Thursday, April 28, 2011
Hurt
If it's all in my head, how am i going to fix it? What if the problem is me; that i am flawed, broken?
Monday, April 25, 2011
Cry movie
I laughed at you when you said you cried while watching shutter island. I thought my dad was a silly sap for crying during Khabi kushi Khabi gam (dont judge) and titanic.
I cried at the ending of The Japanese Wife.
It broke my heart yo.
The premise is a little cringe-worthy and improbable; but the art of enjoying a film is in immersing oneself in it and suspending belief/rational thought/sense for 2 hours.
***spoiler alert***
A man in a village in india decides to marry his pen-friend in japan. Via post. The movie is told by a narrative reading their letters, written in halting English. They can't have a proper conversation via the telephone- they struggle to understand each other's accent and he doesn't have a telephone in his house. He calls her from the local IDD centre in town. She sends him a silver ring with her name engraved on it as a wedding band and he sends her kum-kum powder and wedding bangles.
They write to each other for 17 years. They never meet. They stay loyal.
She gets cancer, he sends her vedic herbs through the post. He catches pneumonia during the monsoon and dies through lack of antibiotics. She survives chemo and in the end travels to his village- wearing a widow's white and the bangles he sent her.
Why did i well up? Cos the universe isn't fair. There is no happy ending. These two people didn't get a break. I cried for love unfulfilled, love unrequited and lack of basic medical care. People should not die from lack of antibiotics.
It's a beautiful film, well acted, story well told.
So i'm a soppy romantic at heart- you probably knew that already.
I cried at the ending of The Japanese Wife.
It broke my heart yo.
The premise is a little cringe-worthy and improbable; but the art of enjoying a film is in immersing oneself in it and suspending belief/rational thought/sense for 2 hours.
***spoiler alert***
A man in a village in india decides to marry his pen-friend in japan. Via post. The movie is told by a narrative reading their letters, written in halting English. They can't have a proper conversation via the telephone- they struggle to understand each other's accent and he doesn't have a telephone in his house. He calls her from the local IDD centre in town. She sends him a silver ring with her name engraved on it as a wedding band and he sends her kum-kum powder and wedding bangles.
They write to each other for 17 years. They never meet. They stay loyal.
She gets cancer, he sends her vedic herbs through the post. He catches pneumonia during the monsoon and dies through lack of antibiotics. She survives chemo and in the end travels to his village- wearing a widow's white and the bangles he sent her.
Why did i well up? Cos the universe isn't fair. There is no happy ending. These two people didn't get a break. I cried for love unfulfilled, love unrequited and lack of basic medical care. People should not die from lack of antibiotics.
It's a beautiful film, well acted, story well told.
So i'm a soppy romantic at heart- you probably knew that already.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Oh dear
I hate change.
I dont deal well.
I need a brain transplant- i feel so stupid at my job.
Ok, ok. need to get act together.
I wonder, will I survive a zombie apocalypse....?
I dont deal well.
I need a brain transplant- i feel so stupid at my job.
Ok, ok. need to get act together.
I wonder, will I survive a zombie apocalypse....?
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Oliver Peoples make the best ads ever. And the glasses aren't bad either.
A perfect start to a lazy weekend morning.
I have a duck to roast and accompaniment to make, parents to call and an audit to get to work on, but listening to this, i can relax for awhile.
Dreamy.
It doesn't even matter that my neck hurts like a bitch from Kendo.
I have a duck to roast and accompaniment to make, parents to call and an audit to get to work on, but listening to this, i can relax for awhile.
Dreamy.
It doesn't even matter that my neck hurts like a bitch from Kendo.
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