For that little groove you need to get through a Monday or a heartache. Either way, it was good to get my feet tapping and get energy moving all over. I don’t feel like dancing, dancing even if I find nothing better to do. Don’t feel like dancing, dancing.
Whenever I want to take the train, I would have to walk past a group of tables and benches on the way to the station. Other than a resting spot for the elderly and people who can’t be arsed to walk, these benches are also a premium smoking spot, a gathering of like-minded who enjoy taking a drag or two… thousand puffs.
This is The Imaginarator’s impression of the unofficial smoking corner. Incidentally, I also like to put forth the theory that this is probably how clouds form.
The past few days were a constant bitch in my side. To even describe how I felt would been another mental nightmare. Obviously. So I like to give it up for French philosopher, also possible mindreader and fortune teller, Voltaire. He had brilliantly predicted the words which would summarise how I felt exactly. Like ages ago.
“Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively.”
Anyway, my mate appeared in the nick of time to send me this image which cheered me up tremendously. Peace is sometimes just that. It arrives only when you desperately need it, I’m afraid.
You know a hairstylist is good when he spends 3 ½ hours making love to your hair. I only wanted a haircut by the way.
But the end results are promising indeed, even though I felt a tad awkward walking down the streets yesterday. The cut is real sharp, starting at the left side of my ear slanting down towards the back and tailing off to the right side like a tick sign. Which means, I have an asymmetrical hairstyle. Let’s put it this way, if you look at me from the left, I look like your typical handsome English pageboy. From the right profile, I look like a bloody hot girl. Drop me a line if androgyny floats your boat. Hahaha!
Well, the verdict’s out with a total of seven compliments. I totally rock this new cut. It was three and a half hours well spent, I have to admit. My mate said it best among all. After checking out my new haircut, my mate says, “Nice, now you can go attract some sweet young things.” ROFL!
Why you, Penelope Cruz, how dare you tarnish Nate Silver’s predictions?! HE was my foolproof plan to win the office’s Oscars pool! Never trust one who does election predictions again.
And the bloody cheek of Sean bloody Penn. How dare he robbed me of the remaining 90% chance of winning the office’s Oscars pool. Mickey Rourke, I blame your chihuahua.
Reading the whole commentary on the Oscars earlier and one of the funniest quotes has ought to be Defamer’s remark on the Winner of Best Picture, SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE. “We believe that’s the brownest-looking Oscars stage we’ve ever seen.” You may chuckle now.
Anyway, the funniest bit of the whole four possibly terminal butt-numbing hours is hands down Tina Fey and Steve Martin’s screenplay-like presentation. Literally. Interior: Kodak Theatre… and the dig at Scientology. Oh and the chemistry. They should host the Oscars next year.
Here’s Ben Stiller taking the mickey out of Joaquin stoner Phoenix by the way.
Not to sound like an ungrateful twat or anything but just how amazing is 30 Rock and can they hurry up with the next season already. I know I’m a late bloomer and all since I’ve only actually sat down and seriously go through the episodes weeks ago. Anyway, just to be clear the recent McFlurry controversy of how it might be degenerating into product placement popcorn fluff has hardly caused a ripple in my consciousness. There, so producers, namely you Tina Fey, “everything that is right and good about America”, do hurry up with the next season, yes. You have one fan waiting here.
That video was after her acceptance speech at this year’s Golden Globes. Here’s the transcript because I can’t find the actual video:
“I want to say thank you to the Hollywood Foreign Press. I’ll always love the Hollywood Foreign Press and have all the Hollywood Foreign Press action figures. Thank you, Will Arnett, for that joke. But I want you to really know how lucky I am to have the year I’ve had this year and, if you ever start to feel too good about yourself, they have this thing called the Internet! You can find a lot of people there who don’t like you! I’d like to address some of them now! BabsonLacrosse, you can suck it. DianeFan, you can suck it. Cougar Lover, you can really suck it ’cause you’ve been after me all year. And to my husband, Jeff, I love you. Thank you very much! “
Today, being the 15th day of the lunar calendar and all, marks the end of Chinese New Year. Which means no more addictive but fattening snacks such as pineapple tarts and pistachio cookies. That is if you haven’t been greedy and finished the whole stash long ago.
Oh and I did my part in the last lo hei tossing, pomelo munching and chewing down of mini pink and white glutonious rice balls. All to celebrate, or mourn really, the end of Chinese Spring Festivities.
According to Beijing media Xinhua, the first penumbral lunar eclipse of 2009 will reach its darkest peak at 22.38pm so the moon will be rounder than usual and also bigger till then. No need for fancy telescopes or binoculars. Perhaps you can double check if the estimated distance of 365,000 km between the moon and the earth is correct then.
Somehow I imagine the moon to look very much like this lovely pineapple tart. Without the little buttery ribbon and brown filling obviously.