I'm glad I could make it to Jean's photography exhibition yesterday. Her series "Saved by Buddha", she documents the ethnic minority children in Myanmar who find safe haven in monasteries. They were inspiring and heart-warming.
Oh and Steve McCurry was there too. Not that I know him, but I sure know what picture he took in National Geogrpahic covers. You know which one I'm talking about.

Anyway visit their webby: http://www.mopasia.com.sg/

Apart from the crazy week and trying to slot in gym time after work, my body's aching and finding more sleep time to recuperate. So yes waking up late on Sunday afternoon ain't sucha bad idea.

Now, off to grocery shopping. Works just well on a lazy Sunday. =)

Watched Ghost of your Girlfriends' Pasts.
Yeah, it's just one of those weekend shows to catch. Nothing too intense, just light.
This part where he said "Love is food for the weak.."
On the contrary, somehow, I beg to differ. I'm sure most of you will too. But having said that, Love itself, such a strong overly used word, shows nothing more than the moments of obscurity. Far from being certain, worst still, it eats you bit by bit without you knowing. L, just enchants you somehow to grow intensely dependent on your significant other. It manifests the emptiness when it eats you, anyway.
To some, too much L to give is such a decadent act. So why deal with it.

I don't agree that one can only be truly happy, only when you find L.

Intimacy without intricacy, such simplicity. One should live by it.

Still getting used to the new, yet busy environment and knowing that I'll be there for 6 months on this job assignment, I'll deal with what's ahead. My hours spent in the office are way more than ever before. Keeping my fingers crossed, I can't wait to hear some piece of good news soon.
Right now, so much things to learn which is not too shabby but - my brain is tearing itself apart.
I know I owe people Yogja pictures and am supposed to load them up with all the other albums, I've hardly got the time. It's quite a rare hour being online, cause the last thing I wanna do right now is to face another screen.
I've got plenty to do and weekends are the time to play catch up with friends, family and what not.
Ok, in a nutshell, I'm pretty drained and probably the next post would be in a months time. Hopefully I can get the pictures sorted out for them.

Somewhere it says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must be unavoidably be smitten as well. Amor ch'anull'amato amar perdona. Love, which exempts no one who's loved from loving.
I've got a problem with using the L word, actually.

Before heading off to Yogyakarta tomorrow, shall recommend these 2 Spore International Film Fest movies to catch.
Hoping to visit Borobudur in Yogja.




After deciding what to watch and what not, (since there were plenty, but too little time), we just spent 2 evenings watching the 2. Shall revisit the website again to see what's screening when I'm back.
Meantime, tickets are selling out fast.

The Black Balloon




The Black Balloon is a story about fitting in, discovering love, and accepting your family.

It’s not easy being Thomas. He’s turning sixteen; and moving into a new house, and school. His older brother Charlie announces their arrival to the neighbours by banging a wooden spoon and wailing on the front lawn. Charlie doesn’t speak. He’s autistic and has ADD. He’s also unpredictable, sometimes unmanageable, and often disgusting. Thomas hates his brother but wishes he didn’t.

The Mollisons are an army family; but it’s not what you’d call a regimented life, or even a regular household. Thomas’s cricket-obsessed father, Simon, talks to his teddy. Simon and Maggie are openly intimate, and now Maggie is going to have another baby.

One morning, the semi-naked Charlie escapes the house and leads Thomas on a chase across the neighbourhood. Charlie bursts into a stranger’s house to use the toilet; and Thomas finds himself face to face with Jackie Masters, his gawky but fascinating new classmate. The trouble is she’s in the shower.

Maggie has complications with her pregnancy and becomes bedridden. Thomas and Simon between them take on Charlie’s daily routine; and Thomas experiences the less savoury aspects of coping with his brother. What he didn’t bargain for was the shit-smearing, shopping centre tantrums, and riding in the Autistic School bus. It’s sink or swim; and Thomas is drowning.

The truth is he is – literally. The school swimming lessons are a nightmare, because Thomas has never got beyond doggie paddle. Then Thomas is partnered with Jackie for basic life-saving; and Jackie swims like a fish. It’s only when they get to mouth-to-mouth resuscitation that things pick up and young love blossoms between the two – well, three, because Charlie is also entranced by the pretty girl.

Thomas’s birthday dinner turns into a nightmare. Pent-up frustrations about his brother pour out that are both confronting and
ultimately heart-warming.



Worlds Apart.

Best known for getting doors closed in their faces, Jehovah’s Witnesses are in the spotlight of this complex Danish drama directed by Niels Arden Oplev. Based on true events, the story centers on a family of Witnesses who must decide—under difficult circumstances—if their love of God is greater than their love for one another, as their faith teaches them. Bringing about this Edenic fall, or so it seems, is 17-year-old Sara, who is blissfully devout until her hormones lead her into the arms of a nonbeliever (as we learn through a series of falling-in-love-in-the-rain scenes). But Sara, we soon discover, isn't the only one questioning her faith and her family. During this emotional tug-of-war, Worlds Apart starts to resemble a sort of religious version of Survivor, where a single misstep—adultery, premarital sex, challenging the views of the “elders”—can get you booted off Jehovah’s island.