Soon this will feel like a distant dream. Until then, may you rest in a deep and dreamless slumber. - Elise, Westworld Chantham Kalindi Nadam - Chess à´šà´¨്à´¤ം à´•ാà´³ിà´¨്à´¦ി à´¨ാà´¦ം - à´šെà´¸്à´¸് I loved this movie when I first saw it. (I can never be accused of having particularly good taste). This was mostly because I used to be a huge Dileep fan. (I can never be accused of having particularly good taste). I used to be a huge Dileep fan because I found him extremely funny. (I repeat, I can never be accused of having particularly good taste). I wouldn't go so far as to say that it was love at first sight for the Chantham Kalindi song and I. But it was definitely crush at first sight. And then this thing happened at dance class, and my crush developed into a full strength infatuation complete with angry jealousy and fantasies inside my head. I may have mentioned this before, but I am not a naturally talented dancer. Today, yes, I ...
Crossposted from Feminist Quill , written December 18, 2015 Title: A Wild Sheep Chase Author: Haruki Murakami Year of Publication: 1982 Series: N/A #: N/A Goodreads Rating (Avg.): 3.94 Goodreads Rating (Mine): 2 3.5 MOST SPOILERS EVER. SERIOUSLY, I'VE WRITTEN ALL THE ENDINGS; DON'T READ THIS REVIEW UNLESS YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS. AT ALL. Nooo, don't make me review Murakami, please! I don't want to. *sob* Plot Description: So there's this guy - he's the narrator. And he's on what he feels is a wild goose chase, except he's chasing a sheep . A magical sheep, which may or may not be real... but whose goal is WORLD DOMINATION. No less. And the narrator guy is on this sort of treasure hunt, picking up a trail of clues left behind for him by a friend called The Rat, after whom Murakami's Rat Trilogy is named. Quick! Save yourselves. Run while there's still time! So there are some truly inventive reviews o...
Written December 19, 2010 Standing on the shore Watching the waves come in She cuts a fine figure perched on the rock The wind is in her hair The smile is on her lips She looks like she could kiss the world tonight Her arms welcome the night That’s rolling in with the tide Her laugh accompanies the rays of sunlight Fading away into the west I wish I could tell you What she is thinking I bet you would kill to know I wish I could tell you That your journey’s over That the thought curving her lips up Is you
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