Confession of a broken heart

Yup ladies and gents... my heart is definitely broken. Who broke it you might ask? Well, that's a different matter. I've told my cousin yesterday about this too. And she laughed so hard when I told her who did it. You might be too.

Nope, it's not someone (I can hear the voices of disappoinments). I'm hungry, hehehe... I was actually curling on my bed last weekend because I can't even eat anything. Yup, like a symptom for falling in love or broken heart but this is the other way around. The doc that put the anchor for my braces didn't do his job properly that there's some small sharp metal that kept on grazing my tongue each time I moved it. My tongue bled really bad. I can't eat anything solid, hardly able to talk and drinking was such a chore. Meanwhile my beloved family was very sensitive as to cook (errr... they either bought it or made my maid cook them) me some of the best smelling food. I know they meant well, but I could just look at the food and be depressed and ran to my bed and just suppress my tears (LOL). I smelled all these nice delicious food but can't have them. Hehehe...

Enough for my preamble...

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Marche on April 30th...
Anyway, I want to post some pictures that I blurredly took on April 30th. Yup some of us went to Marche to celebrate Jon's birthday. And yeah my heart already broken from that point on too. Too much nice food and I couldn't even enjoyed them. If you don't believe me, ask everybody that was there. The only one that I can totally enjoyed was just the nice Apple Soda with Sour Plum juice. That one was awesome. I ordered the mashed potato with gravy which was also OK. And the pork chop was quite nice too. I practically only eat a quarter of it. One of these days I shall take my revenge and go there to order me some steak.

And these are some of the lucky people who can enjoy them. Andrea, David, Edmond, Yihong and Jon. It seemed that my camera also felt my pain, so the pictures turned out blurry, hehehe. I know lame excuse. Perhaps Edmond can donate some nice ones from his camera :)

But that was a fun fare. Soon after that some of us went to enjoy some shopping time. We cleaned up Heeren a bit before moving on to The Paragon and closed it at Takashimaya.

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The New World
For some reason I was expecting

The New World to be something like Pirates of the Caribbean. I was totally wrong. Which is good. I was quite familiar with the story line. Just in case you guys are not familiar with American history, perhaps you would be familiar with Disney's cartoon version of "Pocahontas". I knew the story because I was accidentally bought a novel about this. So not even the history class taught me that. Anyway during that time (junior year in High School), they were teaching me 'The American Civil War'. Yucks big time.

As Charles Dickens's "Tale of Two Cities", I can also re-phrase this to Tale of Two Johns... hahaha. The heroine, Pocahontas was the Indian Princess who helped some of the earlier settlers in America. And as much to her father's disdain, she fell in love with the roguish and charming Captain John Smith. Well, history stirs clear of the mushy stuff of course, but their stories had become more than just history and a legend for a romantic tale. Of course at the end Pocahontas became a Christian and adopted the name Rebecca and married to another. And his name was John Rolfe. In the novel that I read, it seemed that John Smith had no choice when he left her and he was wounded badly when caught in the middle of confrontation battle between her clans and the settlers. She believed him to be dead and his body was brought back to England. In Disney's version, John Smith was wounded and brought back to England and buh-bye for now (hey it's a kids show). In the movie, John Smith was offered a choice, either to lead a crew in search for the Indies or just gone caput, he chose the first and then news spread that he got shipwrecked and died at sea. Later on John Rolfe, a more soft spoken guy entered her life. Picked her up when she's a broken person and helped her to become whole again. He was more, shall we say, the boy next door. He had his own version of charm, but it's more toward being a gentleman, since unlike John Smith, John Rolfe worked more like an officer. Smith was the first love and Rolfe was the one she settled with.

The things that I learned from the movie is the difference between Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now. You can totally tell the difference, in the movie. But in the real world, in your own personal experience, those things are blurred. Smith offered those passionate, fiery relationship while Rolfe was a gentleman and did everything by the book (in modern lingo: a tad bit boring). Smith would romance the pants out of you while Rolfe was more sacrificial. When both Rolfe and Pocahontas learned that Smith was still alive, Rolfe gave a choice for Pocahontas, since all he wanted was for her to be happy (major big *SIGH*), even if it meant his loss. Luckily, Pocahontas head screwed correctly, at the end after she faced with her first love, tho she still loved him (or what we made to believe), she decided that she'd stay with the one who loves her the most and returned his love.

It's kinda funny to think that Colin Farrell, the bad boy, should play Smith. Well, except for the brunette hair (Smith was reportedly blonde in real life) Colin has the persona. He's ruggedly handsome... I used to think he's cute, but not anymore, hehehe. Meanwhile the supposedly calmer perhaps homelier chap Rolfe was played by Christian Bale. Uh huh... cast 'Batman' to play the second fiddle why don't you... very nice choice, hehehe. If I were Pocahontas, I would go straight to Rolfe without even blink at Smith, hehehe. Yeah I wish life was that simple. Having a gentleman (darn goodlooking too... hellooo... It's Christian Bale! I used to have a friend who I thought resemble him, Mr. Ryan Tuttle. And he's also a sweetheart, hehehe. Good luck for you in NYC or wherever, Ryan!) to love you wholeheartedly like that... *sigh* hahaha... (OK this painkiller really mess with my head).

Beside the mushy stuff... the thing that I like about this movie was that it offers a nice cinematography and the way it reduced the ridiculousness by not having the actors speak to each other most of the time. I think it's more realistic than having Pocahontas all of the sudden know how to speak English. So the story between the 3 of them are mostly done in narratives. It's like listening to some love poem (like poems by Yates or Lord Byron or even Shakespeare's sonnets but less horny, hehehe) being read while the actors acted upon it. Very nice choice, mr. director... whoever you are, hehehe.

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Constant Gardener

Well, in the spirit of critiqueing a movie... I saw another good one. The Constant Gardener, starring Ralph Fiennes and Rachel Weisz. Toward the end of the movie I caught an interesting dialogue between the lead (Fiennes) and his co-star (Pete Postlethwaite) regarding women:

Brandt (Postlethwaite): I only give food to the women, Mr. Black. The women make the homes. The men make the wars... and hooch. Adam was God's first draft. He got it right with Eve. You tell that to your readers, Mr. Black.
Black (Fiennes): It's a philosophy that I learned from my wife.
Brandt: Cherish her, man. Cherish her. (Women are) One of God's finest creations.

All the ladies in the house say AMEN! YEAH, GIRL POWER... hehehe

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Voice from the past
Lately a guy that I used to date... oh about 3 years ago... start communicating with me again. I thought that was a nice gesture of him to try to update with me. It's kind of funny to think that he still remembers me. He was surprised to learn my whereabouts, hahaha. Halfway accross the world from him. I thought that was funny, considering both of us already moved on with our lives.

OK people don't start assuming anything. We're just friends. I just want to blog about this out of my amazement that he remembers me. Dats all :)

Hmmm enough talking... errr typing, for now