the wall, the witch and the wardrobe

sounds like a slasher D film to me. well, next to crouching tiger/drunken master flicks,i'm fond of horror films. i like scaring myself, even if it'll take me like five days to bring me back to my old sleeping habit-excluding the peaking through my blanky phase. this post had nothing to do with kung-fu nor sadako.

no pintor and karpinteros for today. exclamation point. the house is all mine. period.

jaypee's house tour: we are at the ground floor. i believe this is their dining area, it is after all adjacent to the kitchen, duh. the rear end of the wall is the living room. don't worry, i'll show it to you. not done with my pictorial. heee. i am running out of poses! tyra, i need you.

what i had in mind when i bought this dress was to pose ala DVF circa 70s. i can't remove that image on my head. she was in geneva on a hot summer day, wearing a tunic dress and a very light scarf tied on her head. hers was an unrehearsed, uncontrived pose. i still love you tripod, but i think it's much much fun when a person is holding the camera for you. oh well.

the witch has to go now. eek eek eek.

call for a nimbus 2000 upgrade.