Stayed home. Reikied myself. Slept and slept somemore.
Will not talk about the same topic of neurosion again.
I think so much and do so little.

On a good note, let me count the ways i have been good.

Read "Freakonomics" which was fun, Levitt Harvard "rogue economist"
cool bk. lots of curious links. Liked it plenty. Read it so fast, perhaps i shouldn't have bought it. But perhaps i can re read it and loan it out.
First economics related material i've read since the wall street journal and the financial times, toilet reading at lynwood grove. tried to forec myself to read the economist, but that was dry aplenty.

Women's Magazines. Cosmo & Female. I even bought Elle Decor but that qualifies as work-related research and benchmarking.

Hmmm. Is there much to learn there, from le women maggies? Same ol'stories. Tales of love and glory.

Love thyself. Be uninhibited. Eat well, exercise. Trends and fashions. but i am pro classic. Like the cosmo ads. Every second page is an ad. And i want a pair of silver thong slippers, uber dainty and cool.

No shoes fit my achy feet. To borrow a phrase, i am "Landsick". Maybe i belong to the water now. Swum twice in a row, thinking of going swimming today too. Really don't like the old man crowd. And i want to get myself the black bikini i saw.
Want, want, want, but do i need it? No.

At first sight, and trial i thought i found the one for me. At last. A song exploded in my trillon pink cells, when i saw those shoes, it was as if i had dreamt them into life...and i wasn't even looking...they looked like they would love my feet, be kind to those achy, tortured feet, and my feet were eager to try them on.

Bought that pair of soft boots with gentle sloping heel but no freaking avail, cos after walking about orchard with Ink, even with him toting my bag, my hip and lower back began to shoot out warning signs...

Am not pleased. Not pleased at all.
life with out high heels.

Sigh.

Ink was really nice. He and Eef have a three year plan headed towards marriage. Whoa, my bro is growing up! he loves horror, but i hate it, abhor it, the images stick in my head.

In the end we compromised on "Mysterious Skin".

Freaking intense, and Neil the main character described by his eyelined, metal goth clown crushee as "the planet around which we the moons orbit". Cruel & beautiful. So cruel.

The bathroom scene was so painful, watching Neil being clobbered by a bottle of Johnson's Baby Shampoo by that militant "suck it, you Whore!" gi joe.

Ink thought it was a UFO show initially.
Kinda. Well, i walked out disturbed and affected.
Felt terribly sad for the poor boy with his huge aviator glasses.
Damn good film, extremely good acting.

So human. So tough. So real.


Sunday was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Day! I love the Oompa Loompas!!!!!!! Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka reminded me of Michael Jackson.
yea, this is "deliriously happy"

Spent alot of time lying in bed, looking at my tarot cards for some direction.

Approach: Hermit
The Major Arcana were evoked. The Sun & Justice
outcome looks favorable.

Aunts back. Back to focus. Just one more J. Just one more to go.