Sunday, December 30, 2007

Good Resolutions Reviewed

So last year at about the same time, I gave myself 7 goals for the year 2007. Lets review them shall we?
No1---Cook more, eat better (learn to cook bread)
Acheived?---Well, yes, yes indeed! Alright, I made pita bread....but still! Also, ate better, healthier food, and lost 20lbs! Greatness! Very proud.

No2--Clean Up apartment more often
Acheived?----Hmmm, 50% of the time, honestly. But that isn't so very important.....

No3--Stop seeking Love
Acheived?---Unless stop seeking love includes obssessing over impossible
guy, acting on impulse and raging lust and having a lousy one-night stand, which I swore
to myself I would never have....Then getting crushes after crushes over complicated men
and breaking some hearts, thus accumulating bad karma. I think I failed that one

No4---Stop feeling guilty about celebrity crushes
Are you kidding? Like I had time for celebrity crushes this year....Jeeeez! Still, I freely
admit my love for Johnny Depp, Paul Bettany, Liv Tyler, Tori Amos and Helena Bonham

N05--Work out in the fresh air 3-4 times a week
Acheived!---I walked home from work everytime I could in the good weather.

N06--Comb cats a day out of two
Oh my GOD! FAILED! I even forgot about that one. Poor Timine! Getting all those knots.
I'm an aweful kitty-mommy!

No7--Paint and draw more....
Well...I did one good painting which am proud of, and I did it only a few days ago.
Worked for books, but I don`t think that really counts....Will try again next year.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Todd, Sweeney Todd

Anyone who knows me the slightest bit knew I wanted to see this movie since I learned of it's making. I mean, a Tim Burton film? Great! With Johhny Depp?Awesome! *And* Helena Bonham Carter in yet another crazy costumed role? Sold! SOLD!

Let me tell you, it did not dissapoint.The quirckiness and strange feel of Burton's productions. The dark, moody sets almost all in shades of blue black and whites. Making the blood red really shocking whenever it graces the screen.

The weird characters, even though you could almost have taken Johhny and Helena straight from the set of Edward Scissor Hands and the latest Harry Potter, were beautiful. I just kept taking in the details of every dress she wore. The delicate black lace, the corsets, the petticoated skirts...the wild hair!!! So gorgeous. Now I won't spoil anything, but place all that gothicness, complete with snow-white skin and black eye makeup, and throw them into a sunny, shiny beach-set, and you've got the most awesomely contrasting images ever immortalized on film.

Of course, there were songs. And lots of them. And not all of them riveting. And not all voices were particularly fun the listen too (I'm looking at you Joahnna). But most people walked in knowing that it was a re-make of a Broadway musical. OF COURSE there are gonna be songs to explain everything!
Still, in the first 10 minutes of the movie, you could hear audience members groaning at every first notes of a song. At least 30 people walked out around the fourth one. I don't understand people. Honestly! No scratch that! I don't understand teenagers, and I never will. Because all of them were kids

So lots of blood, could have been a little subtler with the throat cutting and blood's really my only complain. After two throats have been split right in your face, splashing towards the audience in all it's non-realistic glory, you kind of get the point already. No need to have 10 random more.

It was disturbing, dramatic, but still funny and morbidly beautiful in other places. So I reccomend it, and I will see it again.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Look what I got!!

Sometimes, it is really hard to find an appropriate gift.

Especially when it's for someone you don't know a whole lot like a school teacher...or say...a daycare educator. But it's still the tradition it seems to bring a little token of appreciation.

So from experience, the most popular "neutral items" are soap, candles, various candy and lately Bamboo arrangements. When all else fails, a Mall's Gift card. I always like that last one, I have to admit.

This year, I was pleasantly surprised though...inside a little red bag that I was sure contained a jasmine-blossom scented candle, I found this instead:

My God, isn't that the cutest little mug ever?! It fits in the palm of my hand. And most importantly, it contains a little bag of Belgian chocolate shavings and a recipe to make hot-cocoa out of it. I'm in love!
It's probably the least expensive gift I got this year, but it's clearly the one I love the most. Goes to show that often, less is more. It's the originality that counts.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Why? How?

Sometimes I really wonder how my brain works.
I never liked Ashley Simpson. She annoys me immensely. Her songs never got to me at all.
And then I see this new video of hers, and I can't stop watching it...again and again and again.....

Maybe it's because it reminds me of Gwen Stephani's video for What You Waiting For??
The Dali inspired background?
I just got this instant fascination for the fancy top hat, green dress wearing brunette Ashley, sitting and dancing on a floating giant Rubik cube. How out there and cool is that? The image is just something that works for me and keeps me coming back to the weird video. Perhaps it will even inspire a painting....I haven't painted anything in months!

So here is the link...beware, the tune is pretty catchy too, the kind that gets stuck in your head whether you like it or hate it. Ayayayayaya

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Your Woman

Does anyone know "Whitetown"? I don't, really, but I knew that one song back in the days, and today I've found the video, and I'm in love. The song itself has got some pretty great lyrics, but the video makes it even better. (Love the girl's hat)
I always thought it was funny that the singer, who is of course a man, sings from the woman's point of vue.

Your Woman

Just tell me what you've got to say to me
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through

Now I know your heart, I know your mind
You don't even know you're being unkind
So much for how your highbrow Marxist ways
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy you can't play me that way

Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman

When I saw my best friend yesterday
She said she never liked you from the start
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same
But you always knew you held my heart

Your such a charming hansome man
Now I think I finally understand
Is it in your genes? I don't know
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure
Why did you play me this way?

Well I guess what they say is true
I could never spend my life with a man like you
I could never be your woman

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Recognizing our Strenghts

If there is one thing I am proud of, it's my ability to forget pretty quickly.

When there is still hope, I will dwell and hurt over something pretty intensely. I'm very emotional that way. Sucky love songs make me bawl when I'm in that state.

But when it becomes clear that a cause is just lost and hopeless, I'll not mourn for weeks and eat buckets of ice-cream while crying.
I like my mind like I like my apartment: un-messy and clear. And luckily, it is easily clear-able. Facts put all in order, good memories kept, bads in the trash, priorities and feelings redefined, a few bitching Tori Amos songs and a good night's sleep and I'm good and ready to leave everything messy behind and welcome new possibilities.
Life really is too short to waste it on useless worries. It's good to be myself again!

Also, I went to see "I am Legend" this afternoon. And it was the best movie I've seen in a long time. Very nearly cried twice....and movies these days are rarely making me cry.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

8 AM Realisation

OH MY GOD! I've become Bridget Jones again!
Over-analysing, pathetic spinster Bridget, foolishly expecting her Daniel Cleaver character will change into a Marc Darcy type.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Laughing to cure anxiety

Our community is privileged enough to have a wonderful Santa Clause at our local mall. He really is great and authentic looking. You'd swear he's the real thing, and people travel from pretty far to come and visit Rosemere's Santa. With his real white beard and very blue eyes and rosy skin. What is awesome, is that he has the ability to not freak kids out.

So for me, having a cool Santa is kind of a normal occurrence, I had no idea, when I visited a Blog this afternoon, that some poor kids are not that lucky.

Just take a look at that priceless picture, captioned: Reindeer-breath Santa

Oh my God! I still have tears in my eyes and my stomach hurts from all the weirdo and plain fucked-up Santas out there. Head over to Suburban Turmoil for more gems such as St-Tropez Santa, Ritalin Santa, Hangover and Most Wanted Santas. You'll not regret it!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Suede you always felt like suede
There are days I feel your twin peekaboo hiding underneath your skin.

And this.
Has power over me.
Not because you feel something or don't feel something for me but because.
So big. It can swallow swallow her whole star intact.

Call me 'evil' call me 'tide is on your side'
Anything that you want.
Anybody knows you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon.

They are frayed and I fear.
My fear is greater than my faith but I walk. the missionary way.
You always felt like suede

Oh little sister, I hoped you wouldn't feel that way
Oh little sister I wished you wouldn't feel that way
Call me 'evil' little sister.
I guess I'd do the same.
Little sister.
You'll forgive me one day.

-----Tori (Goddess)Amos

Monday, December 03, 2007


This morning, the radio woke me up with the news that we were expecting 25+ cm of snow complete with flurries in the next 24 hours.
Welcome to Monday morning!
I could almost hear kids everywhere screaming for joy. Of course, every school around is closed and there is plenty of snow to play in all day. An early Holiday, a gift from the heavens!

But as an adult, it's more like this. Get up at 6AM anyway, look at the pretty snow but admiration quickly fades to terror when it dawns on you that you will have to go out there very soon.
Bundle up in your biggest, most water/wind proof coat. End up looking like a purple and lilac Kenny from Southpark with your hood on as tight as you can.
Miserably walk through a feet or more of snow all the way to the bus stop, because the plow hasn't been on your street yet. All the while staring at your feet to protect your hooded face from the millions of tiny icy knives aiming for your skin.
And then waiting longer then usual with cold feet because people obviously drive like snails in that much snow. Already starting to imagine how the return home will be with twice as much of the white stuff to brave.

This is the reality of winter as adults. And then we innocently wonder why kids love winter and most adults hate it. That is why! Because we live in a foolish society who doesn't work with nature. We try to fight it. And this is a mad attitude.
In a rational, sane society, when 15 cm or more snow, or say an ice storm would be expected, we would all react appropriately and know that we could all just stay in bed and have a quiet family day at home. Nature is telling us to stay inside and relax a bit. Enjoy the prettiness of it all.
Snow storm? Everyone is encouraged, no, required to stay home with a blanket and hot cocoa. Every business is closed for the day. And that is that. It would save us so many miseries.

And then they ask themselves why so many people throw their sorry selves in front of the subway train in winter....

Saturday, December 01, 2007


Well, I guess I must get used to the idea. I'm really not that good with keeping plants alive. A sorry excuse for a Kitchen Witch I am.
I really thought I could do it this year. I brought in all the herbs I had grown on my balcony through summer before it became too cold. And for a month or two they looked fines. I took good care of them. (I even talked to those who looked poorly, to my embarassment.)

But now it's December 1th, and I really think that Basil and English Lavender are loosing their fight against indoors life. It really is a tragedy, I never had great hopes for Lavender , but the Basilic was thriving only days ago! I even used a few leaves on a pizza, and now it's withering.
And the little Lavender plant is drying up quickly, even if I water it and talk to it, and switch it's in it's last days. And I'm trying to decide if I should just end their misery and throw them away along with the garbage this morning.

I should put up my christmas decorations this weekend anyway, so the hole in my life won't be empty too long...
Damn! I was really hoping on fresh Basil this winter!