tell me about it

A word to the wise: watch MirrorMask.

And then buy the soundtrack.

And soak up Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean like never before.

It is fantabulistic. Unbelievable. Mindblowing.

It’s like watching a graphic novel come to life. Twists, turns, fantasy and imagination. MirrorMask is absolutely delicious. Neil Gaiman’s magic storytelling and McKean’s otherworldly illustrations make the whole thing completely irresistible and so definitively them.

You HAVE to watch it.

Did I mention that Stephanie Leonidas could possibly be the most beautiful child on the planet? Especially with black irises. Her eyes are gorgeous.

*sigh*

One of Singapore’s sweeter love stories, taken from (surprise, surprise) the New Paper. When I read it, I commented that it was reassuring to know that men do have hearts, and that they do use them. Tiffy’s response? “Only old men lah.”

:(

LOVE endures.

Especially for a man who left a lasting footprint in Singapore’s history.

Six words encapsulated Mr S Rajaratnam’s love for his soulmate and the depth of his grief when she died.

Those six words: ‘I will miss my darling Piroska’.

Handwritten by the man who penned Singapore’s pledge, they adorned simple post-it notes pasted below a black-and-white portrait of Mr Rajaratnam’s one true love.

The photo takes centrestage in the living room of their matrimonial home.

After his wife, Ms Piroska Feher, a Hungarian, died of pneumonia in 1989 at age 75, Mr Rajaratnam, moved the portrait from their master bedroom to the hallway.

Why?

Mr Rajaratnam and his wife, Piroska, while they were still dating in England.

‘So that he can always see her face,’ the couple’s long-time Filipino maid, Miss Cecilia Tandoc, 49, said of the former Second Deputy Prime Minister.

‘He always said that he loves his wife, and his eyes are only on her.’

All around their Chancery Lane bungalow were other treasured photos of the couple - some together, some alone, some hung on the walls, some placed on shelves.

Indeed, with no children, all they had was each other. And it showed.

Which is why when Mr Rajaratnam realised he was losing his memory, he started to stick post-it notes around his home.

But the label below Piroska’s portrait stood out.

It was a declaration of undying love. Read the rest of this entry »

I picked up a novel from MPH yesterday because I wanted some good literature to read. I’ve got a thing for Asian authors because I really enjoy the flavor they inject into their books, especially Indian authors. So I got this book called ‘The Magpie Bridge’ by Liu Hong merely on a whim, because the blurb on the back sounded interesting.

Then I open the book, and the first thing I see is a Chinese quote. Translated, it says:

“If the affections are mutual and everlasting, does it matter that they cannot be together in everyday life?”

Mmm.

I don’t like this…this meaninglessness.  Void, empty, bored.

Clearheaded, but that’s only because there’s nothing in there.  Like my insides have been carved out with a scraper.

Emotionless.  And I don’t like it, though even that’s nothing more than a vague disquiet.  I just feel…like nothing really matters.

What does?

One! One little pumpkin! Ah ha ha!

My cup overflows :) Thank God for His blessings.

For health and strength and all good things, Lord I give you praise…

Walk with me quiet, walk with me slow
With watered down coffee and words of gold
I can feel the edges of these things
When I hear You speak to me, so walk with me

Walk with me empty, walk with me strong
The hush of our voices, when the day seems so long
It is like a balm, it is like a jewel
It unravels all I thought I knew

Will You lead me, beside the still waters
Where the oil, it runs over, and my cup overflows
You restore my soul

Tell me the story, where old is made new
The promise of ages, and all things that are true
When the shadows fall and the wrecking ball
Swings and tears me through the heart

Will You lead me, beside the still waters
Where the oil, it runs over, and my cup overflows
You restore my soul

It’s just too weird.  Too many things reminded me of you, today.  Almost everywhere I looked!  It got so bad that I started laughing to myself, looked up to the sky and said, “God, please, it’s too much!”

And now this conversation I’m having.  There are so many parallels.  I’m smiling in delight and just so happy to have someone who understands what I’m experiencing, who’s getting her happiness paid out in full.

It’s exactly how she put it:

* said:
O_o we’re in the same boat!!
ahaha
just that mine reached the jetty first…urs is sailing steadily towards it

Although at the same time it makes me feel a little bit sad, because I’m still waiting.  But it’s a wistful sort of resigned sadness, and just a little tinge, so it’s all right.

I’m just happy that I’ve reached this point in my life, because I feel really blessed already.

There is a depressing dearth of nice WordPress templates out there, and I’m not comfortable enough with php to go make my own.  Also, I’m much too lazy. :D

I’m really stoned today because I don’t think I managed to get enough sleep (even with close to 10 hours of it) and my eyes are still sore, my throat is still scratchy.  Fever and headache gone (God bless Panadol) but my head’s really heavy.  Want to sleep.  Want my bed.

My N*TU supe is coming down later to talk to me at my workplace *sigh* so I’ve got to entertain him at 12.  I don’t know how I’m going to actually “talk” when I’ve got nothing but a hoarse rasp for a voice.

I’m quite happy now though because I’ve just been given a pair of speakers by the office boy!  Maybe it’s consolation because I don’t get a new LCD screen :( Oh well now I can stop wearing earphones all day.

Home.  Panadols and bed await.

Nighty-night.

And I wished you would hold me, because I’m so tired.

When the rain comes
it seems that everyone has gone away
When the night falls
you wonder if you shouldn’t find someplace
To run and hide, escape the pain
But hiding’s such a lonely thing to do

I can’t stop the rain
From falling down on you again
I can’t stop the rain
But I will hold you ’til it goes away

When the rain comes
you blame it on the things that you have done
When the storm fades
you know that rain must fall on everyone

Rest awhile, it’ll be alright
No one loves you like I do

When the rain comes
I will hold you