We will miss you roachz!

Dear friends,

Thank you very much for spending valuable time with me before I fly to Japan. I am sorry for not having the luxury of time to see each and everyone of you.

Thanks to very good friends who have traveled far just to catch a glimpse of me before I go. You know who you are.

And Amy, you are assigned as the "godmother" to my five cats, please help me take good care of them. We will appreciate your efforts. In my absence, they'll have no one to love them. You'll do a great job. They all love massages and tummy rubs. Please forgive them if they turn out with a bad temper. You know which cat I am talking about...

Have no worries, I'll kick sooooooo much ass there.

Adios!

Viva la revolucion

Make way for V.

The story started with the "Voice of London" reciting repeatedly "England Prevails", accompanied by multitudes of lies to instill fear and hate in their citizens against all minorities on the surface of the earth.

And V kicked their arse(s) / butt(s). Each and everyone of the members of the ruling party. watch it and see V in action!!!

How eerie it is to find that this movie which is supposedly taken from comic strips resembles so vividly the world that we are living in at this very moment. Tyrannical world leaders (or an attempt to achieve being one), media censorship, the thought police, "Fingermen" (looks very CIA to me!), instiling unfounded fear, tycoons from big corporations with a high rank in the government, the misuse of power (the ignoring of international laws by waging war without the consent of the UN), ignorant proles, scapegoats, human testing of biological warfare, torture.

The only difference is the proleteriat class are getting more informed about the truth and its all thanks to films like V.

V for Vendetta is Orwell's 1984, fastforwarded and in vivid colour. This is a real enlightenment.



"A person may die, be killed or be forgotten but ideas live forever".

Cheer up!

I love the juxtaposition of my favourite red shoes on green ribbons, opposite colours in the colour wheel.

I love the creases on my sheets. I love that untucked corner. I love my fashionably (to me), carelessly strewn pile of favourite clothes.

I, too love my overloaded, warped timber book shelf which after every sporadic spring cleaning exercise, I would leave a few books in disarray. I love imperfection. These are just my little ways of showing the belief that I embrace.

I love being immaculately dressed (to my standards, sorry if those who knows me thinks otherwise) but I love too that little kitty fur stuck on my sleeve. I would try to remove all but one strand because just by looking at it gives me a smile on my face. I also love to leave the back of head uncombed, just for the sake of it.

I love my brother's imperfect, unintentional rough and curly afro hair, all thanks to one too many colouring jobs and straightening treatments. You can't change nature, dear one, but you are perfect to my eyes.

I love the quiet confidence of my short-tailed cat, though not the most perfect of cats, who doesn't give two hoots about what other cats might have thought of him. Shouldn't human beings be like him too, liking one's self despite what other people's uninvited criticisms and judgements? Maybe everyone should stop watching Extreme Makeover and start concentrating on one's own natural beauty.

I love the imperfect things around me, and I am about to leave them behind.

p.s. I couldn't think of a closing paragraph for today's post. Please forgive my bad writing. Warming up.