Yesterday, I broke my tenacious three month meat-fast with lamb at my friend Clara's Easter dinner. Talk about an intense re-introduction. I am not sure how I feel about this yet. One part of me wants to shrug and say, "Oops I won't do it again. Consider it an Easter weekend foil" while another voice whispers "You've already broken the self-challenge. Just eat less of it and don't fuss." What to do, what to do!

My initial inspiration for trying out vegetarianism sprung from Jonathan Safran Foer's book Eating Animals and Eric Rohmer's film Le Rayon Vert (1986). Surprisingly I did not find cutting meat out of my diet that difficult, although it did put me social situations where I would have to eat double portions of mashed potatoes (yuck) while others knifed finely cooked steak, which did not make me happy at all. 

Today the unni I'm staying with in London is hosting a bossam party. My dietary musings will have to be postponed till tomorrow, as today is still Easter weekend, ha! One thing is for certain: even if I don't continue to avoid meat, I'm shunning all traces of potatoes in my meals simply because they repulse me. Those potatoes, they must die.

Spring is officially here at Easter!
Our high school friend JH is getting baptized today and the King's Kids are celebrating as well :)
I love winter but spring is lovely because of all the liveliness and the sense of rebirth .

Rather than getting an Easter egg, I received a Little Miss Sunshine chocolate from my flatmate John as a token of gratitude for my marvelous job at helping out with his spring cleaning.

"Randy I have a gift for you." "Is she supposed to be me?" "Yeah, in a way." 

Before I was christened Mandy in high school by my dear chums, I was known as Sunny, a spin off from my real name Sun Hyung. All my friends from Greece and middle school continue to know me as such, which must be confusing for them when they see my new name on Facebook. 

Names do make you I suppose, since I was in actuality more of a cheerful and happy character as Sunny. Closer to Little Miss Sunshine than I could ever be in one lifetime. 

As Mandy (and never Amanda) I have a theme song by Barry Manilow which was also redone by Westlife. The urban myth is that Mandy was the name of Manilow's dog but consensus is, the story is simply bollocks. 

Other than the pop song, I would have thought that Mandy did not have direct correlations with particular attributes or nuances, although a dig into Urban Dictionary suggested otherwise (I am especially fond of definition 3: a beautiful person who all the guys want to sleep with. She is really sweet but drinks a lot). 

Which ties in quite well with my newest nickname Randy, harmlessly derived from the rhyming original (an ingenious effort on John's part). I am called Randy Mandy/Randers/Randinsky around the flat. I have no choice but to try to live up to the name. You are what you are.