We start with
Dutch for lunch. (It rhymes!)
Swedish for tea. 😘😘
Time check: 3:38am.
Just finished my itinerary for later’s trip. Instead of sleeping, I need to finish my essay draft submission. Bummer.
BUT FIRST! I HAVE TO LET THIS OUT. HERE.
Watched Dilwale with the cousin just now. It was AH.MAY.ZING.
The song, the plot, the cheesy-ness, the errthang. Nothing short of amazing. I’ve said amazing thrice (including this, go watch people!)
Certain scenes were just too (funny kinda) corny that if you’ve watched Hindi movies since you were young, you kinda know what to expect and when it really happens, as the actors were really saying what went through your mind, trust me, you mouth will just say, “Oh my gawddd,” out loud (and facepalm while you’re at it).
But, oh, I have to say this. The action scenes is WON.DAH.FUL. The sound effect, fuuuuh, don’t bother comparing against American or English action pack movies genre. The Indians know they’re sound effects.
This is also the few movies with good moral values in a long while. Y’know, not just good girl likes bad guy and bad guy likes bad girl and oops! popcorn & movie finito. Think Frozen, but better.
The downside of Hindi movie is…. it’s veryyyy long.
After 154 minutes of Diwale, my cousin and I went for quick Winter Wonderland at Hyde Park for an evening walk and quick Boxing Day looksee, more like to wash off the realness of the movie in us. Y’feel me? But when we got back, we sat for another Hindi movie. Bahahaha.
Within the first two minutes of the 3 hour movie (YES, 3 HOURS!), the first song started and my cousin went, “Aik!? Just started and there’s already a song?”
2 Hindi movies in 1 day. That’s half a Suit season okay!?
So much love for Ramlal and Pogo combo. (Gotta watch to know what I mean.)
I’ve tried reading children stories to my nieces and nephews and also had a public-read-a-loud session when I was in Primary School. Clearly my voice is one of my strength. (Euphemism for chatterbox).
But after reading the story to the kiddos, my cousin told me I suck. DURING the public-read-a-loud session, the teacher in charge kept coming to the stage to slow me down and correct me.
SO! This clearly shows how baaaaad I am at telling people stories from books. I’m adding movies to this list. Self-awareness guys. I’m growing up aren’t I? Teehee.
I hope this post won’t deter you from watching this movie (cause I’m so watching this again! Gonna wait for Blu-Ray, hehe.)
Till the next post, I’ll leave you two good songs from the movie.
Few days ago *pause* I’m having this sudden adrenaline rush for God knows what reason… Urgh… Hate is unsettling feeling *ok go*… I was scrolling my instagram timeline and this lady posted a book with caption of praises to the book which was then in the slightly torn plastic bag tied tightly, under my abandoned and unused study table in my room. I’m a sucker for planes. Really. I loooove planes. My first choice for my tertiary education was aviation and management service or ams, but I’m a talker. Language’s my kinda thanng. Not math and science. I love physics though. So! I thought, hey! Lets give this book a chance. I did pick that book few weeks prior and decided that the ‘calling’ or seru wasn’t there yet. But after seeing the post and review, I decided to give this book a shot.
Aaaaand, oh boy!
T’was good. Really really good. I’m having withdrawal symptoms. I think this frenzied feeling is due to the book. The content is heavy. Not meant for ‘hey, I’m bored so imma read this book in one seating cause I can!’
At first I was like, 700+ pages? Easy peasy, 2 days max. But! Halfway I find myself stopping every few pages to really, physically, catching up my breathe and arranging my thoughts. It’s not your average novel like sehangat asmara or bicara hati kinda thing.
It’s very realistic that I personally think it would be a great Tele-novela plus the fact that I won’t watch it. Don’t ask why. I just don’t watch movies/dramas/tv shows translated from book cause they just fuzz up with my imagination of/from the book plus the story line, actors and actress are always incomparable to the story line. I’d like to keep the way I imagine it just fine in my mind thanks!
Live in reality.
Accidentally brought fantasy into reality.
This is so not healthy.
I hate this lingering withdrawal pheeling that I’m having. The ending was fine but there’s this….. Err…. Pardon my english, terkilan feeling from the book. I don’t know what it is but what I need to know is I need to wash off this heavy-but-fuzzy-and-light-pleasejanganlayanaqilah feeling and there’s only one way, another book.
Won’t be picking up this book anytime soon cause I might just super glue it to my skin if I do it. It’s really addictive ahhhh!!!!
I would like to thank the makcheek that sneakily snuck behind me and went, “Dik, buku ni bagus dik,” (Little girl (not so little I’m aware! Let me have my moment please, haha) this book is good). She kept “introducing” me to more books and i bought all of them! All is like… 4? So don’t worry, it wasn’t the entire bookstore 🙂 *looks at my pocket, few pennies left, thank god* haha.
Malays have this saying, Yang Lebih Tua itu lebih Banyak Makan Asam Garam, which means that the older you are, the more your experience is. I bet this makcik antenna went *alert*alert*vulnerable booksucker*alert*alert* when I was 20m away… bahh, humbug. Haha.
Oh, please don’t make me direct translate the Yang lebih tua itu lebih banyak makan asam garam cause I assure you it doesn’t make sense. Ok, fine, for the fun of it!
The older eats more salt and assam. Haha. See! This is what we call… lost in language! :b
*Rummage* Where is thaaattt… urghh…
photo of that bookstore
Here you go! The bottom right eh guys, bottom right. Leaving this bookstore is always heartbreaking. *wipes tears* Gahhh… I LOVE KUALA LUMPPUUURRRR!!!!
Now, excuse me while I wash my dubious feelings with tunas. For the nth time.
Oh! The book! The book!
You can follow the author at her blog here
Belated but, wish all Muslims Happy Eid and Happy Holiday to non-muslims 🙂
Last Saturday… At 2300 hours… What were you on?
Me? Was just lying and rolling on piles of shawls…!! Hahaha…. I get excited typing and looking at these gorgeous pile of colours! Why? Aku punya pasallah… Hehehehe
There are some things in life which you love to do but when it becomes a job, it’ll lose that fun integrity.
What I do for fun (when lazy)…
Shawl shopping part &#+@+#& of &#+#+#.
Few weeks later….
Shawl shopping part &#@&+@+ of #)-@:@)@ 🙂
Choosing which pink, blue or purple is pretty much headache when the colour difference is probably a universal colour code away. Manyakk susahh wooo.
When your hobby is packing, others chore is your (or rather mine) fun, baby!!
Wheeeeeeeee!!!!! Separate, arrange, pack, seal, stamp em’, scotch tape ’em, wrap em…. Ah luvvvvit!!!
My reaction when I saw notification on my Facebook:
How I pheel? Recognized baby!! Hahaha
Ask me to help you pack!!??
Sekecil sealing beg paling kecik diminta, sebesar beg sampah trash saya tadahkan.
Kecil tapak tangan, nyiur (eh?) saya tadahkan…
In the promise of another tomorrow
I’ll never let you part
For you’re always in my heart
::05 JULY 2013::
:::I LOVE YOU:::