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The Cunning Plan

No we didnt go to KL. And yes the demolition men are still at it though all the sledgehammering has abated. Its only drilling and banging noises now (thank heavens for small mercies?)

Had to check my crackberry today to get email addresses from my outlook. Horror of horrors - hundreds of unread emails on matters that seem so distant to me at the mo. Some great non work emails though - one of which is Harolds Planet - huzzah. The artists Swerling and Lazar are just great (click for their site here).

So here is one that I particularly love and can so identify with. Enjoy!

sunset

reading: when a crocodile eats the sun; godwin, peter

wearing: long black skirt with white stripes

drinking: plain hot water

swallowing: antihistamine; adezio

hoping: no crisis at the office today; having an early finish

feeling  : like a snooze

seriously considering: a visit to the hairdressers

wondering:  where the kick arse mood disappeared to.

news at nine(ish)

So the big news in Malaysia is the murder of a Mongolian Model. High on the suspect list, is a well connected, highly regarded Policitical Analyst who is currently shuffling between the interrogation room(s) of Bukit Aman* and the Hospital (he has been having asthma attacks).  The newspapers have been selling like hotcakes for the masses who wants to know more, more, more about the case.  Its not just because the murdered woman was an exotic stunner, but also because she was BOMBED TO PIECES (after being shot twice)  in a deserted clearing not far from the city centre.  i.e. who in La Malaysie had access to these  highly controlled/regulated (or maybe not) explosives, who instructed their henchman to carry out the evil deed and why the extreme measure of blowing someone to smithereens after she's dead? surely there must be a simpler way of dealing with a dead body...

Conspiracy theorists think there may be more to it than meets the eye. Its not the analyst, its his wife. Its not his wife but his mate. Its not his mate, but the mate's wife.  Its a love triangle, no hang on, its a love octangle.

And of course now that the gory details of the murder have been dealt with, the broadsheets tabloids have moved on to other angles to keep the news hot, and started to postulate that mongolian model may not have been the young babe in the woods as described earlier. like huh? so what if she was twice married and had two kids. she was murdered and bombed innit.

xxx

meanwhile the hot hot hot item dominating the news in the US of A is not so much the democrats' success in the recent election but Britney finally coming to her senses and deciding to divorce Fed-K.

What took you so long is all I can say Britney.  Now, here is some good advice for you.

xxx

Sigh, isnt l-o-v-e   (or the notion of love) stoopid at times? How long do those rose tinted glasses stay on? 24 months on average?  and what happens afterwards, the light switches on and all becomes clear? counterparty loved no more. disliked? despised? hated enough to be killed?

why is it that someone in lurve is able to put up with nonsense that she would not normally accept?  what is it about love that makes one impervious to sense and sensibility.  why must love be blind and why -o-why does the person in a destructive or unsuited relationship prefer not to see the truth as is. tell me folks.

i was there and to be truly honest, till today i still dont know why i was there in the first place. 

* Malaysian equivalent of Scotland Yard

i love harold's planet

i  reaaallly  love harold's planet
the drawings are always the cutest and just so appealing.

the creators, lisa swerling and ralph lazar are such lovely  creative souls - they even  take the time to reply to gushing emails from fans (me me me).

2 years ago, i managed to get 2 tix to their exhibition and sent one to azuradec and the other to the sunflower man.

unfortunately the sunflower man couldnt make it ... azures did. and she loved it.

i wish i could have gone and gape at cute lil harold and find out what the creators are like in person!

dreams and mares

turned in quite late last night. wasnt stressed but felt quite pensive.

didnt manage to read just before snoozetime. and slipped  into restless sleep. full of disturbing images and scenes which are too horrifying to even describe.

twice. in sucession.

until at 3am i was afraid to return to bed, terrified that those images would return.

spoke to startled  sunflowerman on the phone.  wasnt i snug as a bug a rug? i imagined him to ask. he suggested i read something light, funny and amusing to disengage the busy mind. so i started on 'eat shoots and leaves' . and left all the lights on so that the samurai wielding predator in zz land wouldnt appear.

and eventually the book did the trick. together with images of the green trees , fields and blue skies.

am hoping that tonight's sleep will be a restful peaceful one...

old pictures

i found some  pictures i took  in august 2004 resting quietly  in a folder tucked away in  my computer.

they cheered me up immensely.

i am tickled pink

i read this in my daily newsletter from favourite site a word a day and somehow it just made me chuckle

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with

a harvest. -Douglas William Jerrold, playwright and humorist (1803-1857)

i love this hugely.

this bowl of mine

its been agggggeeees since i left my little bowl.

 i need to put on my travelling boots and get away from the city

be out in nature and do
something fun and  adventurous sooon!

ps: no real little fishies were harmed in this photoshoot.

my glass of coffee

went to the hospy to get pre-employment medical test sorted.
never mind that its been 5 months into the job.
numerous questions on family medical history. and personal lifestyle.  tucked in between the questions on cigarette,  alchohol consumption and hours per week devoted to exercise was one on marital status. my question: does being single lengthen or shorten life expectancy. answers on a postcard  in the comments box please?
temperature taken. eye tested, colour blindness or lack thereof verified. height and weight evaluated too.
some disappointing news - have put on a kilo since the day before and i havent grown a single cm since 1988.
tummy prodded, lungs xrayed, blood taken.

verdict:  not everyone views the coffee cup glass   like me. they apparently have proper shapes and definitions. as do other objects.
action point: time to get new glasses.  and not just the damn cool coffee types neither.

holes in the wall

would you have guessed that i have a little digi cam now which i stash in my handbag?

and that i have been manically (but not madly enough i feel) clicking on inanimate objects.. like the jug of milk and walls in my apartment block?

and my greenies out there on the balcony. i have to say again that the leaves have just grown humongous.

one of the little plant i have in the sanctuary has got leaves that are 225cm length and 12 cm wide!  AND it grew stems  do strong that they climbed up the wall by itself and produced roots  (from the stems) so clever that they managed to cling onto the vertical surface and parked off securely .

sometimes the intelligence and tenacity of a  living thing astound me.