September seem so far away… I need my weekly fix of Dexter. Not sure about what’s going on with the whole plot in the new series, but if you can remember Rita announced that she is with child. I can see this whole thing having a full content of twist and turns, so if you’re a Dexter fanatic like me, you’ll know the feeling.
Great news too concerning Michael C Hall’s fast recovery from cancer, I’m sure his fans wish him all the best and I hope he gets back in his full form playing the much loved serial rogue. I must admit, I do have a soft spot for him, it must be that cheeky smile. 
Being in a Dexter mood and all that I thought these little fluffy numbers from Lost City Products are quite eccentric. Made from 100% cotton canvas and embroidered with silk rayon, these would certainly be a point of conversation. Though I like quirky and unusual, I’m not really sure if I like these or not and the price is not exactly easily affordable. But I guess if you have the taste for macabre home accessories and the spare moolah then these would be an ideal treat. 
Low - $285.00
High - $324
Stain - $308.00
On a serious note though, today is Election day, so head to the polls and put a tick on that box. I will be eagerly watching the results tonight and hopefully the people of the UK will have chosen wisely.
Not sure what my plans are for today, maybe a quick meet with the sister-in-law for a chat and a drink is needed.
Listening to: Jamiroquai - Love Fool
Omg, Ive been waiting for this for so long. Finally booked our 3D Avatar tickets for this weekend. I’ve been pretty disappointed with the reviews prior to the release date. I guess with any major multi million film production, critics are always ready to jump and wave a finger at Mr.Cameron to say ‘What a waste of $500 million dollars’.
I know the writing and storytelling of this film will probably disappoint a few, though it’s not hard to figure out that the the storyline aim to moralise and the predictability of the plot is not surprising with any Hollywood blockbuster.
But what the hell does that matter when you can enjoy a visual spectacle in which Avatar would probably end up being one of the best technical ground- breaker when it comes to CGI film making! So I’m just going to sit back with a bag of popcorn in hand and decided for myself whether James Cameron is indeed the ‘King of the World’.
I’m not a great lover of soap operas, but last night I found myself parked on the sofa watching Eastenders. For you guys who are not familiar with the soap, I shall give you a quick run down on what it’s all about. Basically, it’s a place in the East End of London where life is mundane, depicting morose lives of characters that spend most of existence in the pub, club or ‘The Cafe”. It’s supposed to represent realistic situations but lately had just become a constant stream of unrelenting misery.
I haven’ t tuned in for months, and last nights episode seem to have people talking. Some say that they too had become involved and felt emotional about the whole story line, even crying in front of their televisions.
I can never understand why people can get so into their soaps, like it’s another extension of their daily life.
I used to work in a place where the main topic in the staff room used to be the lives of the characters in these soaps. One time I walked in and they were discussing about someones illicit affair, a woman who is having an affair with her sisters’ boyfriend, while she too is also carrying on with another guy, and to top that, her sister is actually her daughter. While I listened engrossed in this unconventional drama, I started to think that my life seems a little dull compared to this woman. She seems to have all things going on, and god knows how she’s going to get out of this pickle. I then asked the woman next to me…
“Do you know what’s shes going to do?” she casually said “Well, we’ll just have to find out at 7.30 on Thursday night to see what happens!”. Then the penny dropped.
But what amazed me was the enthusiasm in their story telling, that made me believe that they were in fact talking about someone that they know. Maybe I’m a little naive, or just a soap opera snob, but it’s interesting how women (especially) can relate to these characters.
Do you think that soap operas are common in women who need some sort of escapism? Does it help them forget about the real drama in their life? The teduim of chores and childcare are livened up by looking forward to the outrageous story lines during the week? Whatever the reason, these half an hour installments seems to satisfy many of them, and it brings them joy even if the plots are just a little too far fetched.
The daily humdrum of life can be a drag, and if you are one of many of London commuters you would know how unattractive a winters morning trip to work could be. But this was changed when the ground floor was converted to a dance floor, when over 350 appeared to be travelers burst into dance and performed a mix of dance moves which left commuters feeling confused but also most importantly bringing a smile to their normally dismal faces.
Forget any cynicism, yes its an advertisment but considering what our world is going through at the moment, this kind of thing is just what we need, I just wished that I was there to join in the fun.
My eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing and my jaw was literally on the floor. A program titled ‘My Fake Baby’ was one of the featured documentaries on Channel 4, which follows the lives of women who ‘looks after’ a reborn baby.
If you’ve never heard of a ‘reborn‘ then you are not alone, this was the first time that I saw or heard of this and I shook my head in disbelief that this niche has been created for women out there who are desperate to have a baby of their own. The doll uncannily resembles an infant, and are made with delicate and real life features to replicate a real baby. They can be customised to the buyers requirements from blinking, birthmarks and can also be fitted with breathing mechanisms just to add to that ‘living’ look.
One of the women featured in this documentary was Christine, an older woman who had a replica of her grandson made to get over her loss when Harry and his parents moved to New Zealand. It was obvious that the absence of Harry has deeply affected Christine. It was clear that she was emotionally unstable and is finding it hard to let go of her grandson. She spoke about him as if he had died, and in some way, I think she sees it that way, which is very sad. But I asked myself, would this really help her get over the loss of her grandchild? Or will it just prolong the pain that she has been feeling, by looking after an emotionless piece of plastic?
Like Christine, many women use these ‘reborns’ as aides in over coming loss, and who are we to judge even if we find it a little unorthodox? Many people deal with grief in different ways and if this is what ‘heals’ them then I can accept that, but I don’t think I can get used the idea of grown woman cooing after a latex form and hearing them call it ‘the perfect baby’. To me it’s just plain weird.
