Monday, March 29, 2010
Alice in the wonderland
Alice (Mia something her name is... ) what amazing hair she had.. locks of curls! It made her look so gorgeous! But she was portrayed as some super confused personality till the end ( Like Trisha in VTV! =P) the whole china thing is crap if there isn't going to be any sequel to it.
Hatter is the saviour! Johnny Depp was amazing, as always except for his non-human looking eyes. but even with that, he did manage to pull off a very moving scene towards the end.
Anne Hathway, ah my all time favourite! Sadly she was too fake in this. She needn't have tried so much with the "I am floating" look. And seriously with the pale look as white queen, makeup designers really should have opted against the contrasting lips and brows, because it makes her look ridiculous!
overall, its not bad a watch. I give it a 6 for 10.
Asian lecipe
the chef was Japanese, and very nice,
he cooked me Thai risotto with Korean vinaigrette,
it tasted like an Asian Paradise.
I begged him for the recipe, he looked at me in vain,
and waved an arm to somewhere East and South,
his semaphore of gestures told the story straight and plain,
this dish was handed down from mouth to mouth.
Although he spoke atrociously, I memorized each word,
then jumped upon a plane and headed west,
the owner of a recipe no western man had heard,
I couldn’t wait to put it to the test.
My kitchen was a work of art, a European brand,
a Swedish stove the best that one could buy,
four hotplates flown from Finland in this cooking wonderland,
with microwave and fryer from Shanghai.
I conjured up the words that he had told me with a grin,
then looked through all my cupboards with no joy,
apparently, I didn’t have the right stuff to begin,
and couldn’t find some Paks or any Choy.
I didn’t have the lice that was the basis of the dish,
no rhyme juice could be found, or cully splout,
I found a can of tuna – but I had no Jerry Fish,
and shitty yucky mushrooms? I was out.
I had no bloody brackbeen sauce, no reeks or rotus reaf,
no remmon glass in bottles, bags or canned,
my kaffir rhyme was out of stock, the toe few brought me grief,
and kneecap maniss wouldn’t raise its hand.
I had no stinking cheery sauce, was out of cully crove,
I didn’t see a laddish anywhere,
my brand-new wok stayed empty, and I didn’t need the stove,
for special Asian food, my cupboard bare.
A two-hour search had yielded me some Chinese soya sauce,
some tuna and one measly coconut,
but all this food talk made me famished – I could eat a horse,
I grabbed the phone and rang the Pizza Hut!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Problem-free... dream on!
how nice if i can transform to a new born baby again..sleeping peacefully and nothing at all to worry...Hmmmmmm..
wait.. wth who said babies have nothing to worry about? ...1. I would like some variety in my menu!!
2. which super huge hands is going to come pinch me next!
3. why do these uncles with huge moustache come this close to my cradle and traumatize me!
4. (exclusively baby boys) Heck u think its funny dont ya to watch me toddle around with a pink ballet dress and pink shoes to go with it! now dont blame for if i am confused about my sexual preference in future!
This doesnt only apply to miss whishwhush but everyone indeed. The point is, all of us suffer from problems .. but after a point of time, we just learn to live with them. If we were to lead a prob-free life, trust me its going to be bland and super dull. Imagine u plan something, and everything goes EXACTLY as per the plan! how annoying is that! so spiceless!
So invite dramas with open hands =P