Spartacus?

I wonder if many people picked up on the fact that in the movie Ice Age 2: the Meltdown, the litle obsessed squirel gets to St Peter's gates of heaven, dancing ont he music of the classical ballet 'Spartacus' by Kachaturian...very funny, and yet so appropriate..what a parrallel, between Spartacus' yearning for freedom and the nameless squirel's hunger for nut...LOL
I didn't find this movie as hilarious as the first one though. Somehow I felt pity for the squirel, which in this one get a bigger part if not his nut. And it actually advances the storyline, not just an intermission scene...but his quest is sooooo painful. There were many issues in this movie and not that many one liners...

Who put the colours in the rainbow?

Can I add someone on my list? Ryan Philippe. Yesssssss.

I joined the very closed circle of sofa slackers...doesn't feel too good though, but it sounds like the first wives' club. Except I don't have a collection of expensive rings or wedding memorabilia to show off. Instead, I have bad memories of break ups. Mind you, after moult discussion, we got it to this point: women do not want to force their men to do anything. We obviously prefer that those men WANT to do what the women want. LOL. Reality bites though as we never want the same thing! A Saturday night well spent.

I finally got to enjoy a quiet weekend. It hasn't happened in a while. Also realized that there is a price to pay in living in an popular area. It wa simpossible to go out and do groceries on Saturday and it was even worse on Sunday, with all the gallery goers. Because the Truman brewery is now such a trendy place to organize shows, there is a show in all galleries every weekend if not every day. This weekend, there were various exhibitions part of the London Design Expo. It is very interesting, especially the [Re]-Design section where artists recycle many things in totally awesome useable art: like the lamps made from milk bottles, or sofas made of cardboard, or old manuals transformed into bookshelves! There were also 2 routemaster buses in the outdoor parking lot instead of the sandy ebach (sniff)...It's always so exciting to see the staff setup the next expo, but it's such a drag to navigate the crowd sometimes.

I dreamt of MK last night, and since I still haven't heard from him, I just hope he's alright and kept me in the corner of his mind, somewhere between some musical notes, swing dancing, and rocket science.

secret life of dot dot dot

One day I met a guy who was almost perfect. By that I mean he's soft spoken, a bit timid, cute, charming and meant what he said. I could relax around him and feel secure. I could be silly and loving without feeling him recoil in his privacy. We shared intimate laughs and silent moments. Time might have stopped in our infinite bliss. But then other events changed its pace. At least for me.
From slow motion embraces and gazing into each other's eyes to frantic smiling and hugging other people. Not only could I feel his head next to my ear, I could also see others entertain him and make stories about him. You may call it jealousy, and I have never been able to share. He became a public person and I could not cope with his public life: the cheers, the laughs, the praises of the crowd. The nameless faces that mentions his life or inquires about him to me. I could have become his spokesperson or his shadow, but I could no longer speak for him as he was no longer mine or was never one with me, and I would not be a shadow.

I much prefer our interaction to stay how it used to be...silent understanding and caring. In other words, telepathic.

:)

Mind you, I love movie stars like Orlando bloom and Wentworth Miller (gasp)...Aquarius woman, I am. Lunatic.

Keeping mum

The title of a quite funny film.

These few days have been a bit strange. Had fun with a college friend and rediscovered London all over again. Have been living away from everyone else for almost a week, despite some rare human contacts. And am a bit curious about the return to reality and the state of my motivation. There's an eerie feeling about it allt hat makes it confusing (discombobulating?).

I feel I am at a crossroad again in my life where I need to choose fast if I need to move on. I haven't identified the options yet though. In any case I don't like the pressure. I alwyas wish there was someone to motivate me and push me along the way but I realize it's a journey I have to take by myself. No matter how insoiring Coco or Purplina can be, the decisions are all mine and there is quite noone to catch me when I fall (some song lyrics, right there...aww).

So, in the meantime, let autumn fall and winter chill our bones...maybe my dozing mind would awake some day

What happens in Amsterdam...

Hopefully stays in Amsterdam.

I've been bad. I'm sorry. The weather was perfect, sunny and a bit breezy, but it was so nice. And I spent most of my time inside, smiling with my yellow teeth and standing on my blistered and bloodied feet. Time flew by...and I may have managed to annoy or hurt some. I'll make it up to them someday.

It's good to get back, the way it's good to wake up from a dream, no matter how nice the dream is. And at least dreams are private. This trip was experienced by so many people, it'll be impossible to repress everyone's memeory of it. LOL

Ah well, it's called dealing with reality and I'll have to learn how to do that..

Let's buy a conscious

Lately, it's been very easy to make yourself good and empowered and deserving of heaven: all you need to do is buy a certain brand of water bottles and you help Africa drink. Buy or use a certain credit card and you help raise funds for AIDS research.

So now you can spend money, indulge in all luxury, and still fell great and guiltless because you are doing it for a good cause...doesn'it remind you of something..ah yeah, when catholics used to give money to the Church to have their sins erased from the God's log...

a British weekend

There are a few things that I'd say are specifically British, if not just English. I managed to do a lot of those things this whole weekend alone. Forget sailing on the Thames, going to Westminster, drinking in a pub. Those are all very much acccessible to anyone visiting London, doing touristy stuff.

This weekend, I came back from work, had a drink with my flatmate and got so hammered there was no way I could drag myself to the gym. Okay, that is not exceptionally British, I admit, it's just me. However, having a full English breakfast the next morning is quite unusual for me. Imagine: fried egg, baked beans in tomato sauce (mmmm), mushrooms, sausage, and most of all...2 fried toasts! My life span just shortened by 10 years. It also brought back childhood memories of breakfast while travelling with the family.

Another novelty for me was catalog shopping. Even in Africa we used to buy cereals by catalog (and ginger cookies..mm) along with housekeeping items and electronics. That was home shopping though, as we comfortably order from the safety of our sofas. A quite different catalog shopping in London is through Argos. This shop has all invetories on catalog that you can pick up from several 'stores'. For the first time since I've moved to London, I finally got the courage to try shopping from Argos. In the 'store' you get to browse the ctalog as well if you think you can bring it home by yourself. You get to mark the catalog number of the item you need (in my case, blank DVDs), then proceeed to a cashier to pay for it, then wait for the items to be delivered to another counter...and it's really fast!!! It's as fast as ordering and getting a burger!!

It's surprising I haven't seen similar shops anywhere else because the company saves money on retail space by just having stocks out of the way of the customers. Saves them money from theft and magnetic antitheft machine that rings annoyingly at the door. At this point I just imagine everything is automated (like those electronically sorted wardrobes)...

Anyway, it's been a weekend full of new experiences! Next weekend will be a bit different though...

Anime otaku

Yes, I am shameless and admit I still watch japanese animes. The ones I have however have no cyborg or cars transforming into a giant fighter by combining with other truck or flying jumbo jet. There are real soap opera anime out there, and it is more fun to watch than real bad actors. I must say I like the voice actors in these anime as well, as even when I don't understand much (well, I can only order food, let's face it), I enjoy watching the unsubtitled episodes.

A shortlist of what's out there for instance, all followed weekly:
- Ouran Host club
-Nana

I also started watching Kasimasi but it seems a bit too slow and boring. And of course I sometimes try to catch up on Bleach.

It's really only because there is nothing on tv and I am too lazy to go to the movies. And there is nothing out there anyway..I mean...snakes on a plane..hahahaha what kind of a plot is that? Now that you can take matches and cigarettes but no lipstick or eye drops on a plane...

Cars and disco

Ahh.. so am actually enjoying this 'Top Gear' show on TV..I can only watch it from time to time. My knowledge of car is still very inexistent: 4 wheels, seats, steering wheel, stick shift...really, the rest is if it looks cute or not...those guys go on and on about the model V50K or ZER-O serie (hahahaha)...ah well, let me be girly.

It is september already so I'll get more depressed each day again until next spring...I need to get out more...am serious! But before I can get into the skimpy outfit and show some meat (arghh) I need to face up to the daunting challenge of running the 10Km (yeah yeah, it haunts me...why did I even sign up?)

Until then, I have laundry to do, room to sweep, data to backup, and most frightening, I need to live for 7 days without my dear cocovanille (I can't let go).