it's a Day-Nite

Dark gloomy clouds...

I learnt something today...
"The world we make in our thots is brighter than the real world..." said by a not-dog

I love the world in my thots, in my books, in my dreams.
Just dun wanna be in the real world where simple things get complicated and your emotions wind up taking u down a path u never even saw or planned to head.
How easy things change.

Sure we have a choice...
one of life or death ONLY.
Everything else just sweeps u up

The silver lining behind the black clouds and egg boo boo

So, there is always a silver lining behind the black cloud.
Now there is someone munching away happily on snow pea crips (man, are they delicious)...
And bouncing around with a !! Naruto !! Froggie !! Purse!!
And I am having fun popping toast (after being told that it does pop)
I feel like a kid because I cant decide where I want to place my Naruto stickers :)
Not sure if I can fit into the cow-hide, hmm... but sure looks mooey
A big big big big kiss for being the silver lining :)

So here is a story I should tell... it is never all dark clouds :)
....
Do you know how chickens mate? Anyway, was having eggs, and this friend went "oh! the potential chicken (meaning the yolk) is the best part". Me " No, the eggs are not fertilized!!". Friend "but you mentioned they were free range chicken eggs, then, they must be fertilized". Me "hmm, (eyes widened), NO, bu we can't eat fertlized eggs

(boo-boo number 1 ... always thought fertilized eggs were poisonous, or you see something like a feather when you cook the egg).

Friend "Of course you can, the free range chickens, the cock is flying around." Me "oh, but then, so many eggs, the cock couldnt have found all the eggs to fertlized". Friend goes "what do you mean by that" . Me go "well, hen lays eggs, cock has only a very short time between egg laid to egg comes out, to fertilize the eggs". Friend goes "huh? no, the cock doesnt fertlized the eggs when they are laid... the chickens are having a blast before the eggs are laid" ...

(boo boo number 2 : so all my life, I thought, for the eggs to be fertlized (think fish), the cock stands next to the hen, the hen lays the egg, the cock sprays some stuff over the eggs, and the egg hardens.).

(boo boo number 3, the eggs are soft when they are laid and harden in the air within minutes... though, i still think I am right. Cant imagine a hen running around with hard shelled eggs in her....)

friend : "look, it is not an easter egg hunt"
(which, then set me thinking... hmm, he is right, it is quite funny that the cock has to run around hunting for eggs to fertilize).
So apparently, chickens do mate (the cock yucks jumps on the hen and flaps around wildly for 10 secs).

So when I have kids, I think I prefer to tell them the egg-hunting rooster version :)... despite all the boo-boos ... and let them find out when they turn, gulp, 30?

INvisibility

"so i say..."
drowns out, unheard....

"remind me..."
forgotten...

"my off days... i do this..."
so when...
unheard and forgotten...
not bothered to be stored.

I HAVE A SUPER POWER I'VE NEVER KNOWN...

the invisibility cloak amongst frens,
esp the closer u are, the more invisible u become
u are there... u are expected to be there
but whether you physically are is not too impt

wat u say is.... blah blah blah...
unheard, un-noitced, not as impt as wat I'M SAYING...
MY LIFE, MY TROUBLES & AFFAIRS... BLAH BLAH BLAH....
oh btw, did u say something???...

does it take thunder to be heard??
earthquake to be noticed??
avalaunch to be remembered??
it is not v diff to rem i'm off on mondays when i can practically recite out a timetable i've barely glanced at...

it's the same EVERYTIME, with EVERYONE
so...
i've had it.
not bothering anymore.

Perhaps it's time for u guys to start listening to others other than YOURSELVES
making some effort other than taking things FOR GRANTED
showing some care and concern
doing things for others other than YOURSELVES

saying a faint "hi" when someone turns up,
and then turning to walk away as though the person is invisible...
saying "bye" and then continuing the conversation without so much as a pause or backward glance doesn't cut it. IT's FRELLING RUDE and DISMISSIVE.
So why should i bother to turn up for treatment like this.

Oh wanting tissue is not like a huge thing (to be shrugged off at)
but after tagging along like a piece of unheeded rag
and traipsing up and down the same road twice...
it becomes an ISSUE!

and really, dun bother to suggests or promise anything
'cos when the time comes for it (unless it's oredi been paid for...)
it never materilises... WHY??
Oh the great effort required to keep any promises is just too great at this point in life.
I need to conserve energy for more meaningless channel surfing, bumming and other spacing out activities.
Or i need to do the things i can do on other days on THIS PARTICULAR day that we agreed to hang out!

Oh there's more...
*like hi i promise to have dinner with u but i ended up doing the thing i can do EVERYDAY... but i still made time... ( oh i'm sooooo grateful for your little scraps of generosity!! why dun i wag and roll over!!)
*or hey yup i'd like to meet up... but erm just really can't make the effort to get outta the house... and my lunches are usually too busy... (well, there's still dinners and weekends... oh why dun i wait till hell freezes over? or earlier -- when i'm in my grave, perhaps u'll call then.)

Everything is just BS.
There's NOTHING to believe in.
Guess i'll be immersed in la-la land for the next few years.
I was smart when i was a kid.
Stoopidity comes with age.

the ONE...

SUGAR RUSH

There's always that person or persons--

who just "owns" your heart without even trying;

and u'd jump, a puppy called, at a flick of a finger -- regardless.

The one who torments and haunts your every waking moment;

who's carelessness words or gestures stab like a blade...

The one who takes u for granted...

is the one you love most.

We are bitches for the taking.

fingersmith...
sweet innnocence, tenderness, forgiveness, an open and loving heart...
set in the early Victorian days
a story deeply steeped in lies and treachery;
of poverty, greed and heinous acts of desperation;
redeemed only by its thread of true LOVE, woven so intricately into the tangles.
an exciting mishmash of subplots and palpable tension that keeps your heart glued till the end, wanting more.

Movie Review

So wat have i been up to since dance is SLOW...
and salsa is BORING...
and Max is stalling...
and Princess is swarmped...
and my knees are OLD...
i have a trusty Typhoonic movie-buddy.

SILK

Heartwarming, parallel plots makes a watchable horror.

For the intellectual and the less shallow thrill seekers.

STEP-UP

Wat can I say :)

Dance is my passion.

TIGER AND THE SNOW

If he's as funnee in this as Life is Beautiful --

it'd be worth your eye scanning the subs for this romatic comedy!

Magnifique 2b!!

THE COVENANT

Buffy plus Charmed?? CRAP!!

Loads of potential, NO creativity, NO signature!!!

Lacking even the classics or knowledge of wicca.

Throwing streetfighter-styled power punches is only gonna

hold the audience if they've fallen asleep.

The drool is not even worth it for u hunk-eaters out there.

DEATH NOTE

A MUST SEE!! Fantastic plot and cast.

Brilliance and chivalry, darkness and power...Battle ON!

The best is... this is only part ONE!!

Tasty morsels go to those at the end of the credits.

Stay tuned!

THE PRESTIGE

An intriguing storyline with enuff darkness to lure...

enuff suspense to overlook the dowdy lutreless settings...

ending with an anticipated twist that leaves an almost putrid

yet easily absolvable taste to senses oredi numbed this millenia.

Oh, another year

So, This blog is more than a year old!! Incredible!

How i remembered? because, this is yet another blog abt the william forsythe performance.

This time, they had a lot more attention because of the "political" agenda... It was rather blatant, but pompously suited.
The dance theater was broken into three parts:
?? one: my son was arrested -- This was a way too long drawn trauma of a chaotic scene of i suppose an explosion. More, if the unaware viewer enters, they try to decipher the reason of the arrest of the son. It is mostly a disarray of movement, I have to say, it was too modern for me... Mostly, I just spaced out (20 mins of the same chaos can kill!)...