Holiday, Guys and a Spitting Sky | March 2nd 2007
I watched ‘The Holiday’ with H last night; it’s a cute eye-opening movie. I’m not into blonde guys, but wow, was Jude Law cute or what? Yes, yes he was! Especially with spectacles on! He was really good in the movie and thank goodness, for a change he wasn’t a player, yay! I still can’t get over the part where he gives Cameron a side glance when they were in the car and smiles *melts*. H and I were talking about the movie, when we were at Columbus Café, and I couldn’t stop gushing over that scene *sigh* What the heck is wrong with me? Jude Law?! Eh dah?! :/
I liked a part Iris (Kate Winslet) said in the beginning of the movie:
I’ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “love is blind”. Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas’, the worst Birthday’s, New Years Eve’s brought in by tears and Valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back.
It was fun catching up with H, I haven’t seen her since last November. We laughed, debated, agreed that men are terrible and got spat on by the sky (rained on). First thing H told me when she saw me was, “Sou! You’ve lost so much weight!” I won’t lie, that was a total ego boost! :) We made plans to meet up for sushi next week, yay; there isn’t any better way to go broke (and gain weight) than dine on sushi :)
Random: I really want to watch ‘Blood Diamond’.
I also need to go to bed. Too much rambling isn’t good for the brain :p
I’m going to leave you all with something different, no songs, but instead a poem.
Your love, dear man, is as lovely to me
as sweet soothing oil to the limbs of the restless,
as clean as ritual robes to the flesh of the gods,
as fragrance of incense to one coming home
hot from the smells of the street.It is like nipple-berries ripe in the hand,
like the tang of grainmeal mingled with beer.
Like wine to the palate when taken with white bread.
While unhurried days come and go,
let us turn to each other in quiet affection.
Walk in peace to the edge of old age,
and I shall be with you each unhurried day,
a woman given her wish: to see for a lifetime the face of her lord.
The poem is an Ancient Egyptian pastoral poem. Written by sophisticated and educated artists who adopted the persona of simple working class characters. Pastoral poems were a way for “highly civilized” Egyptians to experience what they ‘imagine’ ordinary folk life to be - basically, a way for them to walk in somebody else’s shoes.
Till next time world.
Ta ta for now :*