Dinner Celebration

Food, Friends, Fun

What else do you need
For a perfect Sunday?

Except maybe
You?

~ Kel. 28 January 2007

Yours truly had a nice afternoon/evening.

First, there was an entertaining afternoon of TABOO fun. If you haven't ever played TABOO, try it. Yours truly likes the game precisely because it allows moi to learn more about the wavelength of friends. After all, the game forces us to describe words and one's association and choice of description reveals much about a person.

In any case, the game was followed by a great steamboat and desserts. Of course, there were alcohol (how can there not be?). A friend of *Starry actually bake a LINDT 70% dark chocolate tart. All present were duly impressed by the tart. More significantly, yours truly's mom *approved of the tart. High praise indeed for *starry's friend.

Anyway, we obviously had way too much food. *Starry had to bring back the cake she brought along, unfortunately. grimace. But really, there was no way we could stuff ourselves with anything else. Sorry, *starry, but gesture appreciated nonetheless. *grin*

Envious?

I would be too, that is, if I weren't present. smirk.

But hey, yours truly contributed the venue and the steamboat and borrowed TABOO from *peace, so moi's sorta entitled to be smirky.

In gist, nice Sunday night.

Perfect way to welcome *candid as my roommate for a month.

Won't you agree?


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Resignation Finally

I haven't got the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.
~ David Sedaris, "Naked"


You-know-who has finally taken the plunge.

She dumped lotsa glue (such a waste of glue!) on the envelope and *stomped into the director's room and tendered her resignation in a "i-dun-care and this-is-final" tone. No discussion. No more wavering.

Good for you, my friend!

Thumbs up.

Moi's first reaction....CONGRATS. FINALLY. *arched brows*

Yours truly didn't wanna unduly influence moi's friends, so I usually refrain from giving my decision if I were you type of answer. In other words, I try to give rational and logical "advice" on both sides of the picture. But in this case, yours truly can only say, good riddance. The grass out there is really greener. *dryly*

Yes, finally, the end to a long tedious process of wanting to quit and wavering here and there and never taking the final plunge.

Imagine the patience and endurance yours truly had shown when in reality, yours truly prefers decisive firm and logical decision/action. *roll eyes*

Oh well. Better late than never. Yes?

Perhaps its time you did something about something in your life?

Change isn't necessarily bad.

Or necessarily good.

Only you can decide for yourself.

Maybe its time we all reflected.

Won't you agree?

:::

News Flash: *Candid is moi's soon-to-be ONE month roommate!

Films

Everybody's Hell is different. It's not all fire and pain. The real Hell is your life gone wrong.
~ What Dreams May Come

There's tons of films lately that yours truly would like to watch, will watch and those that moi wants to watch but dun dare to watch.

For a start, yours truly will likely watch the following:
~ Sione's Wedding
~ One Last Dance
~ Babel
~ Painted Veil

Yours truly would really like to watch the following, if and only if, moi gets my stomach and guts in order:

~ Requiem
(why is the sub-heading "the last exorcism in in Germany"? The plot looks very interesting but the sub-heading makes moi worried abt the contents of the film....any takers to watch with moi?)

~ Big Bang Love
(yours truly probably can gather my guts to sit through the violence but not the sad ending whereby one protagonist dies. *sigh*)

Thinking of watching:
~ Perfume
(do I really wanna watch a film about a murderer especially since yours truly didn't particularly love the book?)

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Yours truly need more guts, a stronger stomach and probably more friends who wanna watch such flicks?

How about you?

Stranger than Fiction

Yours truly watched “Stranger than Fiction” on Friday.

It was a great flick, despite having to cramp into a small awkward dusty smelling cinema on the 9th Floor of Cineleisure (which tells you how un-advertised the film is) and being late by 15 mins and thus, missing the start of the show (which I hate but shall forgive *Ms Evil for causing moi to miss the opening since she (a) recommended the show (b) bought the tickets and (c) braved the traffic on a Friday night).

Yours truly liked the film, the cinematography and the narrative running through the film. It was a worthy film to watch, not always the case in many films. To be honest, yours truly hasn’t seen that many films lately that grab my imagination so well. Imagine if one is the *poor writer who kills off your character at the end, writing “Beautiful Tragedies” and then, you find out that what you write is actually real. Imagine the guilt and the horror of knowing that you have killed off, not one fictitious character, but many fictitious characters, and they are perfectly nice, decent people (otherwise, they won’t be your heroes of the fiction). In other words, you find out that you are a MURDERER and yet, and yet, you didn’t know. Is that an excuse for killing? More importantly, you have given the main character’s life meaning; their deaths are a masterpiece. They are immortalized forever in beautiful prose.

First and foremost, yours truly was *scandalized and *bewildered when the professor in the film told Harold Crick (the main character) that there is no way out, that he has to die. The novel is a masterpiece and only if he dies in the end, can the novel remain a masterpiece. But what is even more bewildering, is that Harold, after reading the novel, agreed with the professor. He actually went to the writer and told her that he loved the novel and there is no other way. Heck, he just agreed to die. How weird is that?

It is not that yours truly feel that one should cling onto life at all cost, but then again, why shouldn't one cling onto life? To me, life isn’t complete. Only if you are alive, can you feel, experience and change. If you put a full stop to your life, accept the narrative of your life, then how do you know whether you can do more, make more of yourself? How do you know that you can’t make life better? How do you know that your existence can't change someone else's life?

Having said all this ranting, yours truly concedes that I love reading, I like literature and on hindsight, perhaps even agree with the professor that literary masterpieces are so because there is no other way the novel/writing can end but in that beautiful moment.

However, if I was the writer, and I have the choice of a masterpiece and letting my main character live because he is real, how can I choose otherwise but to let him live? I mean, I develop a fondness for some of my writings and of all things in the world, I hope that I can claim I understand words. If a guy is my main character and he is alive, how can I kill him, even though it ruins my writing?

Perhaps as the writer (Uma Thurman) said in the film, how could she knowingly kill a person who knows his fate and goes knowingly to his fate? Isn’t such a person precisely someone worth saving? (paraphrased since I can’t remember the exact words).

Particularly, yours truly enjoyed the scenes where Harold gets a guitar and the scene where he ticks off in his notebook on whether his narrative is a tragedy or a comedy.

Anyway, in gist, a film to watch.

At least yours truly feels so.

:::

On other news, yours truly watched the film with *Ms Evil, her boyboy aka *XB and *doormat. Yours truly could of course, describe *XB and my perception of him. But heck, *Ms Evil reads this blog and apparently, not only are there no secrets among her friends, there aren’t any from the boyfriend. So what I say, will very likely be repeated to *XB so let’s skip this. *grin*

For nosey readers who happen to be my close friends, ask me. And I might just tell you. *laconic*

On an additional note, yours truly went to *Starry’s place for dinner with *Candid and *Starry’s friend aka *Fongky. Anyway, it was a pleasant dinner despite the very cold war going on with *Starry and current *housemate. Btw, did you know that East Malaysian men are rich and very gallant? *arched brows*

In any case, *Fongky summed it up very nicely: “I would like an East Malaysian bf but not an East Malaysian son”. *laugh*

2007

2007 sneaked in
January flying by
Woe be me
That age is catching up

Woe be me
That time is losing out

Alas.
~ yours truly

Yours truly wish she has better or more fun reasons for having not blogged for a year, but alas, other than a really great Christmas party, a comfy relaxing trip to *candid's hometown for the new year and a happy bday celebration at Sentosa last weekend for *candid (photos might conceivably be ideal. But alas, *photographer-wannabe eccentric's PC is down....), there has't been much to report.

Well, I suppose nosey readers (yes, you!) might like to know that *candid is going to move in with *starry, but then again, that's their news, so yours truly shall skip the details, except to predict lotsa great meals at their place, sleepovers and such. In the spirit of reporting irrelevant news, let me also inform thee that 2, not one but two of yours truly's clique are going to get hitched this year. Tragic, that alone tells yours truly that age has and is indeed catching up.

On happier news, yours truly might potentially be able to go to europe with *starry and her gallant in May, subject to yours truly's boss' approval and of cos, that my only other colleague doesn't decide to go on her honeymoon in May. Let's keep fingers crossed.

Yours truly can report more news about my frens, such as the *mushiness of ....., *the life changing-I-wanna-break-scholarship-bond of....., *the breakup fiasco of ....., *depression of....., *happiness of schooling of ....., *possibly office gossip with tinge of elitism at work...., but what the heck. Yours truly dun feel up to it. Fill in the blanks yourself. Or better yet, challenge your imagination .The reality is probably not as fun as what you can imagine.

Such a mundane blog. Such utter banality. tsk tsk. *hang head*

Yours truly should get a life? Yes?

Do you need one too?

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