Season's Greetings!

Hello World!

Wishing you a...
Merry Christmas!
Hope your holiday is filled with cheer :) and your stockings with gifts.

Have a great time with friends and family! And try to remember the significance of this much-celebrated day.

Now, go, hurry to bed and pretend to be asleep. Santa is watching.

Have a Happy Christmas, folks.

Eyes on the Prize - But What is the Prize?

Keeping with the theme of Muse, I found myself staring off into space, contemplating on one of life's many mysteries. I was trying to piece out the difference between competition and envy.

Different things, you argue. Maybe. But they seem awfully close, it's hard to tell which one is which.
Do we work for first place - for self-satisfaction or for the satisfaction of beating others? Are our motives purely selfish and self-indulgent? Is being competitive mean that you are jealous of others' victories?

You see, there's a very fine line. And it's hard to distinguish between them - as our convoluted human emotions swirl into a tangled incomprehensible mass.

It's an honest, open question.
One that I pose to you.
Can we be 'in the race' because we need to quell a personal burning desire or is our motives inclusive of 'ensuring no one else gets to win'?

To keep your churning brain cogs company is a Paint doodle.
Happy Musing.

Green-Eyed Vs. Gameface : Food for Thought, perhaps?

Falalalalala... Oh it's just not the same any more.

It's T-5 to the big day, eh?
The one with the jolly old man, the one that wears too much red and has too much time and money on his hands?
Yup, It's Christmas time. *Cue Play tape of Off-key voices singing carols*

The Commercial Holiday for the Ages.
What better way to cash in on the merriment of others than a buy one ugly plastic tree and get a smorgasbord of gaudy lights, that can cause your house to short circuit, free.

IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!

The rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer and the media is getting the largest slice of pie. Whoopee.

What happened to Good ol' Christmas?
You know the one with having family home cooked dinners and surprising people with gifts?
What happened to the holiday humanitarian spirit?
What happened to REAL people standing out in the cold, yelling carols in off-key voices?

Sighhh. The individualistic, materialistic, metallic heart that pumps adrenaline into the blood of men has killed the Christmas Spirit. Chalk out an outline of Santa. REAL Christmas is dead. (Unless you're an eight year old girl - in that case, Santa is real, Christmas is NOT dead, and eat your veggies.)

So do me a favour folks and do something good this Christmas. Restore my faith in the human race. Make a donation. Help out at a shelter. Or just don't splurge out with Christmas as an excuse.

Christmas, or any holiday for that matter, is about being with friends and family, cherishing what you have and being thankful for it.

So, go ahead. Say Thank you.
And then be good and crawl into bed.
And pretend to sleep and maybe something good will drop into your stocking.

The End of a Decade

It seems awfully cliche to start of with, "It seems like only yesterday that people were getting drunk over the turn of the millennium".

Well, not that cliche.

Oh, well. How about "Remember the good old days?"

Nope?

Well, let's try again.

The Noughties are over. What do we call the next one - The Tenies? The Tenos? The Tennetubbies?

Ahh. Third time is the charm.

Well, yes. It's been ten years. TEN whole years. That's quite a lot. Isn't it?
We've lived through an entire decade that has seen the invention of the hybrid car, the laptop, the iPod, the iPad and basically anything Steve Jobs has churned out.
Boy, it's time to get those journals out.
Need to get these younger generations a wiff of what it was like, back in the day, eh?

So expect an onslaught of nostalgic, back through memory lane posts in the coming month.
Someone out there must be wondering if I'm a fifty year old man facing a mid-life crisis.

So how about a mix of aspirations and reflections? That sounds good, doesn't it?
Good? hmm. Maybe a bit too strong a word, perhaps?
But now with a little (read: scarce) time on my hands, I'll hopefully be posting up some interesting posts, soon enough.

Till then, how's December working out for you folks?
I've already seen people get their Uggs and scarves out.
But then again, it's about 30 degrees, the only thing you'll probably need is shades and some Snapple.

Yum, Snapple.

Rah-Rah-Raw-Meat-Dress. No. Just No.

'Lady Gaga' (what a sinfully disyllabic second name, speaks volumes of her aficionados) has always toed the line - in the name of weirdness.
No judgement there. No, really. Weird is good, in my book.

But what weird is too weird?
Enter Lady Gaga.

For a while, I sat and smiled at her harmless outlandish get-ups, smiling because it showed how impressively oblivious she was to others' norms (which I valued) and sitting because the newspaper kept tearing loose.
Big hair, crazy eye-make up, flashy synthetics. Great. great. As long as the she fed her digitally enhanced voice to the world.

But toeing the line is quite different from crossing the line.
Who, seriously, would want to wear a dress of viciously slaughtered animals?
But there she was. Strutting, with meat hanging off herself.
Disgusting.

If that wasn't enough, Kate Walsh later decides to put on a sushi dress. Yet she wore a dress covered with fish guts.
Charming.
And she wonders why Derek Sheppard left her.


But the main point here is not the hideousness of their appearance but the atrocities animals are subjected to, especially to satisfy the whims of humans.
It's stomach-wrenching, nausea-inducing truth that makes me sick.

I hope one day, karma gets a bite of human ass and we see a cow, sporting a very fashionable human dress.
That's unbelievably and cynically bitter.

But once again, humans prove not to make any arguments to elicit sympathy for their side.

Karma is a b*tch.

The Confessions of a Potterholic

Last Post: 21 September 2010
Today's Date: 11 November 2010

What?!

What happened to the proclamation of a broken hiatus?

Shameful, really.

I solemnly swear to spend more time on this blog.

On the bright side, my mantra today is ONE MORE WEEK!

Yes, push together all the holidays on the calender into one giant celebration and you get 18th November 2010. Why? You shouldn't be asking actually. You should know. You do know, don't you?

HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 1 the movie is hitting the big screen at midnight. Woooooo. Yes, yes, yes, It's that time again.
Remember last year? I did book and movie marathons, scavenging YouTube for tantalising scraps thrown by Warner Brothers, reeling us all in, and scoured the Internet for every Potter sign possible.
Crazy? Maybe. Probably. But I'm proud of it :)

ONE MORE WEEEK!!

Seventeen Forever

It's that day of the year again :)
Yes, the one with cakes and multicoloured candles and flourescent balloons that stay afloat even a week later.

Seventeen!

Wow. That's hard to believe. Let's get that in capitals, shall we?

SEVENTEEN!

The message hasn't quite sunk in.
I still haven't shed my seven year old maturity level. This evening I could hardly contain my excitement at my extra large quadruple layered slushie.
Seventeen indeed.

So like last year, my birthday, besides chocolate oozing cakes, has been filled with messing around in school, eating tonnes of ice cream, watching Agnes nearly hug her toy to death, playing around with the best dog in the world, Sirius, and gleefully taking dozens of pictures with the brand new camera.

And to top it up, International Peace Day is catching on quicker. White t-shirt, poems, documentaries and a moment of silence - just a small token of recognition and gratitude. A small yet significant step. :)

And, something that brightened my day - The Ballad of Nearly Headless Nick!
J.K.Rowling is a legend.
Squinting at the tiny print on the images splashed across the middle pages of today's newspaper, I hope to see it published officially. Soon.

Well, well, what do you know.
It's been quite a good day.

Seventeen sounds a bit too soon, growing up too fast.
But it seems to come with a good looking supply of cake.

Mmmm. Cake.

:)