Flock of sheep (not a christian reference)

Hello, my good fellows! Alright, it doesn't rhyme as well as last week but it rhymes. That's not really important though, I'm merely making slight, insignificant observations to procrastinate my time and yours too. Oh, burn me on a stake if you wish. It doesn't take that much time for you to read my blog, does it? Not to mention that there is such an enigma called 'freedom of choice'. Why enigma, you may ask? Well, it seems that more and more people are getting sucked into the black hole called 'peer pressure'. I mean, I do understand that it's easy to succumb to but why forsake your own identity to follow the crowd? It's silly and absurd to think that there are people who change and act differently just to be accepted. Why can't they decide for themselves instead of acting like a sheep and following the rest of the flock? Another enigma that they should know about is individualism. Yes, it exists. You don't have to fuse identities with your bestie (god, i hate that word) and become another person. Utterly nonsensical! Alright, I promised I wouldn't rant on this blog because it annoys me-this rant doesn't count- so I shall stop here. Oh yes, movie pick of the week is a little unknown French film called "Incendies" First of all, I literally had a "Oh Lordy" moment at the end. Look at me , I'm getting ahead of myself. Well, long story short, a pair of twins go in search of their father and brother in the Middle East in accordance with their mother's last wishes. As they dig deeper, they soon discover a secret that will alter their lives. I know it sounds a tad cliche but go it's worth watching just for that twist in the end. I feel like posting a spoiler here and revealing the twist but then you wouldn't watch it. So, you can get it at any DVD shop (I'm not promoting piracy) for RM7. Buy it, watch it and share your thoughts. I'm starting to sound like an Oreo ad. I have legitimate reason to stop typing. Goodbye

Triangle head

Hola, señora! Hey, it rhymes. I don't really know what to say this week. Actually? I never really have a clear topic in mind when I post... I just keep on typing and hopefully something will string itself together. I'm such an amazing planner, right? Anyway, pn lim was explaining that babies that were vacuumed out when they are born have a triangular shaped head. Well, seeing as I was vacuumed out, I naturally started feeling my head for signs of deformity. Unfortunately, pn lim saw and asked me, loudly in front of the whole class "Nicole, were you sucked out?" Great. Now Lisa calls me triangle head. Thanks, really appreciate it. Ok, nothing else happened much..there, there, nic. Your life will be more exciting next week. Oh, there's an 8 year old little boy in the chempaka orphanage who just started school but lacks school supplies. If you have some time, please donate some pencil boxes or school bags. I know philanthropy is overrated but you don't have to emulate Bill Gates and build a couple of schools..just donate a couple of school supplies. Alright, that's it for now. Signing off, triangle head.

Contemplation for the foolish

Hello dear followers! Although I've nothing interesting to say today, I shall post because it's mandatory. How do people get the inspiration to post religiously every week? These people honestly have too much to say...such strange creatures. Well..while I'm cracking my head open trying to think of something worthwhile to post here, I'll elaborate a little about my holiday week. Let's see, I went out and had fun and didn't do anything remotely productive. It was a great week! Oh, I found something from the deep recesses of my mind to fill the space with. I'm still contemplating as to whether I should join the Dublin literary competition. Yes, I know the dateline's early April and yes, I'm still debating as to whether I should. It's not because I tried once and didn't win that's holding me back. I'm not afraid of failure, only conspiracies. So unless it's a conspiracy preventing me from partaking, I guess I might join. Hmm, going to Ireland is quite a delectable prospect. Oh wait, are there conspiracies in Ireland? *ahem* IRA *ahem* Great, another dilemma...

Paris is most beautiful in the rain

Bonjour, my ardent devotees! Alright, you don't have to worship me that much, just enough to feed my deflated ego. After last week's unexpected midweek post, I'm back to my procrastinating ways and blogging during the weekend. Rejoice, for I now no longer have to feign being hardworking anymore! After all, being hardworking doesn't really become me. Being lackadaisical is more of my niche. Ok, on to an interesting discovery I found in an online journal. Apparently- well, according to the research anyway- if you are a woman with a size C cup (you know what I mean), if you run fast enough, your *ahem* will actually oscillate with enough speed and generate enough power to charge an ipad. Now,as to whether this particular piece of news is fact or fiction, I can't guarantee. All I know is that we females are environmentally friendly even without trying. Seeing that I've shared this inappropriately humorous discovery, on to the next segment of my (interesting) journal; Movie of The Week! I've just watched Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris", you know, the one that won an Oscar for original screenplay. Firstly, I do have to say that it's an amazingly surreal movie. Every few years, Woody Allen produces these mini masterpieces for our viewing pleasure but I've to say his greatest feat is definitely managing to transform Owen Wilson into a credible leading man. From "Starsky and Hutch" to Woody Allen material? Owen Wilson, where have you been hiding this whole time? I immediately fell in love with the movie during the first opening scenes, where they showed the streets of Paris veiled by soft, misty rain. It was wonderful, to say the least. Well, after the movie, I started to think how thrilling it would be if I could return to Paris in the 1920's, just like the protagonist, and meet my literary idols. Personally, there are two eras I'd like to visit. The first being Paris in the 1920's, in the Golden Bourgeois age of Paris. Oh, the thought of meeting Wilde and Hemingway and Fitzgerald! Another era which intrigues me is U.S.A in the 1970's, in the heart of the hippie movement and student unions, protesting outside the White House against the Vietnam War. I'd get to hang out with Bob Dylan, Patti Smith and Janis Joplin. It is escapism for the idle dreamer. Before I end my insignificant remblings, I pose this question to you, "If you had the oppurtunity to travel back in time, which era would you like to live through?" Cheers, the inspired francophile.