Heavenly

Heavenly is...


When you had toast with cheese and fresh milk to go along...

For supper at 1am.



When you already ate nasi sambal goreng at 9pm,

Had fried rice at 4.30pm for lunch,

And turkey bacon, egg and mayo with bread at 11.50am.


Seriously, you don't have to remind me of the calories I've taken the whole day. FYI, ladies, I don't really have that enviable figure (anymore), no thanks to this kind of eating at the most nonsensical times of the day. Oh, did I mention that I would have cooked maggi if there was any?

SIGHZZZZZZZZZ...

Of Reel and Real Life

Many a time, I had previously lamented on my Sex and the City (SATC) entries on how I could truly relate to Carrie Bradshaw. On her love for dresses, shoes, fashion but most importantly of all, of her love life in all 6 seasons.

Those who have watched the series would know how her relationships were like: doomed to fail then seemingly got alive then became nowhere (read: Big), doomed to fail from the very start (read: Aleksandr Petrovsky), deemed to succeed but failed in the end (read: Aidan), and the list goes on.

A girlfriend recently asked me a supposedly sensitive question.

"What if Big wants you back?"

The "Big" she was talking about was not the same guy in the series, of course. Rather, a more delicate manner of me putting it across in this public domain instead of naming the party. And "Big", as she had realised, hasn't dated anyone since... well, the last time he dated me. Which makes it 3 whole years. :p

It has come even to her attention that, in reality, I could really become a Carrie. But instead of me lamenting further on my previous posts, I stopped to even think about doing the series in my real life.

So I replied, "I'd tell him to walk away."

I have come to a realisation, many many times, that I do have an Aidan in my life now: the Mr Nice Guy, gentle, sweet, respectful, and most importantly of all, whom Carrie stupidly cheated on with Big, the biggest jackass who never quite treated her the way she should be. The guy who never told her of his plans. Or rather, never had plans for her until the end of Season 6.

Reality, unlike reel life, should be separated by a clear thick line from the latter.

Thus, reality will remain as reality, and reelity should stay behind the screens. Permanently.


Ps: The last line includes the disgustingly numerous gorgeous shoes, bags, dresses, outfits that they feature in EVERY single episode of the show...

Sepi (Loneliness)...

Bisik ku pada bulan,
Kembalikan temanku
Kekasihku, syurgaku

Tanpa dia malam menemaniku
Sepi memelukku

Bulan jangan biar siang
Biar alam ini kelam
Biar ia sepi sepertiku

I whisper to the moon
Return to me, my companion
My lover, my heaven

Without him only the night accompanies me
Loneliness engulfs me

O moon, don't let it be day
Leave the world in twilight
Let it be lonely, like me

I am cursing and swearing at Ain now for lending me this DVD. I didn't remember crying this much as I had for Korean shows.

This movie is a must-watch for any sadistically sad people out there. Not that I'm saying I am one (I just have a soft spot for sadistically horror and sad movies), but the beautiful cinematography just allures one to enjoy the pace of the movie.

The above poem, with its English translation (from as far as I can remember from the subtitles, plus cracking the boyfriend's head at the same time), is woven perfectly inside the 3rd and final story of the movie with its full meaning only revealed towards the ending.

That was what actually got my eyes swollen. Not to mention how many pieces of tissue paper I used up or attempted to wipe away my tears that kept rolling on and on.

Much has been said about the cinematography and script, which was amazingly untypical Malaysian (think Nana Tanjung, Duyung etc), but I think what glued the movie together was the music.

Melancholy has been known to be Indonesia's forte in music, hence the decision for the collaboration between Sony BMG Music Entertainment and Primeworks Studios was a stroke of ingenuity. With singers like Yuni Shara and Gita Gutawa, plus Melly Goeslaw as composer and a bonus, the music would take you to such that you could just feel the emotions deeper than you could imagine.

I have one critic on the music though. Not that I am against Malaysian songs (I am still a CT fan), but I think the cover version of Rossa's "Aku Bukan Untukmu" by Zaf and Lah VE was horrible.

But overall, the movie's perfect, aside from the dramatic plot. But hey, I was knocked down by a car too, I mean, shit happens man.

Never ever think getting knocked down by the car is unreal and dramatic.

Pause and let yourself immerse on the reason it happened. :)

Ps: I do watch Nana Tanjung and Duyung for the spastic lame humour. O well...