-an OD of Love-

Some people forget their wallets, while others continuously leave their glasses or housekeys on the dining room table. I know a guy who forgot to replace the fuel hose at a petrol station before driving off (the replacement cost of a breakaway hose is around 96 euros). Let's face it: we all forget stuff sometimes. People have a lot of serious issues on their minds, after all. Stuff like the upcoming local election, the introduction of the euro in malta and lot od other thoughts all weigh heavily on our minds. But you get the point: it's easy to get distracted these days. The perfect example of this occurred in Germany last Friday, when a man reportedly drove to a service station, filled up, paid for his purchase, and proceeded to walk home. Eventually, someone called the cops who tracked down the owner. He then hurried back to collect his ride that was sitting at the petrolstation where he left it. Hey, at least he didn't drive off like a jackass with the filler still attac...

Lately I had the opportunity to go and see the representations of Equus at St. James Cavalier, by a theatre company I have never heard before called Unifaun Theater. It was fantastic for several reasons! I had to "strongly encourage" my date to come along, she is young and not much into these sort of shows but even thou it is not her usual cup of tea (excuse my pun) I could see in her eyes that she has enjoyed every minute of it. Equus is not easy (I don’t even know how to pronounce it right:)). It is a kind of psychological detective story, a play which does an unusual thing. It asks why? Most plays tell us how. Equus is a psychological inquiry into a crime, a journey into someone's mind. It is a kind of highbrow suspense story, a psychic and mythic thriller, but also an essay in character and motive. It is the documentation of a crime. The story has been based on a flimsily documented but apparently true incident of a young stable hand has attacked six horses in their s...

Halloween is not a popular feast in Malta (although some children are now very fond of this feast). On the eve of October 31st one tends to see a couple of children going from door to door dressed to scare asking for sweets in return. When I was younger I never knew about Halloween but I still looked forward to the feasts of all saints and all souls celebrated on Nov 1st and 2nd, first because on these two days we were off from school and the other reason being is that mum used to prepare the ‘Ghadam tal-mejtin’ (dead men’s bones). These are traditional Maltese large almond filled pastries that are baked in the shape of bones to remind us that in November one should remember the people we know who have died and pray for them so they can go to heaven. This year it was my turn to prepare them since funnily enough I was the only person who remembered doing them so yesterday I went to Cilia’s in Hamrun to buy the ingredients and as I am writing this blog I’m also keeping an eye on the oven...

I’ve been meaning to post these couple of reviews ages ago, but I had to finish some assignments before I had some free time to dot down a couple of lines. The first one is about a movie I saw a couple of months ago called Hairspray. At last we have a new movie musical that really is a movie musical – a bold, unapologetic movie musical that nearly jumps off the screen and challenges all of your silly hang-ups about movie musicals. In the days when Hollywood lost its way when it attempts to make film musicals for people who don't like film musicals. It is pointless because these audiences would draw back no matter how cautiously on-screen singing was presented. In the meantime, the studios alienated those fans who do like musicals. With Hairspray, it found its way back and, for once, gets it right. The people who made this film instinctively know that the best way to introduce a song on screen is to jump right into it. And that's what "Hairspray" does; it immediately ...

Life is not waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning how to dance in the rain

You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and say, "I am very rich.Marry me!"That's Direct Marketing ... You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says,"He's very rich.Marry him." That's Advertising ... You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and get her telephone number.The next day you call and say, "Hi,I'm very rich.Marry me." That's Telemarketing... You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her adrink. You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it,offer her aride, and then say,"By the way, I'm very rich.Will you marry me?" That's Public Relations ... You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.She walks up to you and says, "You are very rich.." That's Brand Recognition... You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go ...

So tenderly I held you...Smoothly I spoke to you...Couldn’t realize it was odd of someone...To be so dearly...Since no one can be...In a world so cruel...riches oriented, Moment, we bustle...After what we lack... cars, flesh, luxury compartments... Hard to impede...1000 duties, intolerable burdens. But still I feel the warmth... I felt, Still have the desire to slow down...to get lost in your asylum... Can you stay a while . . .

That's a pretty kite I’m holding the string tight, I won’t let it go, never But it has the freedom to fly anywhere the wind push it it will be back somehow Not because I’m pulling hard Because string is made of LOVE And I’m holding it tight . . .