Nowhere Man

by john lennon & paul mccartney

He's a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man,the world is at your command.

He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
lends you a hand.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
you don't know what you're missing
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

va?

vavavavavavavavavavavavavavavavavavava.....vavavavavavavavavavavava.vavavavavavavvavava....VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA








monkey banana




 

Zombies they cometh

Look at the movie 2012. Indeed the world will be coming to an end. But not as people think by natural disaster. No. Zombies. Indeed zombies. Is it any coincidence that a how-to-save-yourself guide in the form of Zombieland just came out??? And how do you figure Woody Harrelson is in both movies.

So yes. Move to a country where you can get lots of guns and better start working on that cardio. Better be ready. Zombies, they cometh.

the obsession

for everything

From broad strokes of imagination,
I am your monster, your horror.
I am you and you are I, one and the same.
You created me, now you will never rid me.
Your need was my hunger,
Now my want is your order,
Don't deny me, no reason trying.
You will never rid me. Never...

memories of midnight

by sidney sheldon

Just finished this book yesterday. Took about a day. It was rather nice but not as nice as the first one. I did not feel the rich texture and the layers that I felt were present in the first book. Felt a bit left wanting more of something which I can't really put my finger on. If it was to use a food analogy, I'd say it satisfied the hunger satisfactorily but was not as delicious as what I hoped. Still the pace of the book was wonderful.

Alright, so. This book was more focused on Constantin Demiris, the Greek billionaire. He was raised from humble beginnings and had to work hard to rise in the world. His hunger was what drove him to succeed and become one of the richest and most powerful man in the world. He controls fleets of ships, aircrafts, properties around the world. Also owns oilfields, and under the table has control of officials, prime ministers and world leaders. This book looks into his dealings with the world and how Constantin is a person who remembers anyone who did him wrong and he pays them back a hundredfold. This is a double edged sword as he also treats people who has done him  right well. For instance a lady who took him in when he was little, was anonymously given a large property.

After the incident with Noelle Page however he starts to become unraveled and becomes an increasingly manic person. This is essentially the story Constantine and his revenge on the memory of Noelle Page.

Peculiarity

by the regular person

Peculiar things happen to peculiar people. Sometimes peculiar things happen to normal people simply because these normal people do not know that they are indeed in themselves peculiar. When you are peculiar you are not likely to think yourself peculiar. You would think the person who is not like me that is peculiar. So by that definition everyone is somewhat peculiar simply because you are not exactly like me and I am not exactly like you. Indeed what peculiar things happening to me might not seem peculiar to me but would seem absolutely peculiar to you. However there are people that fit perfectly the definition of peculiarity for both me and you, for some people are just too darned peculiar to be normal. That is all the people out there staring peculiarly at me.

the messenger

for the infinite

Little castle wings turn to let loose silent dove. No, she lies. No, she flies. Yes, she dives. She dives. She dives...Then she rises. She rises. She rises. Swift a spins. And turns. And turns. And disappears...

Follow the dove. Flutter little wings, wisp an apparition no little too soon, no little too late. Just in time she arrives. Exact time, exact place. Tender sweet cooing clear and crisp. Not comprehending yet understanding. Return whence you come to your infinite seclusion.

She soars to yonder whilst the rest slumber. Stopped  a sudden by the sharp, strong and wicked. Wringing her neck, she struggles. And struggles. Free you are no more. Gasp for air, gasp for life. She dies. You die. All of yourself dead. Rejoice, rejoice for she is dead. Dead as dead.

Alas no end, for end. Rebirth, reborn, reincarnate. She returns living sure as death. For what once alive cannot truly perish. Again she flies. And dives. And rises. And disappears...to hers infinite seclusion.

the other side of midnight

by sidney sheldon

This book revolves around 2 women, Noelle Page and Catherine Alexander. Noelle is a girl from Marseille and Catherine an American. They have rather different upbringings but their lives eventually were intertwined when they at different times had fell in love with the same man, Larry Douglas. This story is set pre WWII to just post WWII.

Noelle is bent on revenge as Larry did not come back for her in Paris after agreeing to marry her and getting her pregnant. Noelle begins her revenge by killing the baby in her which she deems a part of Larry. She does not straight away get an abortion but waits 3 months whence the fetus would have already fully developed to know and feel things. After which she begins her plan of revenge on Larry by going on the path of being a successful actress to lure back Larry.

Catherine in the meantime is in American having moved to Washington to work in politics. She was assigned to manage a war effort movie to recruit the younger generation. There she meets RAF pilot Larry Douglas, where they fall in love and get married.

Noelle then becomes a very popular actress and becomes social royalty where she meets one of the wealthiest and most powerful man in the world, Constantine Demeris. She becomes his mistress and she begins her plan of revenge on Larry which leads to the intertwining of these three lives.

This book is very nice and wonderful. It is set in France, America and Greece. Very wonderful characters. Some twists that I did not see coming but in all honesty did not like to see coming. Also, did not want it to come. But it did and in the end the results are bittersweet. As a whole the book is riveting, took me 2-3 days to read. Now looking forward to the second book Memories of Midnight. I love Sidney Sheldon and will read everything he has written.

Sweeney Todd

the demon barber of Fleet Street

Just went to see this play, it was a musical. Very very nice. The theatre was packed and the play was for about 2.5 hours. I especially loved the boy, Pirelli's assistant. He was a bit over dramatic but it was funny. Amazing to see they can sing so nicely without any mics or anything. Sweeney was pretty scary. There were some bits that were not in the movie I think, well at least more subtly portrayed in the movie I think. Like how the judge actually wanted the girl for himself. Overall, the play was wonderful and I'll go to Roleystone again because the theatre is very nice as well. Details below

Music and Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, book by Hugh Wheeler
Directed by Stephen Carr and Musical Direction by Matt Austin

Nov 13, 14, 18, 20, 21,25, 27, 28 Dec 2, 4, 5 (2009)

A macabre tragi-comedy based on the legend of a half-mad 19th century English barber. He is driven to crime when an evil judge takes his wife and child from him. Unjustly imprisoned, Todd eventually escapes and vows to bring justice not only to the judge who destroyed his world, but also to all the people of London. To this end, he forms a cutthroat partnership with Mrs Lovett, an enterprising mistress whose meat pies are to die for!

Cast
Sweeny Todd - Scott Burns
Mrs Lovett - Lindsay McNab
Toby - Tim How
Judge Turpin - Paul Treasure
Beedle Bamford - Peter "Pear" Carr
Johanna - Cassie Skinner
Anthony - Owen Measday
Pirelli - Manuao Teaotonga
Begger Woman - Casey Edwards
Fogg - Leo Downsborough
Male Chorus - Warren Bracken, Allan O'Neil, Morgan Philips, Ben Steele, Leo Downsborough
Female Chorus - Sarah Cosstick, Ellen Brooks, Jacqui Keogh, Emily Tompson, Kate Jones, Tara Joyce, Sam Warn

Discontent

by the constantly abhorrent mind

Sleep that gives no rest
I sleep a lot, I sleep just plenty.
When I awake, I feel I didn't get any.
Walk around in a daze that is hazy,
Some might think I'm just plain lazy.

Food that does not fill
I eat a lot, I eat just plenty,
But after a while, I still get hungry.
Thinking of food tasty and yummy,
Caving to cravings just makes me sickly.

Work that brings no fulfillment
I work a lot, I work just plenty,
Taking all my time, I'm not left with any.
Stress so much that the brain's gone kooky,
What I have to show is nonentity.

Play that provides no pleasure
I play a lot, I play just plenty,
Still I want more, never saying enough already.
Activities of multitude and great variety,
Blissful moments, though not really happy.

Misery that has no meaning
I'm miserable a lot, I'm miserable just plenty,
Why this is so, the reasons escape me.
Persistent discontent leaves me perpetually gloomy,
Might one day drive to sheer lunacy.

Canal

by Lawrence

My Hole

by George the Mole

My name is George, I am a mole. I live in my hole, it is next to the patch of purple tulips. I like my hole. It is cool and damp during the day but also warm and comfortable during the night. Do not ask me why this is so, it is my hole and it is perfect. Perhaps it is because I am special and that is why I got the greatest  hole there is. I love my hole, no other hole like it.

The Naked Face

by Sidney Sheldon

Finished reading this book on Sunday. Pretty good read but lacking a little of the excitement of his latter books. This was the first book written by Sidney. The progression of characters is a little jagged at times. Also, the growth of the antagonist was not very well-established. But as a whole a wonderful adventure, that was at times frustrating. You really feel for the character of what the hell is really going on, is it in his head or is it really going on. Feels like John Katzenbach's The Analyst, another book which I loved very much. That was more mental though, this was with more grit.

I do not Comprehend

of  limited headspace and logic
 
What?
Why?
How?
Who?
Where?
I don't know...But I feel like bashing your head in to find out.
Not that it helps, just makes me feel better. : )

How To Write & Market Your Mystery Novel

by Jean Hager

Finished reading this book over the last few days. Just reinforced the points on the previous book I read. The points given are very good. I think it works well as a quick guide to what to do and not do. The examples however I feel are not very good. But as a whole, good for quick reference to keep my writing on the right track.

Alice in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

Went to see this play on the Saturday afternoon. This was one weird play. Not like the regular play in the theater. Moved across four locations. Surprised when Alice first came out of the theater and started talking. Thus the play started. Then we were led to a room where they acted the scene where Alice just got into Wonderland. Then we moved on to the tea with the Mad Hatter. Following that the croquet game with the Queen of Hearts. Lastly, Alice meeting some other odd characters in the main theater hall. Ending with Alice waking up from her dream but all the wacky characters still around.

Well, the play was mostly with parents and kids. I guess because Alice in Wonderland is for kids. The weird set up of this play, I have to be honest, at first I was apprehensive on where all this was going. Progressing on though, I absolutely enjoyed the play. The weirdness left my mouth hanging open at times. I think only kids and people with a peculiar intellect will enjoy this. Felt like I was getting high from watching the play because everything was just so out of whack.

Shapes

by their sucky nature

Why am I a square?
It's so boring to be symmetrical.
So many squares around.
This is no good, just no good at all.

I'll try being a circle.
Whoa whoa whoa, I'm tipping over.
Oh crap! Why am I rolling??
Stop this moving,
I might actually go somewhere.
This is no good, just no good at all.

How about a hexagon.
More corners than a square.
And I won't roll around all silly-like.
Wait, why not more corners.
Allright, some more. And more! And more!!!
Shit, I'm a circle again.

Okay.
I will simplify, I will be a triangle.
No, that's not simple enough.
I will be a line, two ends.
No even simpler, I will be a dot!
Crap, I'm a circle again.

Screw it.
I'll go back to being a square.
Shapes stink.

How NOT To Write A Novel

by Sandera Newman and Howard Mittelmark

Just finished reading this book on how not to write a novel. Interesting reading of all the things taken for granted when you read a novel. I guess when you read a good novel the author puts in lots of effort to make it read effortlessly.

I understand all the pitfalls now but kind of hard to hold them in my head when I am writing. So probably that's where rewriting comes in. Overall, this book has been much help in highlighting the obvious mistakes.

and then there were none

by Agatha Christie

Just went to a play yesterday evening at Stirling Players. An adaptation of the novel. Second play I've ever been to, first one in Perth. I think it was great, the acting was good and I love the story. Only they changes the ending a bit because I think the actual ending is harder to act now and perhaps less cheerful. Hope to see more plays soon.

I Don't Like This Game

A long hallway quaintly lit with warm yellow light complements the cream-colored wallpaper. Soft thuds follow delicate footsteps pressing down on the soft woolen carpet. A slim figure moves at a steady pace with slight swishing from the red and white polka dot dress against the ground. Finally stopping in front of a door, similar to the rest of the whitewashed wooden doors lining the hallway. Her left hand reaches to turn the brass knob.

The openning door reveals a well-lit bedroom. She walks towards the antique dresser and puts on a record. Stringed orchestral music fill the space. Looking into the mirror, she corrects a curl of her blonde hair. She then checks her makeup. A slim oval face, fair and smooth accentuated by slight pink blush. She powders her delicate button nose. Lips slightly smudged which she corrects with a peach-colored lipstick. Looking behind her shoulder, an imposing figure lay silent on her posted bed. She carefully makes her way towards it. The figure lays sprawled wide on the bed, facing upward. A man of about 30 years, short brown hair and slightly unshaven.

The female figure climbs onto the bed, sits atop the man and slaps him across the face. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she says with a sweet smile.

The man groggily stirs and finds himself staring up at this beautiful creature. His face still searing. He tries to speak but find his speech muffled. He reaches at his mouth. Bits of thick thread has sewn them shut. Peach lipstick smudging the edges. The man struggles in desperation. The female figure pulls an overhanging rope hard, and the man's limbs are jerked hard towards the four corners of the bed. Then ties the rope securely against one of the posts.

"Shhhh...honey, be silent now." She reaches under the bed and pulls out a small kitchen knife. The knife's blunt edge runs along the buttons of the man's white cotton shirt. She pulls the buttons out one a time revealing his strong chest and abdominals.

"Let's play doctor. This time I will be the doctor. You can be the patient." She kisses the man softly on his sewn lips and flashes a sweet smile. The man thrashes from side to side trying to break free. To no avail.

She presses the side of the knife on his face. Cold steel runs a shiver across his body. She slowly tracks from his face down to his neck and finally reaching the center of his chest. Now turning the knife on its tip, the pointed edge presses against the man's chest. She softly pokes him, him with wide eyes staring at her and the knife. She slowly applies more pressure, holding the knife with both her dainty hands. Gradually laying her whole body weight, the knife slowly plunges into the man's chest. Dark red blood splurges on the polka dot dress. The man gives out a muffled cry.

"Something is wrong with your heart." She then drags the knife to the right, carving out the left chest cavity and leaves the knife stuck. Holding the edge of the chest piece, forcing it open. There lay the beating heart, pumping hard. She puts her left hand over the heart and grips firmly. The man breathes excessively with nostrils flaring trying to get more air. She starts to slice through the arteries connected to the heart, one by one. More blood oozes with every severed artery.

With the last artery cut, wide vacant eyes stare back at her. She pulls out the heart and throws it into the metal bin.

"There, all fixed."

 Flipping herself beside the body and letting out a great sigh of contentment. With the record still playing, she drifts into slumber. Bedtime.

the other side of me

by Sidney Sheldon

Just finished this book last night. It is about Sidney Sheldon's life, from his upbringing to working on Broadway, movies, TV and finally books. Very good read and a very fascinating life.

Bubbles

of Dreams

Focus drift to nothingness,
Where to nobody knows,
All lost in the emptiness,
Veil of nightlight begins to grow

Limbo between real and imaginary,
Wisp into incandescent thoughts,
Images of the foreign and known,
Gleaming through the bubbly glow

I stand in a tropical paradise,
Discovering life from new perspectives,
Into the limitless sky,
Spread my wings and soar

Flying over foreign land,
Finally arriving in winter wonderland,
Lightly arriving on soft snow,
Christmas town lights up as night approach

Orange glow brings warmth and comfort,
People dear and foreign all as one,
Joy and celebration erupts,
Festivities here there all around


Alas the bubble bursts and reforms,
Into a murky grey...


The crowd subsides as they had come,
Shifting into shadows that never were,
Darkness stretches to consume all,
In the hollows and corners,
Emerge the horrors and dark things,
They wish to touch,
Long to consume

My escape begins,
Where once flight was possible,
Weight now drags the wings,
Flittering bursts reduced to strenuous strides,
Darkness comes to take me,
Approaching slowly but surely


Persistence brings fruition,
The dark bubble bursts into blinding light,
White subsides restoring focus...


Laying in place perfect silence,
Green fields and blue skies,
A single park bench by a shady tree,
I sit there wondering of questions

Staring at my shoe laces,
Brings pleasure and calmness,
Though nothing comes to mind,
Only silent contemplation

Nothing wanting nothing suffered,
Bending backwards over the bench,
Looking behind beholds the sun,
Hiding behind candy clouds

Dancing across view a single bird,
Perching atop the single tree,
Singing melodies honey sweet,
Floating into serenity


Haze lifts into the bright morning,
Soft bed and thick quilt beckons me to stay,
Return dear one to the bubbles,
Tugging at slipping strands,
Alas they are lost to the day..

Little Birdy

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Winding Paths

of life's journey and its challenges

Dead as dead can be,
nothing left in me but a broken body,
Not wanting to rot here,
so dredging on in monotonous motion,
wishing for fulfilment

Foggy is the road ahead,
Out in the distance,
a mountain looms across the horizon,
how long I would take to reach the foot,
difficult to tell...

Reminiscence of the roads past,
how beautiful the times and places,
the sights and the spaces,
why won't the days past come back,
replace the present

...Back on the road of reality,
and think anew the road ahead,
a mountain not worth climbing,
if to just reach the peak,
what of the peaks and valleys,
nook and crannies,
without which there is no mountain,
without which life is not worth living.

Hello...Goodbye

About our relationship with Mother Earth


There lies the first and the last,
The beginning and the end

The whole can never be explained,
Only glimpses into your elegance,
Your existence simple yet unknown,
Your secrets never fully understood

My undertaking brings us closer,
Closer to your end,
The thirst never quenched,
The need never satisfied,
At the last your likely demise,
Which is my suicide

I say I care I really do,
Though when words require action,
It cannot be further from truth,
Hypocrite I may be,
So too are many others I'm sure,
Why should I do anything if they do nothing too

So we die together,
In each other's embrace,
The day is gone,
Too late to be saved,
There will be no sadness,
No pleading for mercy,
For we brought it on ourselves,
This sorrowful misery