Such a beautiful crafted film directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet and starring the beautiful Audrey Tautou. This French film title is Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain and it is one of the 5 DVDs we rented over last week.
[By the way, I guess I havent mentioned that A and I spent so much at videoezy, the cashier actually offered us a package that works like a cashcard. We top up our account and each time we pop by, they'd just deduct = cashless system. Cool and convenient I say.]
Anyway this film remains one of my favourites since last week. Besides the love story behind it that gets me weak in the knees, it's so beautifully done that I want to be that colour, art and life of Amélie. I want to get into the whole colour of life, the artsy fartsy side of life that I can be and just live life with such joy. Films for me are a reminder of the person I can be and want to be. It's not necessarily a bad thing, unless it's love-related, which can be love-hate. Good life-related films like Amélie gives me the strive to be that better and positive, genuine person any chance I can.
It's such a good thing.
If you haven't seen Amélie, I am high recommending you to check it out.
As the year is coming to an end, ahh... the sweet effluvial aroma of this electronic wall in which has borne witness to my many sober and unsober contemplations.. one quite incomprehensible to others, but relevant nonetheless.
And just like that, due to unforseen circumstances [more excuses than anything else], my condition in absentia has enraged many...
BUT;
there's always a but with Venetia the Fairy; BUT, in the course of my missing-ness, there are MORE stories to tell, more thoughts to fondle and more conundrums to reconnoiter.. all of which you will slowly find out next year.
Blessed New Year to all my lovelies and to World peace!! Ha
Reunited and it feels so good Reunited 'cause we understood There's one perfect fit And, sugar, this one is it
*Pictures stolen from E's blog
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The sole reason why this blog is lacking on updates is because I was hardly home. I pigged out so much the last few days, when I do get home, Id spend the rest of my time in bed... or at the sofa munching off while catching more DVDs with A. Like a snake that ate too big a cow then had to hybernate for a bit.
Fail.
Note to self as I also rushed my last minute Christmas shopping on Christmas eve and a couple days before - "NEVER DO THIS ON THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS AGAIN. START IN NOVEMBER NEXT YEAR."
But Christmas this year definately is exciting and very special, to say the least.
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Christmas eve dinner was spent at A's place. If you recall, it was rainy the entire day, with cool wind. Basically icy weather. Steamboat was what we had, and boy, was it fantabulous! Spicy sambal chilli and the works of seafood, yong tau fu, the greens etc. I was telling A, "I hope we have home-cooked steamboat on a regular basis.. damn nice."
On Christmas day, after another round of steamboat, we left for Johor Bahru. It was A's first house visit and even my dog welcomed him with only a bark. My dad had pre-ordered a yummylicious seafood dinner at a restaurant we frequent. From then on, it was eat, eat, eat and only eat. *Burp*
Boxing day was also not spared. We took grandpa out for breakfast. Then brought A to my apartment in Pulai Springs. Quoting A, "After seeing this place, it fills like my holiday just started and I dont want to go back." Lunching at Qing Palace [fine Sze Chuan crusine], we left for home as all of us were tummy filled to the throat and badly needed an afternoon sexy cat nap. By the time we woke up, we wasted no time, and left for JB's best Ice Kachang.
If this was Makan Sutra, it will be 3 bowls and 6 chopsticks.
Dinner was one not to be missed too. Before we made our way back to Singapore, we popped by J's place. I guess Ive never mentioned J before. J's an italian chef and what he prepared for us was absolutely finger-licking good. There was roast turkey, baked apples, bbq potatoes with sour cream and bacon bits, curry fried chicken, medium spicy sambal chilli with ikan billis, nasi lemak, german sausages and the list just goes on and on. Argh… I could barely breathe nor walk straight when I left. Thank God that traffic at the causeway was as smooth as the marble flooring. The new checkpoint is very new [duh!] but the walk is insane. I remember A telling me to walk slowly because dinner was up to his neck and he was having side waist burns. Heh.
Finally, we ended the day at Paulaners with A's sister and cousin. The Live Band there is at its best. Truely. You have to hear it to believe it.
So. Going. To. Gain. Christmas. Chubs. If I put on weight, I'm going to look like those little chubby monk kids in Cantonese movies. Thank God I can pig out insanely and my metabolic rate is not half bad *touch wood*
I don't care! It's Christmas! I wanna scoff down as much as i want and can! Fooooodddddddd
The other day, I met S and J for lunch at our favourite Yakinikuteh (Japanese hot plate) place. Work's been so busy, hardly any time to meet up the usual suspects.
None of us had much sleep to begin with. I dont know if that is sufficient to explain the following pictures.
and we came to talk about what they would want to achieve before turning 30. And I thought to myself, "Phew, that's still quite far away." Teehee
And of course, they mentioned the normal things that I've heard what most guys/girls would say; to own a house, earn 5 figures, settle down, get married, own a BMW, but amongst it all, there was the desire to be walking in the plans that God had for them.
Then it triggered me.
"What if God's plan was never for all of us to achieve what WE want before 30?"
What made us think that Blessing us equates to earning 5 figures?
24Then Jesus said to his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 25For whoever wants to save his life[a] will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. 26What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? 27For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father's glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what he has done. (Matthew 16:24-27 NIV)
Just a thought. Perhaps another turning point in my life.Maybe it'll help you get an extra fuzzy feeling this Christmas.
Sometimes we hear people say, "I cant preach, I cant sing; about all I can do is pray." That is like a soldier saying, "I don't have a machine gun or a bazooka or a cannon. All I have is an intercontinental ballistic missile."
Minus the me screwing up on the meeting point, the rest of the day was awesome. Some catchs, absolute fine weather, a rainbow, sunset, beer ... all in a day out at the sea.
Coincidentally, we found out that E's birthday, is just a day before A's birthday. We might just do something together (: Then a random thought came to me - his birthday wish.
There's something fishy about making wishes. I mean, a wish. A wish!!! So, what's suppose to happen after we make it? I mean, its different from a prayer. ITS A FRIGGIN WISH. Do we need to earn it? Do we need to work for it? Who decides if we get it? Or do We eventually get our wishes? If we do, is that pure coincidence? If we dont, does it mean that wishes dont work?
A wish. If we believe it doesn't have any significance, why still do it? But if we do believe in it? What's the logic behind it?
If some of you are annoyed with my post already. That means, I've probably got you thinking. Because, sometimes we do things for the sake of doing.
Really, why do we do things that we do not believe in; or are we believing in the things that we do?
I realised this post have turned out in a way I myself least expected. I really meant to update on the fishing trip. Ha=p So now, I have a nice tan. And A got a lobster face!
For now, I'm just looking forward to fishing sunday H and I have planned, in good company. Pray for good weather and that A can find his silver linning admist the dark clouds.
Sometimes it feels as if we were walking through a long, dark and lonely tunnel. During this time, nothing around us is any different from before, the same old doldrums and problems and boring menial tasks are there, but the only thing that changes is the way we see them. If we can't control it very well, then the entire week would be seeing things in the most tiring and saddest way we could. Like having a cloak over one's head, sucking all energy and desire to be connected to anyone.
It's pretty horrible.
For the first time, I felt alone. Lonely. Even though he's right beside me. When Im alone, then the thoughts reappear -
Coalesce
Droplets of remembering
Streams
Running around like we were children
Careless
Talking about what defines us
Movies
Music
The Gospel
A few of many stolen moments
I am reminded of all the times that each of them were simply borrowed. And so is the now, the good that I have, my comfort and safety that I revel in. The blessings of being with another being. Sweet joy of waking up next to someone - a whole different world, he is.
The strange thing about being with someone for me is that one minute you think you know them inside and out, you know what they will say, you know what they will do - but then really, who is that person?
An entirely new and strange universe of memories, experiences and scars too, just like me.
For some reason, last week turned to bouts of debauchery with heavy notes of alcohol. First it was in attendance to Lizzie's birthday celebration at her place. To be honest, I made my way there, even after working like an animal back at the hospital, only because I havent had dinner.
Obviously I chose food over rest.
Hearing of my aching back and tired feet, A came to pick me up. Im not even sure if he regretted because I could only remember him saying I smelled like a drunk. Then I met XJ, SW and Lo midweek for dinner and martinis at Alley Bar. As the martinis were going at 1 for 1, all of us drank up to the world's misery, sorrows and loneliness. Again, A came to pick me up, only this time, he could still smell my perfume.
I am probably most in need of a detox regiment, can't eat well. Can sleep really well. =p
Back to my trivial musings on life.
I'm home with a 2day medical leave due to an irritating eye infection. I dont even want to talk about it because thinking back to what happened, I only owed it to myself for being ever so gullible.
On a much happier note, E for Evon is back! We met up on Monday (no picture tho, I reckon I was so excited I forgot to capture them in digitals) with loads of catching up done. Anyhow, Im just glad she's back without a scratch after being held captive (okay, that was just an exaggeration) in Bhutan. But after hearing her story, you cannot deny it was almost like a win or die situation. Craving for local dishes, we ended up at Newton for dinner with A and Xindu. Then to Mosque St for some drinks. The one person I never thought to see was Shannon. Apparently, he's a regular there. No wonder he's put on quite some weight, must be all that beer 24/7.
