Appetite
Twiddling with my thumbs as I count down the hours of this lazy Sunday evening..weather has been nothing short of a boiler room and the passing evening shower was nothing short of a mirage realised in the crawling heat..
Picking a movie to watch seems so much harder these days as I have become less forgiving of silly flicks but yet, there are the occasional gems among the hodgepodge... So much so for an eclectic taste, uh huh ... On that note, I have just watched Ratatouille and at the risk of sounding clichéd, it was indeed refreshingly tasty, both to the tongue and imagination.
For those who diss the world of animation, I say give this film a go and you might be surprised. I was a cynic who came out wishing I did have a rat to teach me how to cook. Ah, I doubt any can resist the lights of Paris and delight of French cuisine..
'Bon appetit!' Words I wish to proclaim but not quite, not quite yet anyway...
On the subject of cooking, however, it remains another one of those life-long resolutions which remain pinned on the new year's list and recycled over and over again with more regret and remorse over one's inactivity..
I sit and listen to the rain....
Hazy
One more step before the finale, one more long step... A surreal life that promises so much but yet fulfils so little, perhaps a gap too far to bridge?
The song, 'Santa Monica', plays softly in the background and breaks my reverie... I can still vividly recall those moments where I reach for her but she slips out of my touch... We agreed that this will be for the best... In my hazy memories, she departs with a longing look and flushed cheeks... I guess, this might just be best, for now...
Stormy skies, dark clouds and torrential downpour...With some hope, things might just brighten up, soon... Let me slip back into that reverie and relive that cherished moment... maybe?
Santa Monica, Savage Garden
In Santa Monica in the winter timeThe lazy streets so undemandingI walk into the crowdIn Santa Monica you get yourCoffee fromThe coolest places on thePromenadeWhere people dress just soBeauty so unavoidable everywhereYou turnIts there I sit and wonder what am iDoing hereBut on the telephone line iAm anyoneI am anything I want to beI could be a super model orNorman MailerAnd you wouldn't know theDifferenceOr would youIn Santa Monica all the people gotModern namesLike Jake or MandyAnd modern bodies tooIn Santa Monica on the boulevardYou'll have to dodge thoseIn line skatersOr they'll knock you downI never felt so lonelyNever felt so out of placeI never wanted something moreThan thisBut on the telephone line iAm anyoneI am anything I want to beI could be a super model orNorman mailerAnd you wouldn't know theDifferenceOn the telephone line I amAny heightI am any age I want to beI could be a caped crusader orSpace invaderAnd you wouldn't knowThe differenceOr would you
California awaits the true believer...perhaps? Any subscriptions?
