New Year Resolution no#1

My plan for 2011 is to become fidgety, it's a whole Zen 'ants in my pants' philosophy to life. While remaining calm and focused I plan on moving and shifting it (It mainly being my bum). So the general public are welcome to the occasional prodding and cracking of the whip if they see me dawdling for too long in the same position... The above poster is intentionally extra big so as not to miss it, it is hung up in my office and will be plastered on my fridge door this afternoon!

a window into a cat's mind...

Water

Rain, the slow pitter patter. Lightening flashing searching the skies.

Pitter patter turning to a storm, a rush of water to a flood. Clearing, canceling out the summer dust and air.

Thunder waking up the world, raging, electrifying and energising. Not calming in the least.

Outside looks like the sky's hung a huge disco ball.

Downpour lashing at the window panes, it's better indoors.

Faster, more intense, gushing mercilessly, with no end in sight. Weather I feel your pain, your plight.

Now a shower, then a trickle, moving on, disco ball still flashing, lighting up the neighbourhood.

Moving on, going back to sleep.



(image: http://blogs.eveningsun.com/sportingword/rain.jpg)

Corners

Corners, not always a good place to be, especially when we back ourselves into one and have no escape route planned. 

Standing in a corner facing the wall, crying. Corners, not reassuring in the least. 

Wide awake at 5am contemplating corners, not a good place to be. 

Corners, emotionally stifling.

(Image from http://weheartit.com/tag/x007)

Banned Oil Ad - Amnesty International, UK

Porn the Musical

Tomorrow a Maltese produced work of art, Porn the Musical, will be shown from the 7th April to the 1st May 2010 at Theatre 503, London, UK. I saw this a few months ago and can honestly say I laughed till I cried! I had gone along just to offer moral support to a friend and ended up loving every moment of it and wishing it would never end. 
I have been told that ever since it has been fine tuned and improved. So if you happen to be passing through London at the end of this month, do not miss your chance to watch it! Break a leg Porn cast!:)

Death

 This afternoon my mind has been wrestling with the news that a dear and cherished colleague of mine passed away at a too young an age to die. After the initial shock of the sad news had passed and the mourning had set in, words were exchanged along the lines of 'he was such a vibrant person and I just cannot belief it has happened!' 

All the way home I got to thinking about how I will die. It is a dead cert that this will happen one day and I wonder how it will happen. I have not only been thinking about what I will be doing when it happens but also how I will face it. Will I cry, will I feel sorry for myself, will I be angry or sad?... Will I call out for my mother or will I beg for God's forgiveness and ask for entry to Heaven. Will I be a coward or face it chin high? 

And that got me thinking about my funeral. I have thought about it many times before. Will people come? Will they really mourn my loss? Who will sit in the back chattering away throughout the whole service?

These are unanswerable thoughts which do not give much solace... but when you think about it, are they really intended to?