Going Potty?

First stop.. BORDERS.

It was an early 7am start on Saturday, as we queued with at least a hundred others to receive the final installment of my beloved Harry Potter book series.

Pillows & blankets on the pavement, told of crazy folk who must've slept the night in their cloaks & wizard hats, obviously worried that if they didn't, their pre-ordered copy might magically vanish (hmmm..)

The week before was spent re-reading Harry Potter & the Half-blood Prince in anticipation of the 21st July release. Friday night was a last-minute cram, reminiscent of high school exam days. I did almost 200 pages in an hour. My eyes were smokin' from the sheer velocity.

The grin couldn't have been slapped off my face once I finally held my long-awaited Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in one hand & hot coffee in the other. Happiness would be an understatement.. it was a definite PERFECT moment in my life.

You may laugh at my (over)excitement, but that would indicate a lack of understanding regarding the level of my fan loyalty & admiration for JK Rowling's books.

I am in my 3rd day of ownership & up to page 400.
If ANYONE mentions ANYTHING about the ending.. I will not be responsible for the consequences bestowed upon you.

Until I surface..

Ciao.

Walk like an Egyptian

On Sunday..

We went to the WA Art Gallery to visit the Egyptian Antiquities from the Louvre: Journey to the Afterlife exhibition.

I have been waiting impatiently for WEEKS for this exhibition to hurry up & open. Justin took me on the day after opening, much to my child-like delight & probably to avoid my impending child-like tantrum.

It was spectacular & a bit spooky to view the ancient artifacts. Sarcophagi, funerary boxes etc.. Rooms filled with magnificently ornate trinkets removed from a person's tomb, which they had believed was their passage to the revered afterlife they so longed to be part of.

If you looked real hard at a statue, you might swear that the eyes could open/ move to look upon you as you violate their sacred possessions with your own unknowing eyes. So many times I found myself uncomfortable & consequently swift in averting my gaze.

THE BOOK OF THE DEAD was there for us to read & understand (if you were an expert on hieroglyphics, that is) & we had a giggle as we heard one kid say to another;

'If you read this you will wake the dead'.

It was an awesome couple of hours & we were unkindly chirpy when we came out to see the lo-ong line we had avoided by arriving before lunch (despite our grumbling tummies).

Hotdog

A Buddhist walked up to a Hotdog Vendor and said..

'Make me ONE with everything'.

Gumboots

When its raining outside, I imagine wearing GUMBOOTS

& splashin' about in big puddles

..as if nobody's watching.

<--- like this

Pinch me

n Sunday afternoon, we went to see Harry Potter - Order of the Phoenix at Astor Cinemas in Mt Lawley. With all the box-office hit hype surrounding the film, we watched it in the least appropriate yet most wonderful setting.

We strolled in 45 minutes early to find a contortionist, known as 'the thing in the box' bending herself into amazing, bizarre & almost disgusting poses. The theater felt so old-world that we were both stunned into silence. We found two vacant (& springy) seats and watched as she performed beneath a spotlight to a crackling, haunting French melody. Behind her were these heavy, dark red velvet curtains which later pulled to either side to reveal the movie screen. It was surreal. The time flew by as we watched & laughed at different performers doing salsa, acrobatics, juggling & swallowing fire. There was a lingering smell surrounding us of memories, locked in a room forever.

At the end of the film, we walked out to a startling view of the 21st Century glaring in at us through the windows. I really enjoyed being lost in there, back in time.
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Today, I walked along the road behind my work. I've started humming, although I don't realize I'm doing it until someone looks at me strangely.

A boy approached me. He was about 8 years old. His presence left an impression on me which lasted for the rest of the day. He said;
'Hi. My name is Isaac. This is hot chocolate, yum. What is your name?' I replied;
'Uh.. Esa.' He said;
'That's a nice name. What do you like doing Esa? Such as sports or crafts?'
I didn't know what was happening, so I just mumbled something under my breath & dashed into a shop. I watched Isaac walk around the corner & out of sight.

Sometimes we have these strange encounters or unusual experiences which catch us off guard, so different from what society portrays as normal. A slight shift of the Earth on its axis, a little something to remind us we won't always know/ be able to control what is going to happen next..

Geek is the new Cool

I'm going to make a statement, right here, right now: I am a Geek.
There are a number of 'qualities' I possess which qualify me as a TYPE A, stereotypical geek but I will begin by telling you just two of them:

1. I love Harry Potter.

The reason I'm mentioning Harry here is because he will be mentioned a few times in my upcoming blogs. A new movie has been released and a new book about to be released! I am in Harry-heaven (bet you thought such a place didn't exist).

2. I wear glasses like Harry! Which brings me to..

My thought for the day..

There are people out there who push their specs up with their middle finger.
Anyone standing in front of you will feel like they're getting the bird. Lately, I've noticed myself doing it (unintentionally, of course).
Apologies in advance if I do it to you. I'd like to promise that I won't mean it.. but I'm not a frickin Psychic, am I?

Debut

Oke.. So this is my Blog debut.

This is my contribution to thought-broadcasting via the wide world of web.

My thoughts, ideas & experiences are not particularly funny, philosophical or even unique but they ARE random. With the randomness of it all, I will surely hit your sp●t at one time or another, with one of my stories/ anecdotes. You will hopefully say 'yessss, I once wondered that myself' and have a giggle, or a cry, or possibly even stifle a yawn before the rather quick execution of cursor-hitting that in the top right corner to close my page.

Welcome to my World.