"Dirty dance floors and dreams of naughty-ness"

Incidentally, I'm supporting Portugal, despite the Italian team's onslaught on my senses.

I dreamt we were on a street in Japan, staring up at a big, big aquarium ten stories high in front of us, with big, big whales swimming happily in the water. It looked like these massive animals were flying ever so gracefully right there on the street.

There were huge colourful fishes too, rainbowed hues, all zipping by, past the bunch of spongey starfish on the left, stuck to the glassed walls of this amazing building, and the seaweed in front, waving in the water like tall, rubbery lamp-posts.

Then we went in, and the elevator brought us down another ten stories. Japanese signs on all the walls and this gorgeous blue everywhere you looked.

Then I tripped and fell and woke up.

But it was a good one.

This is pretty cool: The Singapore Environment Council's ads of a witch, Cupid and an alien all dead because of environmental pollution.

Haven't been blogging for the longest time. In the words of one very succinct SDU organiser: "I sucks!"

Anyway, with the new job and all, funny how easy it is to slip back into 'normal' life again. Those memories of people and places somewhere over the rainbow starting to diminish little by little. MISS THEM SO MUCH!!!

Fuck lah. I sound like a broken record.

This. Will. Stop.

Dee the Grump: "I'd rather slash my wrists with a ragged disposable chopstick then morph into a moaning tit bitching about where It's at, how It's not here and all that shiate."

Hell, no. I won't mope.

OK.

Dee the Tit: "This. Will. Stop. Someday. Maybe."

In other news, some guy in Arizona is shot dead after he hijacks a Krispy Kreme delivery truck. He figured it was better to do something than donut at all.

Kekeke.

Oh, and there was a water-balloon fight in Coogee beach last weekend.

Whenever I'm feeling a bit yucky, I like websites like Cute Overload ;) (above) and stuffonmycat.com (below).


Ahhh. Much better.

Recent events have made me feel like I'm restarting life from the pages of a book already written. Hence, some of my favourite retellings of fairy tales and fables.

- "Snow, Glass, Apples" by Neil Gaiman in his Smoke and Mirrors short-story collection. Unravels the reasons for Snow White's pale complexion and blood-red lips. This is how one artist imagined Gaiman's Snow White.


- Fables the comic book series by Bill Willingham especially Vol. 4: March of the Wooden Soldiers. Like Shrek but only with loads more politics and sex. Some of the huffing and puffing the Big Bad Wolf does is with (the formerly-Little) Red Riding Hood.


Wish I could also catch this LA exhibition called Remixing the Magic, where 50 artists reinterpret Disney classics. I like the centre piece, which shows a more tortured Pinocchio.


The next book I'm going to get is Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, about the Land of Oz's misunderstood green teen. It's now a hit Broadway musical (below).


Back to real life. This second time round, with warning bells already in position, hope things go "swimmingly".

OK! It's the Dally, redux, thanks to Blogger Templates, loads of thumb-twiddling hours and goggle-eyed blind faith. I'm actually quite pleased, considering my utter lack of coding-thingy experience.

Had wanted to go with this other theme - all about mermaids and corsets - instead but couldn't be arsed to photoshop away all that copy about brass eyelets.


Oh, and the Random Surrealism Generator at the bottom is also pretty fun to play with.