You’ll be the death of me

I first heard this song on the TV telecast of Victoria’s Secrets Fashion Show 2012 and now, ‘I’m addicted and I don’t know why’. I have never been a huge fan of Bruno Mars — I’ve only liked his ‘Just the way you are’ and ‘Marry You’ and ‘Grenade’ songs because she first introduced them to me — so I’m surprised by how particularly mesmerised I am by this latest song’s chorus and the composition of the melody, even though I don’t think the lyrics make any sense. Actually, none of them ever do.

All you young wild girls

You make a mess of me

Yeah, you young wild girls

You’ll be the death of me, the death of me

All you young wild girls

No matter what you do

Yeah, you young wild girls

I’ll always come back to you, come back to you…

The slow ballad is so enchanting that I keep replaying the YouTube video. And seeing incredibly hot models strutting around in skimpy lingerie is the delightful cherry on the icing. Now I can’t stop daydreaming about these beautiful women whose bodies are so out-of-this-world — so svelte and lithe — that I wish I was a hard 10/10 on the scale of good looks. If only!

Also, I still can’t believe it’s 2013. I’m still having difficulty writing/typing 2013 on my word documents. And I have no New Year resolutions to speak of. Maybe to get myself a hot supermodel? Hehe!


Life will be all right

Ishika Mohan/20th Century Fox

I’ve wanted to watch The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel when the British film was still showing in cinemas around late June/early July. I remember reading reviews of it and thought: “This sounds like a heart-warming feel-good movie that should make us laugh and enjoy our two hours in the cinema.” Plus, I had watched Salmon Fishing in the Yemen before that and absolutely loved it. The Brit irony and sarcastic wit was hilarious.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel was nearly at the end of its run here though, which meant it had limited timings at certain cinemas only so finding the right person and the right day to watch it was critical. I remember asking someone if she wanted to watch it and the response I got was: “No, I don’t understand British accents.”

I was silent after that. It’s a movie. It has subtitles. Besides, you’re supposed to put your brain at the door and be entertained. How hard can it be to understand spoken English?

Anyway, we didn’t watch it together in the end. But I’m so glad I managed to finally watch the movie.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is a 2012 British comedy-drama film that was based on the 2004 novel These Foolish Things by Deborah Moggach. The two-hour long film features an ensemble cast including Judi Dench, Bill Nighy and Maggie Smith among a group of British pensioners moving to a newly opened retirement resort in Jaipur, India. However, upon their arrival, the seven financially distressed and retired Brit men and women discover the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is far from the luxurious retreat “for the elderly and beautiful” that its advertising claims. Despite not meeting their expectations, most of them take it in stride and begin to flourish in their new-found adventure, letting the trip change their lives forever.

Each of them has a sad story that forces or influences them to head for India (read brief sketches of them here.) Most of them can’t afford the high living expenses needed to retire in England. They miss home and their children, but they can’t go back. It made me realise I should save more money and worry about building my retirement nest, instead of splurging on materialistic items that would probably not last long enough as heirlooms.

There are pleasant surprises. One of them was Graham Dashwood, a retired High Court judge, who grew up in Jaipur and is returning for the first time since his youth. Turns out he is a middle-aged gay man who’s “more in theory than in practice nowadays”. Graham hopes to reconnect with his Indian lover, whose family was disgraced when their affair was discovered. He has loved him his whole life, thinking that he had lost the love of his life forever and wanting to make up to him if he could ever find him again. And he does find a happy ending, but not what you’d expect.

This is a feel-good film whose optimism and sentimentality gives me hope that it’s never too late to leave my comfort zone and explore new horizons, as long as I’m willing to go with the flow.

Evelyn: Nothing here has worked out quite as I expected.

Muriel: Most things don’t. But sometimes what happens instead is the good stuff.

Evelyn: The only real failure is the failure to try, and the measure of success is how we cope with the disappointment, as we all must.

Because in the end no matter what happens, whether it’s good or bad, life will still go on and you will be fine. Really.

Sonny: Everything will be all right in the end. So if it is not all right, then it is not yet the end.


A Spanish kiss

So Spain won the World Cup. I know you know this news is more than a bit late and no longer newsworthy. But just in case you were the last few who have yet saw, read or heard about this gesture, you should know this made me go “AWwwwww” when I first saw it about a month ago. I had to stop watching it before I got a “brought tears to my eyes” moment then. Now I think it’s safe for me to post it. But after watching it for the fourth time, I’m not sure it was dust that got into my eyes.

Here’s Iker Casillas, the goalkeeper and captain for Spain’s national team, being interviewed by Sara Carbonero, a reporter for Spanish network Telecinco, after Spain won the World Cup by defeating Netherlands one nil. The game was unbearably boring. But this interview more than made up for it. Oh, you should also know that Carbonero is Casillas’ girlfriend.

Tell me, you couldn’t stop smiling after watching it, can you?


Lady Gaga’s telephone in VideoSong by Pomplamoose

This must be the longest commercial break ever! You must have dozed off, grew up, got married, had babies and probably waving your children off to college by now. Well, it’s only been 19 days since my last post. But it felt like time sat on a bullet train and burst through every time and space continuum fabric the universe could conjure up.

Yes. It’s only mid-April and 2010 is tiring me out. I am exhausted. And slightly annoyed with the office’s noisy computer server which is currently teaching me self-restraint of the highest degree. Then again, I could be cranky from the lack of sleep.

Where were we? Right, we were at that café and its hot chocolate was overwhelmingly sweet. We barely had half a cup each but the conversation was exceedingly good, if I may say so myself. It’s weird that I don’t exactly remember what was said but I felt a good vibe. Is the suspense killing you yet? No? Good, ’cause I would like you to watch something exceeding refreshing and different from the factory-manufactured pop songs and music videos being churned out these days. Cough. Think Bieber that was somehow trending on Twitter recently. Just saying.

This is a cover of Lady Gaga’s latest hit single Telephone but done in a new medium by YouTube sensation Pomplamoose. From NPR’s article:

Jack Conte and Nataly Dawn are Pomplamoose, and they recently sat down with Weekend All Things Considered guest host Linda Wertheimer to talk about their success. When it comes to Pomplamoose’s videos, what you see is what you get.

“There’s no hidden sounds, there’s no lip-synching, there’s no overdubbing. What you see is what you hear,” Conte says. “Sometimes, there might be two or three Natalys harmonizing with herself, and then you’ll see those three videos juxtaposed together on the screen.”

You have to watch the video below. I love it and so should you.

Also, I got a shock today after checking the blog stats – 154 clicks and counting – woahhhh, it’s like celebrating both Christmas and Hanukkah in July. I know I shouldn’t but I’m way amused that blog readers are very much attracted to a broken heart syndrome like bees to honey. That’s all I’m saying.


OMG, the Force IS with me

Seriously, guys, I don’t think you fully appreciate the significance of this until you feel the Force from a galaxy far, far away appearing right on your screen.

"The Force is strong with this one."


Turquoise is apparently the colour of 2010

The colour of your next bikini

You probably heard it here last but in case, you were in some alternate universe where Pantone is just some random sounds made together to mean the end of a meal, you’re in luck. The world’s authority on colour and provider of colour to fashion and design houses plus many other industries, Pantone has declared Pantone 15-5519 or its much more famous namesake Turquoise  colour of year 2010.

Leatrice Eiseman, executive director of the Pantone Color Institute®, explains more on why turquoise was chosen. “It is believed to be a protective talisman, a color of deep compassion and healing, and a color of faith and truth, inspired by water and sky.”

Interesting. I’m loving the new colour, especially since it’s the designated colour for my horoscope. Oh it’s Sagittarius, since you asked. But here’s the ultimate clincher for me.

Combining the serene qualities of blue and the invigorating aspects of green, Turquoise evokes thoughts of soothing, tropical waters and a languorous, effective escape from the everyday troubles of the world, while at the same time restoring our sense of wellbeing.

If Pantone’s colour for 2009 Mimosa Yellow was chosen to send a “hopeful optimistic message” to the public, year 2010 would be the year we get to start fantasising about turning lobster red on sandy beaches.

Cocktails, anyone? I’d even add a tiny umbrella in your drink, if you ask nicely.


What does your birthday say about you?

I smoked with a glass of milk because that’s how I roll. Six more days and it’s my big day. Can’t quite say I’m jumping with joy yet. But enough about me. What does your birthday say about you?

Because this will make our lives better



I just can’t pull myself away

So I spent the last few days out of town. Did some pricey retail therapy and even caught a play at the theatre. Although the seats were a tad bloody neck-aching far, it was brilliant pretending to be cultured and all that for three hours.

I wished I had taken more photos though. The cityscape at night were spectacular and breathtaking. Especially with the lovely weather. I should post some photos up soon so you have an idea of the visual feast my eyes had. But the camera wouldn’t do the views I saw justice. In fact, no newfangled camera technology can. There is only one sort in the world which will capture the views in real-time colour, shades and lighting as I see it.

And that’s my eyes. Taking mental pictures which will never turn yellow with age or be lost in a corrupted hard disk.

Know what I am saying?

Here’s a music video which sums up my thoughts on the short trip and how I secretly want to dance like a slick all sexed up hip hop god.


I met Angelina Jolie’s hubby today

That’s right. You know the name. Now here’s the legend who made your loins weep with joy. Looks fab, innit.

Sexiest bread alive

Sexiest bread alive


The Boyle I can’t get enough of

This sounds as though it was played straight from a CD itself. (It is, by the way.) This Susan Boyle may not give me goosebumps as she did with her stunning rendition of I Dreamed A Dream from Les Miserable. But this is something I have on replay at the moment. It helps that it’s a classic which I have always liked*. And while it has been recorded by many artistes Ella Fitzgerald, Julie London, Diana Krall and many more, I dare say Boyle ranks just as nice among them.

An old recording the hot favourite for Britain’s Got Talent made in 1999 for a local newspaper’s charity CD in her Scottish hometown. Guys, here’s Boyle’s take on Cry Me A River.

*On hindsight, it probably wasn’t wise to listen too much of this song. Not when I am nursing a heartbreak still. Brings back unnecesary grief which I am struggling to hold back. Mates have told me I’ve lost plenty of weight since five months ago by the way. I’ve silently attributed the weight loss to you.

Tonight, I am thinking of you even though you are blissfully unaware of it. I miss you.