La Vie en Rose

GB asked about my upcoming doings for the weekend and I wishfully replied, "I'm flying off to Paris for a late afternoon brunch at a quaint dainty looking cafe that overlooks the Eiffel Tower in the background."

He did a killjoy and said, "Paris is expensive you know..."

Of course I didn't tell him that I had won a bet almost two years back which involves me getting my two flat feet on Parisian ground in the other's expense but no worries to You yeah, I won't hold You to anything. *chuckle*

Just like to rub it in a little :) *rub-a-dub-dub*

I reckon Edith Piaf's 'La Vie en Rose' is the perfect Paris song. Originally in French, it has been covered by many artists in English but the best version I've heard so far is by Louis Armstrong from the 'French Kiss' soundtrack.

Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is La vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see La vie en rose

When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom

And when you speak...angels sing from above
Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be La vie en rose

Sigh, a girl can dream can't she?

Paris

La ville des amoureux, la ville des lumières qui miroite et des scintillements sous le ciel de nuit comme le bijou lumineux elle est dans la couronne de l'Europe.

Je peux être désabusé par le romanticism que symbolises mais ce de cette les beaux ville est mon rêve et je me réveillerai quand je veux à.

Ils vous disent la trouvaille vous-même à Paris...

Ce moyen je veut-il restent-ils perdu dans me jusqu'à ce que je fasse un pas pied sur sa terre, jusqu'à ce que je respire son air?

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"At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away..."
- Meredith Grey 'Grey's Anatomy'

You took mine away this morning with your 23K :)

To Love or Not To Love

"To love is to suffer.

To avoid suffering one must not love.

But then one suffers from not loving.

Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer.

To suffer is to suffer.

To be happy is to love.

To be happy then is to suffer.

But suffering makes one unhappy.

Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.

I hope you're getting this down"

Woody Allen's rationalisation of Love, suffering and happiness.

Had to read it thrice to understand where he's coming from. Mondays make you naturally incapable of comprehension. Intellectual capacity seems to be at its lowest on this day. Darn. I wish it was Friday.

One does wonder what was going on in the workings of his mind when he thought of the above. Such simple words yet it holds much complexity.

In brief, Love and happiness leads to suffering... but suffering from too much happiness? Now that's something I've gotta try.

Under 18?

Birdy and I wanted to catch the Liverpool-Tottenham match so we decided to have dinner at Chilli's. Took places at the bar for the telly and ordered. Match was into its half time and while waiting for our F & B, I lit up and this is what happened...

"I'm sorry but can I check your ID please?" asked Pretty Boy waiter.
"Huh? ID? Why?" I asked surprised.

"We have a lot of underaged smokers here.." he replied.
"Underaged?? Me?? Ha! Here see for yourself..."

PB waiter thanks me sheepishly and scrams away.
"Great. Now he knows how old I am..." I shrugged.
"Hey, it's a compliment okay. Means you don't look your age.." chuckles Birdy in reply. "Hhmm, do I look like I'm going out with someone who's younger than 18 then?"
"Ha ha! Cradle snatcher!" giggled I.

This is the second time someone asked me for my ID since I hit the quarter of a century mark. First time was upon entry into Poppy last year. I couldn't help but react with a slight defensive tone in both instances but after a quick digest, I guess it's somewhat of a good thing, right? To not look your age and be indirectly complimented for it.

I Will Be Here

Tomorrow morning if you wake
up and the sun does not appear
I will be here
If in the dark, we lose sight of love
Hold my hand, and have no fear
'Cause I will be here

I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to cryin'
Through the winning, losing and trying
We'll be together
I will be here

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I will be here
Just as sure as seasons were made for change
Our lifetimes were made for these years
So I will be here

I will be here
And you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we're older
I will hold you
And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here

I will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the One who gave you to me

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I will be here
Oh, I will be here

- Steven Curtis Chapman

Perfect wedding song for a groom to serenade to his bride. Such a genuine heartfelt song. Know you will agree with me on this Lady BD :)

Mission TDWP is confirmed. Yay. The convenience of Easy Access.

Have a good weekend people as we say goodbye to week 38 of the year and welcome the 39th.

Life affords us very little Happiness... take it where you can get it.

It Was Yellow

I was in the ladies washing my hands when a Cheeeeena Girl walks in with her Cheeeeena friend. She took the middle cubicle, sat down, pee-ed away while chatting to her friend in the next cubicle. With her yellow panties hanging at the knees, she got up, reached for the tissue dispenser, wiped herself and zipped up.

 

Nothing wrong with this scenario you'll say, quite the normal pee-ing process you reckon but... how do I know the colour of her panties???

 

Well, this is because Cheeeeena girl pee-ed with the door completely opened! 

 

Mua here was her witness and yes, I saw places of her where the sun don't shine. *mental picture snapped*

 

Colleague giggled and said, "You've been blessed..." when I told her about my encounter.

 

Oh gosh... I don't want to be blessed this way! 

 

It's just bizarre.

Breaking Up and Paying For It

"The body asks the heart, if I am in pain the doctor will cure me, but if you are in pain, who is going to cure you? The heart replies, only I can cure myself. Maybe that is why, each person have their own way of healing the pain in their hearts. Drink, sing, throw a tantrum, cry, laugh, talk to a friend, travel, run a marathon.

- carinasuyin

 

Breaking up.

 

Needless to say, a large majority of us will go through this phase at least once in our lives. Unfortunately, there's no fast forwarding it.

 

The support of our friends and family cradles us but at the end of the day, it's true, no one else can cure our hearts and heal our pain but us alone.

 

The heart knows many secrets the head does not know...

 

There is one thing I have noticed us ladies tend to do when we experience a breakup and it involves our hair.

 

Yes, our crowning glory. We'll do something to it! Cut it. Dye it. Highlight it. Perm it. Straighten it. And knowing the marketing skills of salons nowadays, coupled with our vulnerable emotional state, we'll do a combo and pay for it, indeed.

 

Guess it's a more subtle approach to consoling ourselves or it could be an indication that we're moving on or at least trying to. After all, girls will be girls and we will stand guilty of self vanity one way or another. And if giving ourselves a new look make us feel just that little bit sane again, then I say go for it.

 

I reckon it's a better alternative than getting pissed drunk, waking up the next morning to a complete stranger and regretting eons after.

 

What's more, the look on your ex when he sees a revamped you? It could be priceless.

 

P/S If the word 'SPAM' appears in the title, it is thanks to the screwed up blogger beta again.

Where Is It?!?!

Can't seem to find the 'Done' button once pictures have been uploaded. It's not in the window!

Been wanting to post a picture of my latest must-visit-before-I-am-6-feet-underground places in this world.

It's breathtaking...
It's a sight to behold...

*sneering*
I do not like the new blogger beta.

Something Good

Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way

Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today

If I were honest I 'd tell you everything
But it keeps coming out as lies
It's not a promise
In case you're wondering
It's not some blessing in disguise

But something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today

I know romance is not in fashion
And my heart is on the line
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time

Then something good just might come crashing
From the stars that light the sky
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time

Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way

Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today

Something good will come our way
Something good will come our way
Something good will come our way
Something good will come our way
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Something good will come our way
- Bic Runga

Thanks for the song BD. It spoke to the heart and the head.

Mission DAL accomplished: craving satisfied: good company: extremely well behaved traffic.

I'm a happy butterfly. *flutter flutter*

Morning Sickness

What does it mean if you wake up feeling nauseous and your head is like the weight of a bowling ball?

What does it mean if you feel better after lunch?

What does it mean if this happens everyday?

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Maybe I'm crazy,

Maybe you're crazy,

Maybe we're crazy,

Probably...

Currently in love with this song. Driving my colleagues crazy looping it over and over again. Think I will love this song long long time. *chuckle*

Why?

Article in The Sun today:
I'll rape you again, man writes to victim.

What a sick fuck.

In an ideal world, bastards like him will have his penis sliced and diced off s.l.o.w.l.y. while he is left to bleed in agony and given the sole honour of watching as his sinful organ decomposes.

In times like this, I ask myself "Where is God? Why did He let it happen?". Nah ah, I am not doubting my faith, I still believe in Him, in his compassion and love for us. It's unshaken and unstirred.

Everything happens for a reason... and it better be a darn rock solid carved in stone good reason why things like this happen to people. She might be a terrible mother, a corrupt businesswoman, a cheating wife, a lousy friend, a disrespectful daughter but why? I might be naive in this sense, educate me please but WHY?

There are some questions we will never know the answer to... but God is fair and justice will be served. I hold steadfast to this.

And someone will burn in the purgatory flames of hell.

In An Ideal World...

... People would accept opinions, feedbacks, and criticisms with dignity, move on and get with the programme.
... People would not be two-faced bitches, bastards and green-eyed monsters.
... People would stop firing words, bullets, bombs, missiles at each other.
... People would manage the situation rather than attempt to manage the parties involved for we are not placed on this Earth to change anyone.
... People would not judge for no one likes to be judged in return.
... People would not let you down and disappoint.
... People would not play the boomerang of lies.
... People would seriously mind their own business and pay attention to their own shit instead.
... People would not discriminate and stereotype those who choose not to conform to the norm.
... People would Love freely. And there would be Peace.

Period.

But it is general knowledge that we don't live in an ideal world. I am guilty of sinning just as everyone else is. What differs is the quantity and quality of each sin committed. We're only human, we're imperfect, flawed and this fact is indeed our saving grace for the last time I checked, we don't wear a halo.

However, I believe fundamentally us beings are all born innocent. We start on a clean slate and little by little become corrupted as we grow physically and mentally. Seems the older we get the more polluted we are until it comes to a halt, where our true self we will find, whether good or bad. If good, the cleansing process will take place, a metamorphosis will occur and a better person we will transform into. If otherwise, then well, we only have ourselves to blame. Serves us right then I guess for digging our own graves.

Sigh. I am everything you said I was and more... but also less of what you think I am.

Who stole the soul from the sun for a world come undone at the seams?

What the world needs now, is Love... sweet Love...

Sienna & Her Sleeping Knight

Sienna walks towards the red mahogany door.

The door looks solid... she tries to push it, but it won't budge.

She tries again and exerts more strength and manages to open it. She enters.

Her eyes try to adjust to the blinding darkness...

As she familiarises herself with the surroundings, she sees a wooden four poster bed with drapes and sheets the colour of the sunset.

She takes cautious steps towards the bed. The floor creaks lightly under each step. The air smells musky, scented, unfamiliar.

Standing at the foot of the bed now, she stares in surprise and gasps, her heart skips a beat. There he was, on his back and fast asleep.

But he looks particularly still for a sleeping person. She reaches out, his body felt cold. tingle chills through her spine. Her heart is beating faster now. She tries to feel for pulse, but nothing, she couldn't feel anything.

She panics and tries to resuscitate him hoping for a sign of life. Don't you dare leave me, she says to him. You don't deserve the easy way out of this unjust world. Her attempts were futile. She runs her hands through his face and embraces his lifeless body. Looks at him without a blink in her hazel eyes and plants one last kiss on his lips.

She could feel the warmth of his lips still. She was hoping he'll awake, like in the fairy tales, but then she realised that she's facing the stark reality of a dead man in a dark room. Her head begins to spin. She felt stinging, burning sensation on her lips. Her limbs began to numb, her heart beats as though it wants to break out through her chest. She looks at him, her last vision, as it slowly blurs and she slides next to him on the bed. She felt surprisingly at peace, next to him, as she puffs her last breath.............

Poison from his lips killing her. The stretch of mortal time that was bestowed to them was untimely and they will reunite, together once again in death, forevermore.

Words by two souls who differ in nature and character. Different colours to symbolise the male and female contributors involved.

Does this short story sound familiar to you?