I know he knocks you off your feet
You're so bitter; you think he's sweet
Well he's wrong for you, I swear
Did you forget to read the script?
There was never a role for him
It was always you and me, just me
Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now
I know you never felt romance
And we always lack suspense
I can edit those parts out
I never made you feel complete
I would fall beneath your feet
I would never bring you down, so down
Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now
Just because he loves you too
He would never take a bullet for you
Don't believe a word he says
He would never cut his heart out for you
I heard he wrote you a song
But so what
Some guy wrote 69
And one just ain't enough
And there's so sense in trying
I know coz I've been
Trying all the time to find something that would make you mine
But all I ever find my love
Are cliches that don't rhyme
Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now..
Just because he loves you too
He would never take a bullet for you
Don't believe a word he says
He would never cut his heart out for you
A song, a rhyme: My contribution to the Valentines epidemic
It took me 20 years to learn..
... there is far too much time, effort and energy involved in avoiding facts. Telling the truth is so much easier.
Dwell in possibility, dream from Jupiter
I was watching - well, attempting to finish season one of Angel today. Not highly entertaining stuff in itself, but one of the scenes caused an epiphany.
What one sees, what you hear and what is understood, are three very separate things.
It's a really odd system in my opinion, but in my case - and Cordelia's- so true. Angel asks her to get him a stake.. and her response? 'You want a steak? Its not even midday yet..Oh. Oh. Sure.'
Mmhm, so very typically me.
Regardless, my theory applies. Think about it. Your speaking to someone and they tell you there are cats raining outside. I would automatically envision furry felines being pelted at me from the skies. But thats just me.
It isn't even logical in my case, merely an inability to read below the surface.
This brings me to another misadventure from this week, unrelated but just as odd - enrolment at the University of Sydney.
The lovely MonB and Jude accompanied me.. and I was afraid for my life about 20 minutes into the exercise. Both of the ladies became so enthusiastic about the units I was being offered that the suggestions began flying left, right, centre, midfield.. Wow.
We escaped, me with my head and mind intact about an hour after we had begun - with each of the three stages successfully endured. Form filling- ugh. Submitting- to four different people in three different places. Mug shots - lord SAVE ME!
At the end of the torture, I mean enrolment session - we all high tailed it out of there and into a bus to go home - my home- and spend some quality time with Cary Grant.
All in all a highly painful, yet fulfilling day.
Today's muddle: Is it better to dwell on things or embrace the opportunity?
All the best voids are filled with stars
While I haven't quite grasped the finer points of blogging, I feel Ive done okay. Right? A smattering of whinges, a sprinkle of thoughtful ones, a dash of favourites and lists, garnished with a twinge of my largely uneventful private life.
This post is going to attempt each of those, as per the sarcastic tone most of these have, with a side of my off-beat humour.
Whinge of this week: certain people Ive been co-inhabiting with really must leave. I can only put up with a male presence in my life from afar. Hate to break it to all the father-figure hopefuls out there, but I really cannot, will not and do not want or need a 'dad'. I had one of those once, he was terrible at it, Ive since moved on as has he. Position cancelled and destroyed.
The less said on that topic the better I think.
Thoughts of the week: Sex is wonderful. I can say this on here and not embarrass the lucky *ahem* guy as he doesn't read these posts *score!* There are so many things that we as humans should embrace and having sex is definitley one of those. Also, reading. A good book or well written peice can give almost the same high, in some cases surpass the high of great sex.
Favourites and lists.. hmm top 3 highs of this week:
1. My new planner! It arrived and has its rightful, lovely space on my desk.
2. Writing.. somehow Ive managed a short story. Its terrible stuff, but feels great to get out.
3. Its raining Binks+Em
Point #3 is pretty awesome. I just read Binks' post and realised that yes, we have seen A Lot of each other in the past week. From dinner, clubbing [we must never attempt this again], to Torchwood and cake expeditions we have done quite well.
Largely uneventful private life: Has remained a largely blank void. There was the addition of Si-mon, mmhm, the friend from Decemeber who now snogs me somewhat regularly. The increase in Em and Binks and the giving of blood on Friday last week which led to hilarity. I suppose each event forms a star.. or something sparkly with a little fire at its centre.
Annie D has made a reappearance, she has been seen and teased mercilessley for the month of January. Oh Febuary, how I look forward to thee. For all unfamiliar with AnnieD, she's my rock, and I was hers [ to some extent I hope] in our first year of university. She survived being my neighbour, yes, I was the creepy one who lived next door and peeked over the fence regularly.
Mon, the lovely Mon was sighted and hugged at the Establishment on Saturday evening. Ahem, the club exercise. Her t-shirts and One Tree Hill sit in their pretty position by my bed.
Mission of the week is to see a few more poor sods, and unleash a few more old jokes. Perhaps hear from UAC some form of good news.. expecting some t-shirts I ordered last week, pre my destituteness. But they were Buffy t-shirts! So its okay, right? Right.
Tomorrow shall see the gathering of me and mine at Em's house. Her beloved parentals have left for a few weeks off in 'Nam. And we have been making the most of it. Tomorrow we celebrate Australia Day in true 'us' fashion.. with Star Wars marathons and cakes to be provided by yours truly.
Now, this dearly devoted must venture off into the other end of the void and play a tune for the mighty. Or perhaps just do some more baking.
All in favour of butterfly cakes for Australia Day, say Aye!
Bad moon rising
It never rains, but it certainly pours.
Strap on the helmet, pull on the denim, slather on the sunscreen and twenty minutes later your peddling your mightiest toward the park. Ten minutes into the steep climb up the furthest hill from your home and it begins to pour.
Not the soft, tear filled rain of the movies. Vicious, angry balls of water being hurled at you from the heavens. This is when you know your screwed. Heading back in the downpour is asking for trouble - the bicycle will slide down the hill and take you plummeting with it. Keep going and the pain you feel across your back shall multiply ten-fold as the pelting becomes louder, harsher and filled with a fierce intensity.
As a kid, I imagined a very angry little girl, filled to the brim with ferocious emotions struggling with her self and others. That kind of frustration can lead to tantrums, yelling and the hurling of objects with such speed and strength that raindrops will become stones of liquid.
Basically, some days, sometimes you just can't win. We all have them. And boy do they suck.
All things considered things could have been worse. I know, I know, you'll say Im playing the glad-game again. I am. So shoot me. It could have rained on me like child's play and added the cherry to a deliciously sweet cake already. Deliciously disastrous I must point out.
Irony there. Contradictory statements galore. UAC is not cooperating, but thats okay. All is not lost till Ive rung them and deduced what exactly the hitch was.. even then, USyd could be directly applied, as could Macquarie or Wollongong or wherever. There is hope, young one.
All the other issues Im sure can be sorted out tomorrow. And once they are, I will write a lovely post about all the wonderful things that have happened this week. There have been many and each was accompanied with a *Smile*
As unclear and dense as this post is, I shall leave it. I hear a shower, a book and a comfortable bed calling my name.
NaNoWriMo - First 200 words.
Its been two months coming, and I apologise. For everyone who heard, 'next week' from me over the past few months.. Im sorry. In attempts to placate certain readers *ahem* here is the first, what could loosely be termed excerpt to my NaNoWriMo novel exercise. If it drives you round the bend, join the club.
Im choosing not to explain what the story is about or any of that - just read it, criticise me in person and if Im feeling less evil then other days, I shall answer questions. Oh, and the title just stuck Im afraid.
The plane bruised my liver a little
She turned her head, as if to signal the end of the argument. A moment passed. He stared at the averted eyes, thank ful he could not see the cold rejection in her slate gray pupils. The tilt of her head showed him the pointed chin, high cheekbones and pale face that all relayed the same message.
She was done with him.
He took one last, long look at the frosted beauty, one he could never appease. Shaking his head slightly, he too, turned away.
Back to back, they would have appeared to a bystander as if lovers in argument, two sides to a coin destined to stay together. But truth is always stranger then fiction, and thus the tale begins. With the departure of a hero and the dissapointment of a heroine.
Twenty-10
We're baaaaack.
Kris and I survived. Actually we did a little better and managed to have a brilliant time. Imagine the best orgasm you've ever had, combine this with the elation you felt post the HSC and you'll know exactly how we felt during the trip.
We were excited to begin with. There was also apprehension and a kind of will-we-kill-each-other fear in the initial plane ride over [yep, all 30 hours of flying and transit], but post the arrival in Dubai, it was smooth sailing.
The weather was cold. YES to everyone whose asked if my toes froze, they did indeed. Several times, because of course there was thawing once we went inside.. and re freezing when we returned outside. There was the building of several snowpeople. Visiting of castles, and palaces. Though the castles were preferred.
I managed to get Kris drunk. No small feat I promise you. But more on that later.. for now, hello twenty-10 and good riddance two-thousand and-nine. For a year littered with moving houses [Binks], discovering cradle snatching [Mon] and finding a full-time job before she graduated [Em] - I think we were all a little happy to see the year pass away.
Last year's resolutions were few in number and I think I achieved each.
1. Be happy.
2. Pass Honours.
3. Save some money atleast!
And the drumroll please..
1. Of Course! Am I anything but?
2. Yep, managed to do a little better then pass, which made my mummy happy =)
3. I saved.. a little. I spent Alot. Ah well.
Which brings me to Twenty-10.
I'll call them goals this year..
1. Be happy.
2. Do one thing everyday that scares me.
3. Buy a manual Barnaby: learn to drive it first.
4. Uni.. try to try a little harder.
5. Learn either fencing or kick boxing.
6. Delve into the wonderful and non-paid world of internships / work experience.
7. Buy the best birthday presents ever.
Granted I do the last one anyway.. the others shall all require some form of effort. Yay! Effort..
In other news, cannot remember if James aka Buffy shirt boy was mentioned previously.. but he was the last friend I made for 2009. This year, the target is to get to 20 new friends before June. All who think I can do this, say Aye! For all who care, last year I managed 11.
Oh yeah, *shakes booty*
As far as the Adventures of Krize go, I shall post and upload images sl-oo-ww-ll-y, because as you all know, Im technologically disadvantaged. And yes, Im still blaming mum for this. We termed them 'adventures' and there are 45 all up I believe.
Not bad for 3 weeks, 9 days of snow, 2 blizzards and one week of non bed sharing. We did good indeed!
Right bloggites, Im off to cook and entertain company.. hope your all non sweaty and relatively cool in this heat.
Today's muddle: Will Twenty-10 be the year that the robots attack?
Trip related goodness
In 13 hours I'll be flying alongside the lovely Ms Dotter on what is the maiden voyage of our trip. Not sure if that made sense entirely, but you know what I mean.First flight we're catching together to begin 3 weeks of each other, the UK, winter and FUN! The last one is a non negotiable. Hehehe, poor Kris has no idea what she's in for.. it shall be fun indeed.
In silly news, the hogmenay tickets havent arrived yet. This doesnt bode well for our NYE, but Ive double and triple checked the details they sent me and its possible we're one of the ones to pick upour tix at the doors.. hmm shall be interesting no doubt. We'll work something out, not too stressed, there are still many tickets out there.
All our hotels were sorted, agent152 is very resourceful and solved all last minute dilemmas that arose with Vicarage, now there should be no problems bar the usual food ones we'll face. Soup, here we come!
Kris arrives later tonight, mum shall take us to the airport tomorrow morning - yep the dreaded 4am check-in session. And at 6am we fly. Off into the sunrise, quite literally.
I shall miss you all. Yes, even you in the back there. If you've given me your address, rest assurred the drunken postcards will begin arriving soon.. I have a reputation to protect after all =-)
If you haven't, well, arent you missing out then.
If there be internet access, and if time permits, I shall update that which agent152 and I get upto.. or down too. If not, you'll have to hold out like everyone else for the stories when we return.
Its snowing in London. Score!
The wisdom of Drusilla
Her heart pounded and butterflies roamed free - all through her body the vibration of both made her want to throw up. Anxiety is a small word for any kind of first. The first time you public speak, the first time there are introductions, the very first meeting between two strangers.
Dru wasn't too keen on any of this. The thoughts 'why was this happening' and 'how can I get out of this' were running around and around in a huge spiral of this and that through her mind. Somethings are difficult no matter what you say and force yourself to think, meeting a boy you've only spoken to on the phone and online is one of these.
He was awesome. Starting from his shoes and ending with his hair, it was all pretty fantastic. No white trainers [yep, Mon], no skinny jeans, none of that black eyeliner and definitley no ebony dyed hair. With a sense of humour to boot. How on earth was she meant to keep her hands and mouth to herself NOW?
The first time they met, there was a trip to the amusement park - which ended up being closed. Never fear, they ambled along the harbour and piers talking. Rambling from one topic to the other with an ease she hadn't felt with anyone in a long time. It was like lightening in slow motion.
The first time ended on a great note. He was laughing and she was smiling.
She coudn't stop herself from wanting to meet him again. They made plans for the next week. Chuckles. This time he was making the plans, and she hoped perhaps this time, things would go according to plan.
Not that plans and their failure had mattered all that much last time anyway.
But you are not a Jedi, yet.
Clearly my binge on Pirates and Jedi's is spilling over into my other worlds. Superhumans have always held a special kind of sway over me.
Last week involved the last of the rituals, then Dorian Gray on Tuesday evening with Mon and Binks. Loved Dorian!! Ben Barnes is brilliant form of humanity. Physically speaking of course =) His acting wasn't too bad either.
This weeks laser tag session has been cancelled, far too many people were busy and doing other people to come. Sigh. In brighter news, there are still quite a few number of things on this week: Movies with Brad late in the afternoon tomorrow, Wednesday at 152's, Wednesday evening dinner with Rosie. Thursday a surprise activity - for him, not me- with Simon. I know!! How cool is it, I have a friend called Simon now.. yep, Em there shall be epic Si-Mon jokes to come. Friday work and then Green Day with Binks. Phew. If I survive all that, work again on Saturday.
The only real downer in all this is that Ive managed to pull a muscle again! I know, second time in two years. Not a record I wanted to set, believe me. Therapy everyday till Friday and then some. SIGH.
Next week, Saturday, agent152 and I fly to London! Yay! Its come up on so quickley.. we only booked the tickets like two days ago. Oh and we found a lovely hotel, Blooms near the West End to spend xmas in. Yep, all well and good on that score.
Before that, Ive made plans with my cousin Rosie on Wednesday - next week- and Thursday lunch with 152 and Janne. Yep, not stretching myself too thin at all =p
Alright, thats all from me now. Might try out the first part of my NaNoWriMo story later on here.. for the moment, I await Luke's hand being destroyed with the lines, "I am your father, Luke."
Noooooooooooooooo............
Paint it Yellow!
Im not very patriotic. In fact Im not patriotic at all. That is fair to say. As much as I hate making these posts entirely personal, the above is best explained if we get a tad below the skin - so to speak.
So far as I understand it, patriotism stems from a love of one's nation. The emotion buried within [some] people that propels them to want to do something for one's country, for the land that you live in and that is essentially what classifies you as a certain...[type?] of person.
I was born in Australia. Ive lived here for almost 23 years now. That equals to half a lifetime provided I die at about 46. That must be the average life expectancy in some country somewhere, Im sure.
My mothers of Indian descent and we speak Hindi and a hybrid language I refer to as Hinglish. Combination of Hindi nouns and English verbs. Yes, interesting language that is. Other than that Ive taken a strong liking of sanskrit since I was younger, there's something about the way the words flow and sound so incredibly noble as the word rolls of your tongue. Difficult to explain until you've understood the nounce of each word. Regardless, we're talking patriotism now.
Paint it Yellow! [The exclamation is required] Or Rang De Basanti, is a film about five kids at Delhi University who realise the true meaning of patriotism when a British journalist comes into their carefree existence.
To begin with, there are several complications to this story from the onset, apart from my overthinking nature, it seemed to me the second time that I saw this, that it was a tad distasteful to have a Britisher have to remind Indians [the same lot who were ruled by them] of their heritage and the sacrifice many made for a free India.
Particularly as the freedom fighters our British Sue is interested in are Bhagat Singh, Chandrashekhar Azad etc, who were all fighting for freedom from the British Raj. The third time I saw this film, I rethought this point of view. Since then, Ive come to realise that it doesn't so much matter who causes the realisation to occur to so much as that the realisation actually occurs.
My second bone of contention with the film is that the conclusion of the protagonists and the film: the death of them seems to be sending out the wrong message. Sure, they go from a 'who-gives-a-damn' attitude to, 'no-nation-is-perfect, each of us has to help make it so' with an incredibly convincing ride, and there is absolutely no preaching, or no one, myself included could have sat through it. However the fact that they die post changing their attitudes and focus, to me seemed a collosal waste.
I wish they had lived. In retrospect I can see why they choose to kill off the main characters. With their death you see just how foggy the law enforcement system can be sometimes. Through their death, thousands of students and youth receieve a strong message [in the film and outside] that for a society or nation to change, the people, their mindsets must first demonstrate change. But still, I wish they had lived.
Im still not patriotic. Im not sure where my allegiance lies in all honesty. I love the atmosphere of Australia, sure. I appreciate the fact that we have so much freedom, that I as an Australian citizen have so many freedoms that people in other nations don't. I can be grateful for everything I recieve in this country: education, a degree of equality and many human rights. I love that because of my mum I'll always have ties to a place like India, where the culture is so seeped within tradition and ritual that I couldn't escape it if I tried. Im glad that because of this hybridity [technical term] I'll always be different, not quite part of one, but never entirely the other.
But it also means I come with this sense of non-belonging. I don't fit into either culture entirely. Not just me, but so many people from my generation will find themselves in similar predicaments. We won't ever belong to just one nation, one place or one ethnicity. Which is perhaps what our world needs. More universality, more internationality.
Anywho. My opinion, Paint It Yellow is awesome. There's something of every college kid in those characters. The aimlessness, ambiguity we all carry. Not always knowing where your going, but getting to tomorrow is the aim. Rushing towards deadlines with uncompleted work and extending the prolonged doom. And then, suddenly, there's a boom! A Crash! Someone, something comes along and makes you think.
Back to the Future
I love going away, the further away, the better. Being a part of the Christmas cheer isn't my thing. I hate being at home during the long holiday period. Christmas' at my place are lucklustre, material and largely spent in front of the television.
Then I discovered going away! And it was all bright colours and ice cream from there on.
Last year I got to go away for seven weeks courtesy of mum and my step father - they paid for everything. Flights, awesome hotels and fantastic tours and treks. This year, when Im organising my own trip, oh boy, Totally appreciating the work and effort put into last years!
Agent152 aka Kritan is heading out with me: my very own travel buddy. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be doing this with. She is incredibly easy to get along with, one of my more humorous friends and above all someone I trust entirely with choosing anything.
We spent a solid few hours tonight on the phone and internet simultaneously attempting to organise our hotel for Xmas eve, Xmas day and Boxing day. All three of which, we decided a while back would be spent in a lavish hotel with a major splurge on our parts. Haha, note, this is so much easier voiced than it is demonstrated.
We've come to the conclusion - after weeks of searching and inquiring - that 5*s are out of our range. So settling for 4*s we've been on a hunt to find one that is classic, by which we mean, reminds us of Hogwarts. Decked out with fireplaces, christmas trees and a strong dose of traditional British Christmas cheer.
It isn't Christmas season in my opinion, till its been witnessed in London.
Seeing as we've left it late..*honours thesis rears its head again* what we are finding is the places we like and can afford, are booked out to a large extent GRRR. Then there are the places where we would like to go but the only rooms left are too expensive, in a turn of irony we found places we could afford and liked only to find they are available only from Boxing day onwards. Oh dear, indeed.
However, we can be glad that we have found lovely hotels in Cardiff and for the rest of our approximatley two week stay in London. The London Vicarage [who have rung me twice today] shall be subjected, I mean given the pleasure of our company, for the initial and last few weeks/ days of our stay.
Edinburgh was like a sore foot with multiple blisters combining themselves gradually across the base of one's sole. My inbox is brimming with twelve 'sorry we are booked out for the period you have requested' letters. One lovely Scottish accented boy rang to apologise verbally! Mum answered and raised a brow before saying, 'Scottish sounding man on the phone, can't decipher what he wants, presumably you?' I wish!
The epic phone conversation of tonight deduced, an agreement upon Aonach Mor Guest House and they have space for us!! Hogmenay, Concert in the Covent gardens and street party here we come! We have 6 days and 5 nights in Edinburgh which, between us have been filled to their capacity: Beauty and the Beast at the theatre, storyteller tours, pub crawls and copious amounts of activities I can't remember - though cycling through Edinburgh is a must!
Onto Cardiff we go, where Lincoln House shall host us. There are three beautiful, and different castles I wish to see here - and given Kris likes castles we shall be doing all three. There is a Dr Who exhibition in Glasgow which sounds interesting.. we've said if time permits we'll go across to Glasgow and see if we can catch this. Other than that there are quite a few Welsh landmarks to see along with bookstores, cafes, bars and clubs that sound like a good time to come =-)
That is all for now on the holiday.. no doubt, many more posts will follow on these events. And no, I haven't forgotten the pooja and its leadup, there shall perhaps be an update on that..aspect? some time soon. Till then, I highly recommend Jennifer Rardin's Once Bitten Twice Shy, for anyone wanting a female detective novel with a little bite and some magic.
Today's Muddle: where will we be staying across the Christmas holiday days?
Mon&Me: 10 Men from the silver screen that deserve worshipping.
10. Patrick Verona - 10 Things I Hate About You
We love the chracter, Mon's not a Ledge fan - I dont mind him as an actor but in this film- OH boy Oh Boy! Bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks who hates the world but ends up falling hopelessy in love. How can you not love that? In Mon's opinion he looks the best when he has his hair tied back in the paint balloon scene. Doesnt give a crap bout how weird ppl think he is, he just rolls with it, that alone is so damn hot. My favs the serenade attempt on the steps - re pic. *Swoon*
9. Troy - Reality Bites
Grungy, unkept, sarcastic, intelligent, smart ass and pissed off at nothing in particlar, need i say more? Oh he has long hair. Reality does more than bite, it makes us just a little more light headed.
We've always had a thing for drummers lol. He's goofy, sweet and genuine and Im entirely with Mon when she expresses the desire to hug him forever! My fav part is the end when, him and Liv Tyler are at the cafe and u know they want eachother but neither say anything, she leaves then he chases after her and finally the 'big kiss' moment that every movie needs. He's so cute in this film. Sadly, this was the first and last film that he was oh, so adorable in.. it all went down hill from here on..
7. Sebastian Valmont - Cruel Intentions
He's mean, sexy and absolutely incorrigible. The bad boy who turns sweet when the right girl comes along, does this not reinstate your inner girly-girl who knows she can reform the hunky bad boy? Right on it does!
6. James Wright - That Thing Called Love
He's on Mon's list by default =p He sings, he broods and he's just damn hot. This is the only movie where he had dark hair, and its long hehehe, just adds to the whole fantasy. The first kiss scene is so hot, but he looks the best in the scene where he's just gotten out of the shower and he storms into the kitchen ( i hate to say but he is fully dressed) hair all wet and his shirt buttoned only half way, gets me everytime. He's high in almost every scene but its his last completed film so it had to make the cut lol.
Adding my 10c - I feel this picture says it all, loud and clear.
5. Jack Dawson - Titanic
Leo's on purely because most girls who grew up in the 90s [us included] wanted, required a Titanic poster to breathe at some point or another in their lives. We can admit it.. with a cringe on my part. We refer to this as part of the blonde boy phase.. c'mon, you went through it too!
I don't know what I'd do without Mon to share my movie loves with. We unanimously agree that Brendan Fraser was beyong beautiful and brilliant in both these movies. Drawback? He has short hair in School Ties and the whole ending up with Rachel Weisz kinda ruined it for me in the Mummy.. but he's just so damn hot. Whether in a trench coat or a 1920s hunter *swoon* outfit.. he does it for us!
3. Chase Hammond - Drive Me Crazy
So strange to think that when Mon first watched this at 14 she thought he was eww, and now she wants to bloody kick herself, what the hell was she thinking? He's bloody gorgeous in this movie, like omg. Grungy, loner (Kind of), rebel, shit stirer, sarcastic, generally not giving a shit bout anything and dark haired.
Why cant every girl have a boy next door like him? I prefer him 'pre make-over' but he's still hot when he's in a clean shirt lol. Oh man i love when he appears at the prom at the end. That slide, that glide and the oh not so subtle 'I was hoping to cut in.' There is no man hotter that Chase for me [yours truly].. but to get to ten, we continue.
2. Jack Tavern - Speed
Aside from the fact that he wears a tight, white wife beater throughout the whole film, he's one guy i prefer with short hair. He's so rugged and ripped in this movie (have a look at those arms would u) that it makes u melt and silently curse Sandra Bullock. Oh and the best part...when he ends up all dirty and sweaty by the end with big tears in his shirt... Oh Lord, Have Mercy! This is entirely Mon's description, but I agree absolutely, not only that I totally appreciate the man in the Matrix, so extra brownie points from me!
1. Don Juan / Edward Scissorhands
In the movies with the same name, Johnny Depp rocks us all over and repeat! God must have been in a very good mood when he made this man. Best part of all, he has long hair in it. Im sure u understand the whole Johnny Depp thing anyway, so no need to go on.. We rest our case and head off to watch one of the said hunks [we mean, movies] *breathe in, breathe out*
Boardgames, Bananas and Binks'.
Just a quick update on the festivities of tonight. Binks is an Amazing chef. Her steak and potatoe bake were absolutely mind-blowing. The entrees [yes! she treated us to a three course homemade meal!] were scrumptious garlic and butter slices with an accompaniment of prawns in a delicious sauce. Hmmm.
I dont think Ive laughed this much since the last time the four of us, Binks, Em and Gus [plus yours truly] were in front of a board game together. Tonight, being hosted by the brilliant Binks saw a Wii being implemented. Trivial Pursuit was belly rockingly funny! Gus insists I cheat - by shouting out the wrong answers which, when played see the contestant lose a turn. I maintain that everytime I got the answer right they chose to not follow me - whereas when I was wrong or kidding they would decide to extend the borders of the circle of trust for me.
Needless to say, the end of the evening saw me at the outer corners of the circle of trust. Hehe, ah well. All is fair in boardgames and battles.
Em surprised everyone [including herself] as to how clever she actually is! Her wedge grew at lightening speeds - alrite, so we all helped a little. But it was definitely 90% her. Binks, Lady Band Six that she is capable of challenging gave her a good run in the middle of the game, and at the end there wasnt too much of a point difference.
I brought up the rear with Gus falling into fourth place.. which isnt bad considering Binks and I were being our usual disruptive selves for most of the playing.
All in all, viennetta dessert capped off what was a brilliant evening going bananas.
*Note to self: spend much more quality time at Binks'*
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
November begins in, oh, twenty minutes or so. If All Hallow's Eve merits a post, then most certainly the month of November does.
Its always been my favourite month of the year. Not quite the end, almost near January. Some months away from my birthday, and so the resolutions Ive concocted. Yet, some months away from my birthday again, so Ive time to find excuses, find time and perhaps, even find a resolve for the resolute decisions made.
November shall witness a number of things.. first the beginning of NaNoWriMo. A month long novel writing challenge. Binks is partaking in this, as is the lovely Abbi. It shall be interesting to see what each person creates.
Ive come up with an idea. Well, two actually. One would follow Alice. It promises to be serious and lofty and vague. Hmm. The second is about a timetraveller. Well two actually and it seems that the story will grow and grow and grow.. kind of like James' giant peach. Im not sure how it will end or where it will go, but I think this might be the one I go onto write. Hmm. We'll see in a few hours when the challenge is officially taken on.
November shall see the farewell of various friends as they leave on trips overseas or interstate. Before long agent152 and I shall be leaving too. Ecstatic! There are still hotels and trains to be booked. This shall follow this week.
I have a whole list of friends to meet up with through November, atleast once. Making a conscious effort to be more energetic too. Xypher has been neglected.
The Dotters! My favourite siblings have been all but MIA lately, and the remedy for this shall begin Monday. Tomorrow, the 1st of November sees a dinner at the lovely Binks' residence. Boardgame fun shall ensue and ofcourse the mirth that we create - amid chaos- each time Binks, 56 and 99 collide.
It is a collision. Three extraordinary personalities in one room is cause for firework level glee. Add the glory of Gus to this and we have a group fit to take over the better half of the world. Not that planning has commenced or any such..
See. November brings the promise of friends, fraternising, flowers, freshness and freedom from future fuss.
The, the fish in the bowl, in The Cat in the Hat. He was always saying that the cat shouldn't be there while the mother was out.
Double, double, toil and trouble
Most of my halloween memories come from films. What can I say, apart from the occasional trick-or-treater back in 'the hood' and now here where I be now.. Halloween is just another excuse to party that I am not utilizing this year. Next year, we dress, we treat, we trick and we cause some severe mayhem.. jailcard here I come!
This year, we check out my top 5 Halloween scenes from various flicks and bask in the glory of favourite-lists.. why? Because, this dear audience, is the only thing I could come up with..
5. Can anyone say Nightmare on Elm Street? Freddy Kruger has to be one of the best terrors out there. Baby-sitting is never quite the same once you've seen these films.. a mass murderer burnt to death returns in the dreams of children to enact his revenge.. one girl realises his power lays only in the world of sleep. So she stays awake.. and tries her best to draw him out to start the real game.. Mhmm. Classic horror. Minimal screaming. Total nightmare material.
4. Buffy: It's just ... You're never gonna get noticed if you keep hiding! You're missing the whole point of Halloween.
Willow: Free candy?
One Halloween in Sunnydale, the costume becomes her, and him, and them. That is Buffy all dolled up in her 18th century finery finds herself a helpless *ahem* young damsel in distress.. Willow's a ghost and Xander's the saviour. Role play, anyone? Another Halloween sees the gang trapped inside a haunted house where there is no door.. very shiningesque of them.. all in all, all hallow's eve is always exciting with the Scoobies.
3. Silence of the Lambs.. I seem to be on a scary movie trip here, but how can anyone go past Silence of the Lambs? Cannibal man, female cop, sexual tension that could seriously develop into a feast for one of these two. He could always eat her, and as she well knows, he would enjoy every last peice of her flesh. Eeek! But fantastic film, all the same.
2. Double, double, toil and trouble. So it has a few vices, but it has the Olsen twins at their cutest! Not to mention the whole, twin thing was always one of my favourite places to float around in. *If only there was another me..* Basically, twins! Who save the day with a little help from magic, a little sisterly love and lots of seven-year old charm. What's not to love?
1. The Shining. "Heeeeeeerreeeee's JOHNNY!" If you haven't seen this, dear lord, get out from under that rock and rent / buy it now!! Jack Nicholson totally freaks me out everytime I see him as Jack, the crazy father of young Danny and husband of gutsy Wendy, who is driven to kill both his wife and child through the persuasion of a ghost.. or is he? Never will I go to a ski lodge, alone or with less than five people in tow, a mobile phone, several forms of outside contact and prefrabbly? Lets just go in summer. *shudders*