Untitled

Get a job. Walk to work. Wear a suit and brown glossy shoes. Paint your nails. Wear black. Never wear black. Lipstains on your paper cups, heavy mugs. Scribble poetry in business meetings. Whistle in the elevator. Smile on the subway (it’ll scare them away). Cut your hair. Pin it in curls. Take cold showers. Never shower. Wear five dollar perfume. Stop reading magazines. Lie about politics. Change your name. Buy watercolors. Primary colors. Work in black and white. Take pictures. Stop seeing. Listen to buried records. Listen to silence. Pack your bags. Donate everything. Step into new shoes. Update your passport. Leave this city. Leave this state. Leave this country. Never look back. Learn a new language. Fall in love. Break your heart. Break a bone. Watch death. Touch old things. Lose a friend. Lose yourself. Lose 10 pounds. Lose a parent. Change. Forget. Never forget. Wear black. Never wear black. Lipstick. Night air. Tangerines and overripe plums. Touch your toes. Touch your lips. Touch your heart and break it in half. Pack your bags.

- paintedfiction

Days from now…

1 day from now: I’m going to the Caprice Festival in Crans Montana with Romaine!

3 days from now: I’ll be busy making the table placemats

11 days from now: my mom and sister will arrive in Zürich (yay!)

12 days from now: I’m gonna make sure everything is perfect for my wedding

13 days from now: I will be married

14 days from now: our wedding reception!

17 days from now: my mom and sister will be leaving for Singapore (boo hoo hoo…) but I will be in Paris! (yahoo!)

Then I don’t know what I’ll be up to after the honeymoon.

The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest

On April 1, 1957 the British news show Panorama broadcast a three-minute segment about a bumper spaghetti harvest in southern Switzerland. The success of the crop was attributed both to an unusually mild winter and to the “virtual disappearance of the spaghetti weevil.” The audience heard Richard Dimbleby, the show’s highly respected anchor, discussing the details of the spaghetti crop as they watched video footage of a Swiss family pulling pasta off spaghetti trees and placing it into baskets. The segment concluded with the assurance that, “For those who love this dish, there’s nothing like real, home-grown spaghetti.”

The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest hoax generated an enormous response. Hundreds of people phoned the BBC wanting to know how they could grow their own spaghetti tree. To this query the BBC diplomatically replied, “Place a sprig of spaghetti in a tin of tomato sauce and hope for the best.”

To this day the Panorama broadcast remains one of the most famous and popular April Fool’s Day hoaxes of all time. It is also believed to be the first time the medium of television was used to stage an April Fool’s Day hoax.

Credits: http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/archive/permalink/the_swiss_spaghetti_harvest/

Click HERE to watch the video.

Things that I’d REALLY like to do to make my life meaningful

Previously, I’ve dedicated an entry about ‘50 things to do before you die’. Then I woke up this morning and realized that I don’t really like how it sounds. Kinda makes me feel like I’ll die after completing the 50 things. So I deleted that entry and decided to replace it with this one instead.

In no particular order, I present to you, some of the things that i’d REALLY like to do to make my life meaningful:-

  • get married (technically, I’m still single until the 23rd of April so I’ll cancel this off after the BIG day)
  • invite my mom to the Keukenhof in Spring
  • dive with whale sharks
  • dive in the Great Barrier Reef
  • see the Great Pyramids of Giza
  • watch a volcano eruption
  • set foot on each of the seven continents so I can call myself a World Traveler (4 to go; North America, South America, Africa & Antarctica)
  • publish a photo book about my travels
  • publish my own cookbook
  • run a little knick-knack shop selling things I’ve acquired from the travels
  • teach English in a foreign country (1st step: get CPE)
  • watch Metallica live in a concert
  • skydive (once I get over my fear of heights)
  • fly in a hot air balloon (see: sky-diving)
  • be multilingual
  • be a good wife
  • make babies someday
  • watch Cirque du Soleil live
  • visit Ireland
  • visit Tibet

Can’t think of more now but there you have it. The list of things that I’d really like to do. It’ll add up in time to come. What’s yours?

My ’sub-reality’

Every night before I fall asleep, as soon as the lights are off, I would close my eyes and slip into a moment I call ‘The Dream’. This is the period in between my full consciousness until I drift away to another ’sub-reality’. It could last anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour or even more and this is the time when I would allow myself to let my imagination soar high above the possibilities in my reality. We’ll get to ‘my’ reality another time.

Today, I would like to share with you a part of my conscious dreams. The dreams that I made-up to ease away the harsh and cruel life.

As soon as I shut my eyes, my world would transform where I would have an orange bobbed hair in a sunshine yellow dress. Equipped with white ankle-length lacy socks and shiny yellow Mary-Janes, I am able to fly. Oh, and I am VERY happy too! There would always be a smile on my face. I am forever 12 and go everywhere with a sidekick, my pet cat. A white fluffy fat cat. Now don’t you dare laugh! I know it sounds utterly impossible but that’s how it is supposed to be! A dream is not meant to be all realistic anyway. So you are allowed to envision yourself in any way you want.

So I can fly.

I am on top of a tall building in a busy metropolis during sunset waiting for my call of duty to save yet another poor sucker from getting mugged…

Okay, I can’t elaborate any further than that because each night, I would fall asleep without getting to the end of my story. And that’s because I would start the scenario where I would appear on the helipad over and over again just to make sure that the scene is perfect. For example, there would a checklist…

bright yellow ribbon on my hair : checked

dark kohled eyes and thick eyelashes : checked

a slingshot (my weapon of mass destruction) : checked

Blah blah blah…

You get the idea now? THAT is why I had to repeat the scene and just before I can ever thought of any endings, I would drift away in yet another peaceful sleep with more dreams.

I’ll try to think of an ending soon though, because I can’t wait to make-up another bedtime story. And when I do, I’ll let you know. :-P

Content Protected Using Blog Protector By: PcDrome.