Arts & Entertainment

A big deal out of nothing

When I read Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy, I was amazed by the intricacy of his plot, the emotional depth of his characters and the fluidity of his language. One of the reasons why I love fantasy books is the way they work my imagination and in that respect, Pullman’s mastery won me over.

When I heard the news that Northern Lights was going to be be adapted for the silver screen, I was elated. There is nothing better than seeing the worlds that you had created in your mind using imagination and words “alive” in such magnitude. And once I saw the list of cast members, I realised that it wouldn’t be merely loud booms and crashes.

It thus totally boggles my mind when I read that Christians in the US were raising a ruckus about the movie, claiming that it “bashes Christianity“.

Seriously, it’s a piece of fiction. The church that Pullman writes about may just be a symbol of an institution. The church in his book is cruel and autocratic, yes. Instead of calling for people to boycott the movie (which, really, just goes to show how narrow-minded people can be), why don’t they encourage consumers to watch the movie and then learn to draw the distinction between reality and fiction? Let them decide for themselves whether the content is truly promoting atheism. If they are afraid of children being misled by the movie, isn’t it the duty of these parents to a) simply not let them watch it or b) educate them on what is right and wrong?

These people should learn that the bigger the fuss they create, the more aware others will be of the movie. Human beings are inquisitive creatures and those who have never heard of it will be tempted to check it out to see what the fuss is all about.

Two of Us

The home stretch

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You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead

Last Saturday, we had one of those mother of all fights.

The sort where we were both feeling angry and frustrated and incredibly hopeless at the same time. The sort where two people can be talking and yet no one is listening. In the end, however, we managed to get through to each other and the barrier broke amid fervent apologies and impassioned promises never to take each other for granted.

Of course, there isn’t one relationship that is perfect and honestly, one without some sort of tension once in a while can be rather dull. In the buildup to the wedding, we are probably going to yell at each other at least once again. But we acknowledge that we are flawed beings and that our views will clash occasionally and it’s in how we deal with the problems that will help us become better at living with each other.

Did we do it well this time? Probably not. Are we going to handle such disagreements better in future? Hopefully.

In the meantime, I am counting to the ninth Christmas that we are going to spend together. It’s coming in less than 30 days, hurrah!

I really, really love Christmas.

Wedding March

Some Scrubs help

After having a mini meltdown last night, it was timely that I chanced upon this really, really sweet proposal on Manolo for the Brides (which is a really helpful and hilarious site). A proposal doesn’t need to be showy or expensive or armed with a huge rock – all you need is a huge dose of love and sincerity, and brains to come up with something memorable.

Oh, and having friends like these wouldn’t hurt. Heh.

Health Goddess

Learning to breathe

In and out, in and out.

When I woke up this morning, I and was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly the air had flowed into my body when I breathed. It’s been so long since I have had allergic rhinitis that I have forgotten what it is like to inhale without any difficulty.

I sat on my bed and experimented again. Closed my eyes, breathed in and out, in and out. And it felt so good, the movement of delicious air down into my lungs.

Granted, it was due to the duo action of anti-histamines and nasal spray but for the time being, I just reveled in breathing. It made the two-hour wait at the clinic and my doctor’s diagnosis (90% of my nasal passageway is congested) worthwhile.

It’s amazing how one can forget something as basic as breathing. I have grown so used to this stuffy nose of mine that it never occurred to me how much I would miss the feeling of the air flowing smoothly through my nose.

I have forgotten, and missed, a lot of things.

Little Miss Shopaholic

Who wears socks and tights?

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I have been in love with tights for a while now. I love how they jazz up an outfit, transform something old into something new and brighten up the wearer immediately.

The obsession started with a dark purple pair – subtle and unobtrusive, yet not as dull as plain black. It continued with a pair of black hoisery with diamond patterns, lending a sexy touch to an outfit without screaming out “tart!” (I was contemplating fishnet ones…).

Then, I had a craving for chili red tights. I imagined wearing a mod dress in black with the red tights worn into black booties and I couldn’t get it out of my head. This means that I have to buy a) a mod black dress, b) red tights and c) booties. I ended up with the booties, a bright blue pair of tights and two black dresses that I bought especially to match the tights. Go figure.

One afternoon, while waiting for a cab to bring me back to the office, I zipped into Topshop and look, a fabulously bright pair of pink tights! Sod red, I got the pink instead.

And then last weekend, I dropped by River Island (fast becoming one of my favourite haunts) and there it was, the exact thing that I had been contemplating: ladylike knee socks in grey. The wallet came out faster than one could say “whee” and I am now a proud owner of a pair of knee socks in grey with girly ribbons.

I have no idea how or what I am going to wear it with yet but I shall find out soon. Because isn’t that the joy of fashion – to mix the unthinkable and come up with something absolutely delightful and out of this world?

Little Miss Shopaholic, Photography

Fascination with feetses

As I was going through my Flickr pages, I realise that I have taken quite a few pictures of shoes. Specifically, my shoes. Clearly, my obsession is obvious.

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The new killer booties that I had bought from DMK recently. Very car-to-kerb, kerb-to-car.

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My favourite Converse sneakers. Kids size 2.

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We wait for the bus to take us to the place where we will be wed next year.

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Guess whose shoes?

Wedding March


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There was a time when I had thought writing our own, personal wedding vows was a good idea. His reaction then had been telling: “Err are you sure you want me to write my own vows?”

Okay, maybe not then.

Something like this would be nice although I think it’s beyond him:
“I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there, in sickness and in health. I could say till death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope. I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure.” ~Grey’s Anatomy

Be home safe, don’t get eaten up by the cute little koalas and I will see you soon.

The organised chaos

Pretense is the game

There are some who say that imbibing alcohol will loosen tongues and allow secret thoughts to be made public. Others believe that what come out from an excess of the spirits are nothing but rambling nonsense. Then, there are those who think that many hide behind the cloak of drunkenness to say what they truly feel without the fear of embarrassment.

Which school of thought should I trust?

Neither, is the answer. What I have chosen to do is to close one eye and pretend that nothing has been said or done in that stupor. Ignorance is bliss, or so they say. And now that I have gone past the shock and discomfort, I shall move forward by never acknowledging the spoken words that had hung between us, slippery with truth, mockery and a thousand shades of grey.


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Business travel always vexes me, because I can never sleep once night falls. It’s the unfamiliarity of the surroundings that turns the mind into an elusive, energetic monkey.

But it had been a nice break, punctuated by pockets of time for me to re-read some books, sit in cafes and have a cup of tea with no sense of hurry and the chance to meet new people.

Plus, the storm is over. The boyf has been texting me whenever he gets network coverage in the jungles. But it’s going to be no-communications zone for the next week. It’s fine, though. Like I said, the storm has passed and a new shore may just be appearing on the horizon.

We’ll see.