… to write a blog post a day!

Although its said that new year resolution lasts just as long as January 7th of the same year, i am going to try sticking to this one for at least a week longer than that!

Ingredients
• 4 tablespoons flour
• 4 tablespoons sugar
• 2 tablespoons cocoa
• 1 egg
• 3 tablespoons milk
• 3 tablespoons oil
• 3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
• A small splash of vanilla extract
• 1 large coffee mug (Micro Safe)

Recipe
• Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.. Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again… Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don’t be alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.

  
  
  And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world?
  Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time!!

Unlike most filmmakers, I never dreamt of it as kid.
I desired to communicate, via writing, painting, photography.
Later came film-making, A skillfully liberated medium.
I want to make films… that mirror reality … that touch lives … that make a difference.
… that entertain and elevate one to humanity!

Thats what Mr Tiger did the other day!
You definitely gotta love the affection thats shown in the above picture.
I love it more, because its done on a nutella jar. very thoughtful of you, Mr Tiger.

ps. the story behind it is, that i had brought a new nutela choco-hazelnut spread jar the other day, and it slipped outta my hand and broke. Had to scoop everything up and throw it away without even tasting it. i felt very sad that day. and he knew that. so he did this yesterday to cheer me up, and sure it worked, like a charm.

Moonlight glittered silver on the trees. Each leaf was defined in acid iridescence. The full round face of the moon peeked through the oval leaves and into gray eyes. Eyelids fringed with thick black lashes momentarily eclipsed the gray eyes, smoky like quartz. The lashes brushed against cheeks smudged with the remnants of the night’s mascara. The cheeks were tickled by wisps of black flair. The hair was swept back and held by spidery hands with sanguine nails. The corner of the right pinkie fingernail rested in the bend of the full red mouth. The full red mouth parted slightly to reveal strong sharp white teeth. The teeth were eased apart and full-throated laughter rang out of the mouth. The laughter carried down into the city tar below and a man awoke, startled, in his bed.

He sat up in the dark, clutching the thin bed sheet to his chest as if it could offer some protection against the dream that woke him. Cold rivulets of sweat ran down his forehead over his cheek to his chin to drip onto the powerless sheet. He glanced from side to side to see if he were alone. Yes, he was.

In the blue-defined room, the moon shone in and made patterns on his white sheet front the leaves on the tree outside his window. The vision of a pale red-lipped lover hovered over him. He shook his head to clear it, spraying sweat drops onto the pristine sheets. He never could get back to sleep after having a dream that vivid. He decided to take a walk.

She watched as the tall sleek man walked out of his house. She thought about how it would feel to run her fingers through his long brown hair. She thought about all of the life coursing through his veins, and how it could all be hers. But this was a fine specimen of a human, maybe she would keep him around for a while. She waited under her tree and twirled around, letting her long black skirts swish about her booted ankles. She could see him, now, a block away.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his phantom lover come to life. He ambled over to her tree and tried to think of something clever to say. He managed a “hi”. That was all he could think of besides her. She eclipsed his reality, was eternity incarnate.

She smiled at him and removed the need for conversation by kissing him passionately. He felt a sharp pain in his tongue, but then she began licking it gently, and all of the hurt vanished. As she moved from his mouth to his neck, all he could think about was how he wanted to belong to her forever.

She sighed. She longed for the man who could resist her. What good was a willing food source for a companion? Didn’t anyone try to resist a blood-sucker vampire anymore?

More and more recently, victims welcomed her advances if they didn’t actually invite her in the first place. She was sad to see such a sweet face fall by the wayside, but she was searching for a mate, an equal, and he was not it. She stroked his hair gently, it was indeed as soft as she had hoped, and as he murmured, “I love you,’ she bit into the tender flesh of his neck. He didn’t struggle, but happily abandoned himself to the pleasurable vortex that she hurled him into with her last kiss. As she set his body beneath the tree and stepped away, she had regret. She wished she had made love to him while he was alive.

But then again, death and sex are not mutually exclusive events.