Midweek experiment...

Night out midweek is great,
but in the days after is tough to be sedate,
so now it's time to experiment,
what will be a good replacement
instead to have fun wt your mate.

Would staying in beat that going out-
if horror movies night was about?
well, if there's anything to be learned
as far as horror movies are concerned,
they are rather good for you to make sauerkraut!

 *g* 
back to work brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The morning after the humpyish day...

They say that wednesday is a hump day,
let's drink for the midweek and dash away,
heading to the work-free weekend,
babbling about topics in trend,
and giggling over some fun hearsay.

So time silently flew,
a pint become two before you knew,
getting home and crashed was easy,
the pain was getting up dizzy-woozy,
and facing the works still due.


work is the curse of the drinking
Oskar Wilde

Intouchables ...

I haven't laughed this much lately,
such a fun must-see comedy definitely,
honest, emotional and comical,
brilliant casts for characters so whimsical,
i'll go see it again - absolutely!

... the French surely know how to have fun :)

The Ides of March .. (Why I love dogs...)

Thought i'd watch Mr. Clooney,
give my eyes sweet-treat like honey,
but i walked out the movie,
feeling not really  groovy,
an insight was right on the money.

That at the end of the day,
i had to listen to myself when i say,
it's all about individual interests,
friendship - loyalty - whatever you think dearest,
matter naught when interests come to play.

Well, Ryan Gosling was the real feast for the eyes there :))

There's hardly friendship (with human, anyway) just for the sake of it 
without personal interests. 
For human, without  personal interest  being served - everything is  disposable.
Human is just that egoistical inglorious bast****.


Das mir mein Hund das Liebste sei, 
sagst du oh Mensch sei Sünde. 
Mein Hund ist mir im Sturme treu, 
der Mensch nichtmal im Winde.
(That my dog is the dearest to me,
you say oh human, is sin.
My dog stays faithfuly in the storm,
men not even in the wind.
-Franz von Assisi-

One thing i (don't really) want the world to know about me ..

is that i really really like this guy,

who could write and sing songs that makes me high,

sometimes even cry or hum along the happy beat,

cheering with my tapping feet,

and drawn to heart-melting words as sweet as pie.

yeah i love Phil Collins!!

.. this one reminds me when you took me to the cinema, papa..

.. and i cried on this Tarzan's song ..

40 days ...

It's 40 days since you're gone,
this morning i watched the dawn,
whispering my little prayer,
hope you like it up there,
hope someday again we'll share tea and scone.

enjoy and rest well, papa ...
please do let mama and tante S know that I miss them so

Papa...

I remember those days when,
for hours we watched those videos of swordsmen.
The days when i was the luckiest little girl,
carried on your back for a fun whirl,
you were my hero back then.

Years and miles away today,
they just said you've gone away,
the world just stood still awhile,
and agony crept like a reptile,
with memories as sweet as sundae.

why didnt we get to say goodbye, papa...