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Dr. Seuss

“Sometimes you will never know the value of something,until it becomes a memory.”

Dr. Seuss

Meet Diana, my very first pet when I was 6 years old. Actually my parents just told me that it’s mine but of course they’re the ones who took care of Diana.
puppy diana

My mum was the one who named my puppy Diana because she loved the song:

Diana by Paul Anka

One day Diana got sick and then died…  I don’t remember that much of Diana and it was a good thing we had this photo together. I scanned this photo from my baby album and I just fixed it with Photoshop.  It’s one of those valuable memories that should be restored and treasured because you couldn’t go back there anymore in that moment.  But by looking at this photo, it would help me go back there even only with my thoughts and it’s just a wonderful feeling 🙂

dolly and petAab

 

After Diana, I never had another pet. And I plan to have one and that would be Hubert, my dream French Bulldog.

frenchies

Hubert, my dream dog
Loves to sniff and snoop
Lolling belly-up

 

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Tooth Of The Day

Clone

 

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Having a clone would make it so much easier – it would be great to send a clone to a TV station when I have to get up at 4am.
Rachel Stevens

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Cloning, wow. Who would have thought? There should be a list of people who can and cannot clone themselves.
Ted Danson

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“When I saw you, I saw love. When I saw you naked, I saw lust. When I saw you with my clone in a dream, I saw the future.”
― Jarod KintzThis Book is Not for Sale

Toothsome, Mac Giggles

Toothsome, Mac Giggles

Dolly’s Gifts… A Short Fiction Story by JAuroraMorealist … And Now I Challenge You!

Revisited:

By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.

“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.

“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.

“I love paneer! Can I help?”

Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting…  Balvir spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”

She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.

Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.

“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.

Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”

“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”

Again, Dolly fell quiet.

“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.

“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.

Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.

Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.

“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”

Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand.  A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family.  Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:

Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend.
With love forever from  Dolly.
 
 
Condense, condense, the teachers say
No room for murk or sticky egg yolks 
Nor milky, opaque prose, just write
With one good squeeze of lemon, folks!
 
(c) November 23 2011 JAuroraMorealist
 
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist
 
The ingredients:
1. I like to see some ginger kind of feeling in a story of a little girl with some touch of rosemary and cinnamon with a whisk of cheese all over.
2. how about some egg yolks with condense milk and a squeeze of sweet lemon in a poem?
 

To those who just love challenges how about with the same ingredients above.. you write your own fiction and a poem too and link it to this post?  Let’s see how good you were to cook a story 🙂

Deadline: December 23, 2012

 
The Spirit of Christmas is here…  Keep on blogging and stay happy!
 

Happy Christmas-A Short Fiction Story by JAuroraMorealist

By the age of eight, ginger-haired Dolly and her flaxen-haired friend Rosemary were old hands at life and privately giggled behind their hands at their parents. Not in a nasty way, just in the “oh, all right, then, Mummy” way that little girls and boys often do. Inseparable was what their parents all called the girls. On a bleak holiday afternoon with no school for days, Rosemary was away visiting her grandparents and Dolly found herself alone again in the house with one of the servants.

“Balvir, what are you doing?” Dolly asked, her curious, freckled nose poking over the counter as she stood watching the slim woman straining a white mixture through cheese cloth.

“I am making paneer,” Balvir said.

“I love paneer! Can I help?”

Dolly’s eager hands knocked the bowl over before Balvir could react. The clots of cheese dribbled down the counter onto the floor and Balvir’s cloth dangled from one hand. Dolly instantly shut her big, blue eyes and her shoulders automatically hunched up together, waiting…  Balvir spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry, Dolly, we will make again, I need you help me.”

She smiled and Dolly relaxed into the warmth of the kitchen, the fragrances of goodness and safety that would wrap her in comfort long into the future.

Rosemary arrived home with gifts, full of stories of fun with her parents and grandparents, snowy sleigh rides, bells, hot cocoa, sparkling city lights on all the towers around Big Ben and an unexpected surprise for Dolly.

“So what did you do while I was away,” she asked, as soon as the two were settled in Rosemary’s frilly pink bedroom. Rosemary wore her new red velvet Christmas dress with shoes to match. Even the ribbons in her braided hair were exactly the same shade of red as the dress.

Dolly thought about this and brightened, “I made paneer with Balvir!”

“Oh, so what,” Rosemary said. “So you made cheese. Who cares about that, anybody can do that. What else did you do?”

Again, Dolly fell quiet.

“I love Balvir. She is the kindest person I know,” Dolly said, twirling one of her soft ginger curls around a finger like a corkscrew.

“Oh, bloody hell, she’s a servant and she is cinnamon skinned, why would you love her?” Rosemary asked.

Busy pulling her cache out to display for Dolly, she failed to notice Dolly had already moved to the door.

Dolly yanked the door open with one hand and turned to answer Rosemary who was now paying attention. At full attention, frozen with all her pretty gifts in her hands just the way Dolly would remember her forever.

“Balvir’s skin is REAL! And it’s not cheese, it’s PANEER, you idiot!”

Dolly ran all the way home before she realized that she still held the gift she’d meant to give Rosemary in her hand.  A handmade gift she had fashioned with Balvir’s help, a Christmas tree ornament they’d painted over with a map of the world, the land all gold, the waters all blue, the same beautiful lands and waters that separated Balvir from her family.  Once inside her own bedroom, Dolly tore the tag off the gift and replaced it with a new, larger tag that read:

Happy Christmas to Balvir my beloved best friend.
With love forever from  Dolly.
 
Continue reading this story to find out, how it was cooked with delight and fun by Author: JAuroraMorealist
 
The Spirit of Christmas is here…  Keep on blogging and stay happy!
 

Street Artist

Street Artist Edgar Mueller..Wikipedia Born: 1968, Mülheim, Germany
Edgar Müller is considered one of the best known street painters in the world.
Source: Goggle images, Metanamorph

Hard to believe that these are drawn on a FLAT sidewalk surface…  

Enjoy, while drinking your favorite cup of coffee or tea!

He spent 5 days working 12 hours a day to create a 250 square meter image of the crevasse which viewed from the correct angle appears to be 3D. He then persuaded the passers-by to complete the illusion by pretending the gaping hole was real.
He said, “I wanted to play with positives and negatives to encourage people to think twice about everything they see. It was a very scary scene but when people saw it  they had great fun playing on it and pretending to fall into the earth.I like to think that later when they returned home, they might reflect more on what a frightening scenario it was and say, Wow that was actually pretty scary!”

 

This guy is amazing no matter how you look at it!


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