Of Grilled Rib Eye Steak with Rocket Roasted Potatoes & Red Wine Reduction;

_{Seeing rainbows from the sky.}

In District 9.

"You are not welcome here."
Thirty years ago, aliens made first contact with Earth. Humans waited for the hostile attack, or the giant advances in technology. Neither came. Instead, the aliens were refugees, the last survivors of their home world. The creatures were set up in a makeshift home in South Africa's District 9 as the world's nations argued over what to do with them. Now, patience over the alien situation has run out. Control over the aliens has been contracted out to Multi-National United (MNU), a private company uninterested in the aliens' welfare - they will receive tremendous profits if they can make the aliens' awesome weaponry work. So far, they have failed; activation of the weaponry requires alien DNA. The tension between the aliens and the humans comes to a head when an MNU field operative, Wikus van der Merwe (Sharlto Copley), contracts a mysterious virus that begins changing his DNA. Wikus quickly becomes the most hunted man in the world, as well as the most valuable - he is the key to unlocking the secrets of alien technology. Ostracized and friendless, there is only one place left for him to hide: District 9.

Catching it tomorrow at 1330, One Utama Shopping Centre.

Directed by: Neill Blomkamp

Produced by: Peter Jackson

Official Trailer 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6PDlMggROA
















_{For Humans Only.}

Lombax.

Ratchet from Ratchet & Clank Future: A Crack in Time.

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You seem like the kind of reader who enjoys quirky metaphors.

Head on down to the next post. However, be warned: They are not for the faint of funny.
















_{So he said, "Would it be all right,
If we just sat and talked for a little while?
If in exchange for your time,
I give you this smile?"}

Not Personifically Unamusing;

I was just talking to Sharon Chen; remember that petite girl back in Year 9? Yeah, well she's in Melbourne currently doing boarding at an all-girls. She misses nasi lemak and all things Malaysian, but this post isn't exactly about her.




So here we were talking about the English Language and how words could always be seen from a different perspective; meaning sometimes something doesn't really mean what it seems to mean, if you catch my drift.

Then all of a sudden out pops this blue, underlined address that leads to "Strange Metaphors from GCSE Essays 320116." For your reading convenience, I have placed all the quirky metaphorically amusing metaphors below.

They remind me of something the Narrator from Pushing Daisies would say.

Ready yourself, these are not for the faint of funny.

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Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you danged the door open again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19p.m.at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.

Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of Family Fortunes.

The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.

The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP, Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.

It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.

She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
















_{Go on, grab your hat & fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.}

The Time Traveler's Wife;

"...about a love that transcends time."
The Time Travelers Wife is based on the best-selling book about a love that transcends time. Clare (Rachel McAdams) has been in love with Henry (Eric Bana) her entire life. She believes they are destined to be together, even though she never knows when they will be separated: Henry is a time traveler—cursed with a rare genetic anomaly that causes him to live his life on a shifting timeline, skipping back and forth through his lifespan with no control. Despite the fact that Henry's travels force them apart with no warning, Clare desperately tries to build a life with her one true love.

The song used in the trailer is Broken by Lifehouse.















_{My head is saying no, but my heart keeps giving in.}

Yellow Ribbon Remembrance;

_{A night to remember.}

glee.

Glee is a musical comedy television series that airs on Fox. It focuses on a high school show choir, also known as a glee club, set within the fictional William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio.

So far only the pilot episode has been aired but the rest of the season will begin airing on September 9 later this year.

Kind of reminds me of Cempaka, in whimsical and bright way. Definitely caught my attention right after the first few seconds of the trailer.

This is absolutely joining Heroes, Star Wars: The Clone Wars & Lost in my list of followed television series.















_{By doin' Hard Work.}