Marvin, Arthur and Ford in the Heart of Gold
I vaguely remember watching the television series of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy when I was growing up. I wasn't aware then that it was originally a BBC radio series or that there was a book, a series of phenomenal best-selling novels in fact! I had forgotten about it for a long time till Chammika quipped one day that it is a must-read. Then early this month, H2G2 the motion picture was released. The movie was perfectly cast, witty, engaging and really funny! I left the cinema wearing a most silly ear-to-ear grin. Oh, and I fell in love with Marvin, the Paranoid Android... sigh... Am currently reading the omnibus collection: The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide and going to sleep giggling and dreaming of Douglas Adams's marvelous universe... awesome!
A sea tern.
An egret.
A sea gull.
A pelican.
Bobbing from my ceiling,
greeting, playing and chasing;
Grey, blue, yellow and orange suffused,
sunrise and sunset;
My own little wayang kulit,
my Jim Henson wannabe dreams.
An egret.
A sea gull.
A pelican.
Bobbing from my ceiling,
greeting, playing and chasing;
Grey, blue, yellow and orange suffused,
sunrise and sunset;
My own little wayang kulit,
my Jim Henson wannabe dreams.
9.30am: "You two sure ah, you don't wanna go with us?"
10+am: "Byeeee ma..." Zzz...
10.30am: "Whoooaaaa, bangun! Bangun! We're gonna miss Madagascar liao!"
11.30am: "Let's go! You sure mommy's car is not gonna die on us?"
12.30pm: "After queueing up to go into the Vatican Museums, this is nothing man..."
1+pm: Triple Play and Grapeade at Chilli's
2pm: The Interpreter
4+pm: Body Glove, Nici stall, MPH, Pet's Wonderland, San Francisco Coffee
6.45pm: Mr. & Mrs. Smith
9+pm: Jusco, Body Shop, Jusco
10.30pm: Hokkien char, teh peng, iced chinese tea, grilled stingray
11.30pm: "Yes, Atah, we are both back home already. All doors locked, good night!"
12midnight: Queer Eye for A Straight Guy, Ah Cheh & Supra's Home Midnight Makeover
12.30am: "Check out the amount of dust on the tv cabinet itself!"
1am: "Aiee... step on the mop again, you went there and i belum mop there yet."
1+am: "I'm gonna vacuum this in minutes before the whole neighbourhood wakes up!"
2am: "Arrrghhh...! I just broke the glass bauble that Sing Rui gave us!"
2.30am: "Hey, thanks for wrapping my books, dude!"
3am: "Siao man... I think Atah and Ma are gonna be mighty pleased."
3.30am: "Dude, what if Atah and Ma are really moving back to Muar?"
4am: "Meow... so how, can find Shiba Inu in Malaysia ah?"
4+am: Zzzz...
10+am: "Byeeee ma..." Zzz...
10.30am: "Whoooaaaa, bangun! Bangun! We're gonna miss Madagascar liao!"
11.30am: "Let's go! You sure mommy's car is not gonna die on us?"
12.30pm: "After queueing up to go into the Vatican Museums, this is nothing man..."
1+pm: Triple Play and Grapeade at Chilli's
2pm: The Interpreter
4+pm: Body Glove, Nici stall, MPH, Pet's Wonderland, San Francisco Coffee
6.45pm: Mr. & Mrs. Smith
9+pm: Jusco, Body Shop, Jusco
10.30pm: Hokkien char, teh peng, iced chinese tea, grilled stingray
11.30pm: "Yes, Atah, we are both back home already. All doors locked, good night!"
12midnight: Queer Eye for A Straight Guy, Ah Cheh & Supra's Home Midnight Makeover
12.30am: "Check out the amount of dust on the tv cabinet itself!"
1am: "Aiee... step on the mop again, you went there and i belum mop there yet."
1+am: "I'm gonna vacuum this in minutes before the whole neighbourhood wakes up!"
2am: "Arrrghhh...! I just broke the glass bauble that Sing Rui gave us!"
2.30am: "Hey, thanks for wrapping my books, dude!"
3am: "Siao man... I think Atah and Ma are gonna be mighty pleased."
3.30am: "Dude, what if Atah and Ma are really moving back to Muar?"
4am: "Meow... so how, can find Shiba Inu in Malaysia ah?"
4+am: Zzzz...
with love, from taiping to sydney
1 Comments Published by carinasuyin | Thursday, June 09, 2005 | 8:22 PM.
It seems to be the season for weddings... and when it rains, it pours :) The first time I took photos of a wedding was at Radhika & Ragu's about two years back. Thus far, they remain the loveliest and most memorable ones...
the resplendent bride
showers of love
hand in hand
the resplendent bride
showers of love
hand in hand
You could grow up in the same town, attend the same primary school, go to rival secondary schools, hate each other’s guts like how Anne hated Gilbert in Anne of Green Gables and go your separate ways to chase your dreams: you to the UK and him, to Singapore. Yet, you became pen-pals for three years and return to marry him, the quiet steady man whose sincere heart spoke volumes although he doesn’t have a single rubber tree to his name.
You could hail from Sri Lanka and she, from Serbia, two strangers with such different backgrounds. Yet by chance or perhaps, fate, you meet and fall in love in Singapore, discover how wonderfully similar you both are and embark upon a courageous relationship across the continents and the cultural and religious divide.
You could meet him as a potential match in the veins of the traditional arranged marriage, like each other and have your horoscopes scrutinized for celestial alignment and agreement; only to be rejected by his family because one out of four horoscope readings does not match. Yet, you fall in love anyway, secretly and cautiously date and know in your hearts how right you are for each other while you navigate the conservative traditions, families and community.
You could bump into him at the kid’s pool in Mimaland, see him shop with his parents at Makro, notice him as you spoke to his friends in school, watch him play guitar in the band at church, know him as a senior in university and never see him again in the next few years, save for the occasional phone call or e-mail across the distance. Yet one phone call leads to another, cordial conversations become intimate sharing sessions and before you know it, you have fallen for him for as long as you can remember.
You could see him everyday, work with him, have lunch and sometimes, dinner together, watch him admire and have crushes on other girls, observe his virtues, idiosyncracies and flaws, perhaps understand him more than he does himself; only to merely be just his friend. You could pine for his love in silence long enough till your tears dried up and you demand your right to know if there could be something more.
You could be college sweethearts, see each other through the thick and thin, live for each other, work to make your dreams come true, get engaged after seven momentous years; only to have a bitter break-up, become strangers and see her marry someone else in less than a year after.
Sometimes, it’s all written in the stars.
Sometimes, you give it your all because perhaps, you’ve only got this one chance.
Sometimes, you can’t help falling and worry about the future later.
Sometimes, you amaze yourself how much you can love and be loved.
Sometimes, taking that risk is worth everything.
Sometimes, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Love, it is as amazing as it is perplexing.
You could hail from Sri Lanka and she, from Serbia, two strangers with such different backgrounds. Yet by chance or perhaps, fate, you meet and fall in love in Singapore, discover how wonderfully similar you both are and embark upon a courageous relationship across the continents and the cultural and religious divide.
You could meet him as a potential match in the veins of the traditional arranged marriage, like each other and have your horoscopes scrutinized for celestial alignment and agreement; only to be rejected by his family because one out of four horoscope readings does not match. Yet, you fall in love anyway, secretly and cautiously date and know in your hearts how right you are for each other while you navigate the conservative traditions, families and community.
You could bump into him at the kid’s pool in Mimaland, see him shop with his parents at Makro, notice him as you spoke to his friends in school, watch him play guitar in the band at church, know him as a senior in university and never see him again in the next few years, save for the occasional phone call or e-mail across the distance. Yet one phone call leads to another, cordial conversations become intimate sharing sessions and before you know it, you have fallen for him for as long as you can remember.
You could see him everyday, work with him, have lunch and sometimes, dinner together, watch him admire and have crushes on other girls, observe his virtues, idiosyncracies and flaws, perhaps understand him more than he does himself; only to merely be just his friend. You could pine for his love in silence long enough till your tears dried up and you demand your right to know if there could be something more.
You could be college sweethearts, see each other through the thick and thin, live for each other, work to make your dreams come true, get engaged after seven momentous years; only to have a bitter break-up, become strangers and see her marry someone else in less than a year after.
Sometimes, it’s all written in the stars.
Sometimes, you give it your all because perhaps, you’ve only got this one chance.
Sometimes, you can’t help falling and worry about the future later.
Sometimes, you amaze yourself how much you can love and be loved.
Sometimes, taking that risk is worth everything.
Sometimes, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Love, it is as amazing as it is perplexing.
