The movie...

Just watched "My Blueberry Nights" - and while I am not much impressed with Norah Jones' acting capabilities, it must be said that the chemistry between her and Jude Law's character is quietly sizzling. And the kissing scene at the end of the movie - quietly, flawlessly and yet, left me with such a longing that I too, would like to be kissed in exactly that same way.

Am usually not a fan of artistic movies - but this was an exception.

it used to be that a measure that my emotional bank is full is that I feel smug and contented when I watch a romantic scene on TV or in a movie or when I read such in a book because I can relate because I have what they have.... BUT

when I am confronted with such a scene and feel such a fierce yearning, it'ss a sure sad sign that my emotional bank is running on mere fumes.

I can shower my 4 year old son with hugs and kisses all over his chubby cheeks but it is simply not the same of course.

What a sad state of affairs....

Thots on nothing at all

Facebook used to be my favourite website to catch up on news and the do's and the whereabouts of my friends....used to be...

And now, whenever I log in, the home page is overloaded with quizzes and Farmville levels that some had reached - its a kind of game...very little on all else...It is a tad irritating, to be honest

Was at a bookstore today in Duesseldorf - Mayersche...I guess the closest thing to this in KL would be Kinokinuya (on an early Monday morning when you are the first to arrive at the store). Its four stories high and books, books, books all the way to the ceiling which is a characteristic of a bookstore but what sets this one apart from other bookstores is the floor to ceiling windows and comfortable chairs thoughtfully placed next to these windows where you can plop your selection of books and read your time away. When your eyes tire, you could just let it wander aimlessly outside and see the crowd of people on Königsallee bustling about and just sigh contentedly. A perfect way to spend the morning for me.

Weather turning colder and nippy. I am still rebelling by wearing sleeveless blouses and shorts - need to air my cellulite-ridden thighs from time to time of course but no doubt about it, all that wishful thinking will not stop the onslaught of autumn........but that's Germany for you.

that is..

11 months winter and 1 month summer and those who say that Germany has 4 seasons are living in complete denial....but subzero temperatures in March DO NOT spring make...

The winds that smell of cold

Fasting is difficult when the winds reek of cold and wet. They pierce the skin and clamp firmly on the bones - and slowly, they spread and mutate - turning you into a human iceberg from the INSIDE OUT..

Sorry for the dramatics, its just that fasting in Duesseldorf makes me crave water - WARM WATER...and lakes and lakes of it.

I was reading my sister's blog and it occured to me that her style of writing is damned good. Her vocabulary far surpasses my own. I guess this happens when once decides to answer the maternal call and be a stay-at-home mom. The brain gets fuzzy...your vocab gets more elementary....I came across some old faxes that I had written way back when I was a rat in the rat pack. I was stunned - Did I know all those words at the time? The flow of words, the precision, the clear intent....powerful stuff

I had meant to throw all my office stuff away but now I have decided to hold on to it. One day when I find people talking partonizingly to me or rustle my hair and say "Don't let your pretty head worry about things like that" - I will delve these old faxes, reports, financial figures and prove to myself "Thank God! I wasn't always stupid"

Maybe its just the thirst talking....just 8 hours more to go - a walk in the park...