Whatever you want it to be

I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)

You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh

I would go through all this pain, Take a bullet straight through my brain,

Yes, I would die for ya baby ; But you won't do the same

Of course these lyrics are nothing compared to the meaningless, STUPID, derogatory hip hop ones there have been in this millennium but Bruno Mars seems to have taken this chick too seriously. He’s so intense. Some girls must really dig that. But I’d like to shed some light on the matter. Don’t believe what you listen to on the radio. He says: I’d (short for I would-keyword WOULD) catch a grenade for ya- and reality would continue the sentence with- if I wasn’t too stunned by the whole situation making me stare at the grenade in slow motion move towards your face. And an apology and girlish weeping follows.

 

Now to quality media. I've finally watched Requiem for a Dream and it was one of the scariest films I’ve ever watched. I wanted to avoid scenes that I knew were a reflection of real addicts’ stories but the movement of the film just held my attention. When the credits came up, they had let go of my eyes but not my mind; throughout the film were repetitive and dark swarming images that stand to taunt and haunt even after. I would recommend this to anyone prepared for intensity and for mind play.

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Guess who’s back!

Well my sister has been back a few weeks now but since when have my blog posts been punctual.

I woke up way too early for my current body clock but hurrah gifts came as soon as we got home.

 

(Sorry I don’t quite have adequate hands)

Chocolate K for the Mat Mental and J for me. H&M polka dot dress as a belated birthday present. Very pretty Vogue organiser. A packet of Stroopwafel. And plenty of other goodies for the other family members.

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I spent an entire day last week helping the kiddos out with Christmas gift tags. It’s pretty fun doing cards, bracelets, and kiddy crafts with them. They’re a humorous bunch and I think there’s a little kindergarten teacher in me.

Arran is smiling like a monkey cuz he just licked glue and got scolding from me. 

I'm so easy to please

I love the smell of lavender. I love leaving my art equipment on the floor looking like my life’s dependent on it that I couldn’t clear it up. I love getting notifications that my movies have completed their download. I love seeing deserving people get what they worked for. I love dim rooms. I love being left notes of nonsense and notes of love. I love being thanked more than being praised. I love being smothered, cornered, swallowed by big fluffy blankets or pillows. I love crow feet at the corners of smiling eyes. I love jokes about how some guys can’t grow beards. I love shading and seeing it totally transform the look of an outline. I love Gerard Butler in Ps. I Love You (though the movie RUINED the story). I love cute, childish and ugly pyjamas. I love certain ugly things. I love feeling the waves pull back. I love sunsets.

 

And that’s Paddlepop in the sky.

I love the things in life that are waiting to be found and the things in life that have let me find them.

Impressionism

To record and convey experience by capturing a system of fleeting impressions of reality or of mood.

The world is just filled with beauty.

I want to bounce on bushes and inhale the clouds.

"Sometimes awful things have their own kind of beauty"

I just watched Copy Shop, a short film about a lonely and routine-living copy shop clerk who somehow manages to make copies of himself many times over the same day. As more duplicates of him are made, other people in his street are replaced by the copies of him.

I just love the concept and meaning behind this film: The only other human being in his life, a woman who works at a flower store, eventually becomes another copy of himself. He becomes further disconnected from the social reality. A falling out with society, means falling inward, and for him, a total loss of identity.

Thanks to Copy Shop and its Kafka-esque experience, I now plan on reading Metamorphosis.

Today, has been nothing but consequential. I typed the above in the afternoon and now at 11.03PM I have just finished watching A Single Man and in it, a scene of the protagonist, George reading Metamorphosis with feet cuddled to his partner’s. I would recommend A Single Man to anyone who truly appreciates art and is patient enough with it (cuz this film moves slowly). It is one of the most beautiful films I’ve watched and it stands to prove that content and style would be lost without the other. The music, cast, script, art and set direction were perfect. There were scenes depicting natural humour and perhaps some excitement but the overall mood of the film was saturated with melancholy and love from death and homosexuality. Such bold topics but presented in a way so soft that you could allow it to surround you and hypnotise you; almost like the scenes of George in the nude, swirling underwater. Also, knowing that the director, Tom Ford has been with his partner for 20 over years and that their story was incorporated in the film makes the experience more whimsical. PERFECT. How could one properly describe that?