show didn’t last past its first season though it did inspire the creation of israeli, danish, swedish, norwegian, dutch and hungarian versions of paradise hotel.

yang and i have definitely upped our standards since the times of paradise hotel.  but not by much.  every monday i commit 2 hours of my life to believing that the bachelor or bachelorette can find true love.  and yang may someday marry a polygamist after watching one too many episodes of sister wives.  don’t judge us please.

a series of unfortunate events

…followed by one very fortunate event: my return to rohiniandyang the blog.

here’s the deal:

recently, i’ve taken to cautiously glancing over my shoulders to make sure i’m not being followed by a group of dark and thundering clouds.  the glance is more a metaphorical glance really…my response to a very unfortunate, very bad stroke of luck that I’ve had recently.  i’d rather not go into the gory details of what exactly has happened, though the stories are pretty ridiculous (a.k.a. hilarious), so ask yang to tell you about them.  let’s just sum it up by saying something was shredded, something had to be replaced, some things were taken, some things were lost, something had to be changed, something had to be replaced again, something was canceled, some more things were lost and most of these things i’d really like to forget (or laugh about).  either way it’s not important how i got here, just that i am here.  again.  for good.

everyone has those comfort items they turn to when the going gets tough (and the tough can’t always get going).  well i’m going to list mine.  christina aguilera’s “i turn to you” is playing in the background.

1. beary – my aptly named stuffed bear from childhood is my number one cuddle buddy and greatest confidante (after yang of course).

2. the dark knight – though the film is dark and twisted, batman is my favorite superhero and this is my favorite movie.  it doesn’t hurt that yang and i share a love for christian bale.

3. rainbow chip frosting – everyone has their comfort food.  mine happens to be sugary, colorful and easy to scoop from the jar.  after 10 to 15 spoonfuls i usually feel like vomiting from sugar overdose, but until that point it’s pretty satisfying.

4. family – though phone calls home often result in more stress than anything, being home is probably one of the best feelings in the world.  home also means colorado which i’m sure you all know by now to be the best state in the union.  they didn’t call them purple mountain majesties for no reason.

5. writing – while i don’t consider myself the best writer in the world, i enjoy putting words together whether that be in a blog post, essay or persuasive email to a friend.

6. yang – who better to turn to that my #1 best friend and mate in this long distance relationship?  they say it takes a village to raise a child.  well it took a yang to raise me (and a set of parents who i love as well…happy father’s day, dad).  i don’t want to imagine where i’d be without her.

looking over this list in my current position, i feel like i have two options: sugar comatosing on my couch, spooning a stuffed bear and intently watching the dark knight, or writing about yang and our promance.  i choose rohiniandyang (though a dark knight movie date may come later this summer).  the blog is back in business.

let miley dance

rohini and i are unashamed fans of pop princess miley cyrus. we’ll admit that hannah montana is a pretty horrendous show, and rest assured we have no interest in any disney programming that doesn’t involve the jonas brothers, but we know a catchy tune when we dance to one. please buy see you again on itunes if you haven’t already. and if you tell me you hate party in the usa, i’ll tell you you’re a horrible liar. now that i’ve set up our love for miley cyrus allow me to come to her much-needed defense.

it has come to our attention that people are in a tizzy over this miley cyrus “lap dance” video. if you don’t know what i’m talking about, take a look for yourself.

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before i go any further, let me just say that anyone who has a problem with this kind of dancing is clearly someone who doesn’t know how to get down on the dance floor. rohini and i can be seen dancing like this any time we’re out together and in fact i’d say our dancing is probably even a bit more provocative. granted we never go out in shorts that short, but there’s a first time for everything (we did recently purchase rompers).

the institution of sound and reliable journalism that is tmz broke the story when they released this video early yesterday. they wrote:

“Miley — who was 16 at the time — was dancing with 44-year-old Adam Shankman during a wrap party last summer in Georgia for the movie, “The Last Song.” Shankman, who is openly gay, produced the movie as well as “Hairspray” and other flicks and is a judge on “So You Think You Can Dance?”

to answer the above question: yes, it looks like adam and miley can indeed dance. now let us pose a question of our own, what’s the big freaking deal?

anyone who has been to a club or top-40 playing bar has seen far worse. yes, miley is only a teenager, but those dance moves are nothing compared to what will be seen at high school proms nationwide (and what will happen in the backs of cars after). yes, adam shankman is older, but the man isnt interested in what our favorite hollywood jailbait has to offer. so all i see are two people having a platonic, genital-covered, good time on the dance floor.

but apparently this isn’t what it looked like to my peers and fellow journalists. one headline read ‘miley cyrus lap dance – did they have sex?’ talk about sensationalism. the baltimore sun took a far less ridiculous approach, but ridiculous nonetheless. their play-by-play read:

“When he moves to the couch, drink in hand, Miley follows and climbs up to sit on him, where her gyrations get even more intense.”

and then quoted an unattributed source (faux-pas):

“The worst part is that there were little kids at the party and the dancing between Miley and Adam was so dirty that some of the parents actually left the party and took their kids home.”

little kids were at this party? i didn’t see any little kids and if you listen closely you’ll hear this hell-destined duo dancing to these famous lyrics:

To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)

i don’t know why, but somehow i seriously doubt any kids were getting low at this party, and if they were, the upset parents, the same ones who were so disgusted that they held back their gag reflex long enough to tape this video that they then sold to tmz for a pretty penny, should take a hard look at themselves.

and also, last i checked a lap dance requires one party to sit in a chair while the other more active party dances, grinds and rubs against them. whoever mislabeled this as a lap dance needs to get out there, put on some short shorts, back their thing up against a seedy stranger with questionable motives and live a little.

let me just finish with this thought. if the rest of us can nod our heads and move our hips like yeah, why can’t miley party in the u.s.a. too?


and just as an afterthought – if you’re digging the sultry miley like we are, check out her newest music video.


mix & match

making a mix cd for the car is one of the first things we do on our trips home. rohini just landed and we’re immediately leaving for the big city lights of downtown denver. the responsibility of making this trip’s mix (perhaps one of many) fell on me. here it is.

More – Usher

Break your Heart (feat. Ludacris) – Taio Cruz

I Made It (Cash Money Heroes) [feat. Birdman, Jay Sean & Lil Wayne] – Kevin Rudolf

All of Your Life (You Need Love) – Backstreet Boys

BedRock – Young Money & Lloyd

Telephone – Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce

Tie Me Down (feat. Ray J) – New Boyz

Party in the USA – Miley Cyrus

Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare) [feat. MGMT & Ratatat] – Kid Cudi

Dancing in the Moonlight – Toploader

Blah Blah Blah – Ke$ha ft. 3OH!3

Reverse Cowgirl – T-Pain

Human – The Killers

Use Somebody – Kings of Leon

Hey Soul Sister – Train

Naturally – Selena Gomez & the Scene

United State of Pop 2009 (Blame It on the Pop) – DJ Earworm

Beautiful – Akon

Good Girls Go Bad (feat. Leighton Meester) – Cobra Starship

One More Time – Daft Punk

Oh My Gosh [feat. Will.I.Am] – Usher

drivers of the denver metro area beware. cloudy with a chance of car dancing. definite chance of reckless car dancing.