After all…. tomorrow is another day

It has been awhile since I last posted on my blogs.

Guess you all know that I lost someone 2 weeks ago. I must thank everyone who offered me their comfort and support.

What made it so difficult was the suddenes of it. We had just met up recently, at a happy ocassion. He promised to call and update me for he had just started on his new job. I was truly happy for him. He was only 32, just starting on his life’s journey.

Perhaps I should have called when he didn’t. Perhaps. Would that have changed anything? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

In life, we make our decisions and live the choices we made. I’m not a person who sits down to wonder with the all the ‘what ifs’, ‘perhaps’, ‘maybe’.

Life is too short already.

Do I miss him? Yes, as Mrs A said.. certain thoughts, certain scenes will bring back the memories. But I believe he is happier where he is now.

But we are all much stronger than we think. Life goes on. Life is still beautiful. There is still much out there, everyday, every minute to bring a smile to my face.

After all…. tomorrow is another day.
Scarlett O’Hara, Gone with the Wind

Good night everyone and sweet dreams.

And I believe Germany has just started their fight with Italy.

I am woman, hear me complain

My girlfriend wants a change.

She wants to change.

To be specific, she wants to change her nose.

She thinks her nose is too weird and would like to have a sharper nose. She’s been talking about going to Korea to ‘have’ a new nose. And while she’s at it, she figured she might as well have a double eye-lid job too. I don’t think she’ll actually have them ‘changed’ in the end (the cost is an important factor) but I do think it’s on her wish list.

I guess women are never truely satisfied with our looks. We all think there’s an improved version of ourselves hidden somewhere, we just need to unlock it… via slimming pills, diets and cosmetic surgery and what not.

This morning I looked at myself in the mirror…. :

– non existent eyebrows
– flat and stumpy nose
– small, panda eyes (too much K Dramas and internet into the late night)
– double eyelid in one eye and a half double eye-lid in the other (I kid you not, the line stops halfway!)
– funny mouth
– thin limp hair
– too short, way too short!
– fat arms and thighs
– bulging waistline (sigh….)

I think the only asset I have is my err…*adequate* chestline.

I wouldn’t even be amongst the top 100 if there was a beauty contest held wihtin my estate.

Sigh…. and double sigh…

I am not graceful and am no demure Asian woman. In fact, one of my ex-boss used to say that she needn’t employ any security guards because the way I walked would have frightened off any potential thieves in the shop. 🙁

But you know, some of the actresses that I really admire are not exactly what people would say “beautiful”. But they all have that certain grace, charm and elegance. And they are all not young either….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maggie Cheung

I remembered when Maggie Cheung first joined the entertainment scene. She had slightly protruding teeth, which she got fixed, like BYJ. Over the years, she’s truely blossomed. Just look at her now. Maggie Cheung is 42 this year.

Lee Mi Sook

I first saw Lee Mi Sook in An Affair and have since seen her in a few other movies and she has never failed to amaze me with her acting ability. But that game room scene with Lee Jung Jae is still one of the most sexually charged scene without the usual nudity parts, in my opinion. And in many of the press conferences for Untold Scandal, it was her that drew my attention, not Jeong Do Yeun. Lee Mi Sook is 46 this year.

Halle Berry

Halle Berry simply took my breath away when I saw her in this James Bond movie. If that is not sexy, then I don’t know what is. Just look at that figure! Halle Berry is 40 this year.

I supposed as these people are actresses, they would have made huge efforts to stay in shape and maintain their complexion which us lesser mortals don’t have the luxury of time and money to do so.

But I think one of the main characteristic that I found in all of them is Confidence with a capital C. The self assurance that comes across when you are beyond trying to impress the world. The acceptance that this is who I am and I am happy with me.

Borrowing a tagline from the Mastercard advert: “Priceless”

I can’t end off this post without a note on my favourite actress of all time. Even if you haven’t watched any of her movies, you would have seen her face in many magazines, even though she is long gone.

A friend sent me this link this morning. I guess I’m not the only one who thinks Audrey Hepburn is class itself. Thanks CW/CG.
BBC article

Needless to say, my favourite song is from one of my favourite movie of all time starring my favourite actress. I think the song is a favourite with many as well.

Moon River as sung by Audrey Hepburn in the movie, Breakfast at Tiffany
Moon River by Audrey Hepburn

I asked my husband what did he find attractive about me, and of course, having been well trained, he gave me politically correct answer:
Your personality, dear

However, I don’t think he would have married me for my non-existent figure or looks, so I guess the answer must be quite correct.

Still, it would be nice to have bigger eyes and a better figure.

Perhaps in my next life?

Girlfriends

For those who grew up in Singapore, the East Coast chalets would have been familiar with you. Like the Zoo and the Bird Park, the East Coast Chalet was one those places that you go at least once. It’s part of your teenage life, part of growing up.

Who could forget those red brick walls? The tiny room with 2 beds? Marinating the chicken wings in the even smaller toilet.. making the salad, starting the fire for the bbq and burning most of the food.

And yet, why was it that the food tasted so good then? Why was it fun to have 5 or 6 people squeezing onto 2 beds?

Staying out with friends by the sea, bbqing, eating, cycling, playing games and talking through the night about love and dreams.

Thinking back now, those days were some of the best days of my life. Some of these girlfriends are still my best friends today, friends that I really treasure.

And so, almost 22 years after the above picture was taken, 3 of us, with another friend are going to take a ‘chick trip’ (as my husband said) next week. To celebrate our milesstone for reaching the big “40′ this year, to celebrate over 20 years of friendship.

What are we going to do?

Shopping, eating, chatting, more shopping, eating and chatting.

Things that you can’t do with husbands. Things that you wouldn’t want to do with husbands. Because they wouldn’t be any fun.

I’m so looking forward to it. ^^

Romantic gestures

This was posted in Hotelier2002.com

ROMANCE AT A CERTAIN AGE
By RINA JIMENEZ-DAVID
Columnist, Philippine Daily Inquirer,
Februrary 15, 2006

“FOR WOMEN OF A CERTAIN AGE, ROMANCE doesn’t come like rain showers – frequent and unexpected – but rather like a stream in the desert: you have to look for it and when you find it, you have to make the most of it.”
“Just the other night, my husband and I were getting ready for bed and he started complaining about a bruise on his knee, wondering when and how he got it. I took a look at it and said: ‘It’s just like the one I have,’ showing him a similar dark spot on my knee. “It comes from pressing our knees against our dining table,’ I explained. Our new table, if you must know, comes with benches instead of chairs, and we’ve both taken to putting our feet up whenever we eat, our knees pressed against the table for balance.”
“My husband took a look at my bruise and marveled: ‘Wouldn’t you know, we have the same spot in the same part of the body. I like that!’”
“It was the most romantic line I’d heard in ages.”
“As you can guess by now, one’s definition of romance evolves as one ages. I never thought so when I was younger, but you do arrive at the stage in life when the conventional expressions of romance – roses, chocolates, jewelry and serenades – actually seem sappy and cheesy, love expressed as clichés, uncreative and predictable. Nowadays, I much prefer simple, practical expressions of love, gestures and actions that don’t necessarily come with Hallmark cars sentiments, but are far more eloquent.”

“I MAY have thrown a surprise party for the hubby on his 50th birthday, but he topped that some years ago when I arrived from a month-long fellowship in the United States and found that he had secretly enlarged and renovated the master bath. We had talked about redoing our narrow and cramped bathroom for years, but I never thought that while I was away, he would spend his bonus money on a home improvement project.”
“He swore the kids to secrecy, and when I called a few days before my trip home, asking him what he wanted for pasalubong, he told me to bring home red bath towels. They turned out to be the finishing touches for our new bathroom, which he had furnished with a gleaming new read bathroom. I walked into the house and was led directly to the master bath, and in the next few days, I would make every excuse to enter the bathroom, basking in my new, surprise gift.”
“My sisters and cousins in the States, hearing about the surprise that awaited me upon arrival, nearly swooned at the news. (Again, women our age swoon over bathroom renovations, not roses and champagne.) ‘Mabuti pa si Pie,’ they would sigh.”
“But my brother-in-law had a message for him: ‘Please tell Pie not to do something like that again, we’re beginning to look bad to our wives!’”

“BUT our husbands can’t renovate bathrooms everyday or even every year, and as the years roll on, even just holding hands in public seems beneath your dignity. For women of a certain age, and a certain inclination, romance must then be sought for, grasped wherever and whenever they can find it.”
“For me and a widening circle of friends and family, romance comes by way of “Koreanovelas”, the same serials that air over local channels but which we watch by way of DVD sets with English subtitles, to be followed at our own pace and at leisure.”
“Whenever my family starts ragging me about my current obsession over ‘Koreanovelas,’ I retort that each of us has our own obsessions but I never say anything about their fishing and saxophone playing, their Ipod downloading and fan fiction writing. ‘I don’t get on your case, so get off mine,’ I warn. ‘You should be thankful I don’t go ballroom dancing and employ a dance instructor,’ I throw in, though I must say that I don’t think there’s necessarily anything wrong with hiring men to dance with you.”
“ But I recently came upon a story that puts even my fascination with ‘Koreanovelas’ and their ‘spoony stars’ (as a badly translated blurb puts it) to shame.”

“A READER who likewise follows Korean romantic serials says she exchanges email with three US-based Filipinas, all of them members of a Singapore-based forum on Korean dramas and related topics.”
“ ‘Recently’, she writes, ‘I was roused from my sleep by one of my friends’ who wanted to know if she could help the friend find a taped copy of the soundtrack of the Koreanovela ‘Hotelier’ (which just ended on Channel 11, by the way), starring Bae Yong Jun, a superstar of the Hallyu or Korean wave. The friend’s mother, it turns out, has just passed away at the age of 92. Before her death, the old woman loved to watch Yonsama (as Bae is known by Japanese fans) in “Hotelier”, and before she passed away had requested her family to play the drama’s musical theme during her wake and burial.”
“ ‘She had also told her daughter that she wanted to meet the character in that drama in her next life!’ the reader writes. ‘My friend later told me that in the homily during her funeral, the priest also mentioned how the deceased loved the drama and the actor so much!’ ”
“And while she protests that she hasn’t yet reached this level of fanaticism, the reader says she was able to find the soundtrack and send it to her frantic friend.”
“Which gives me an idea. I had initially toyed with asking my family to use the theme from the musical “Rent” for my funeral, but the old lady’s request is tempting. Imagine going to meet your Maker with the romantic themes from your favorite serials floating in the air, images of the “spoony” Yonsama escorting you to the Afterlife.”
“If our husbands had any good sense in them, they would take this as a broad hint. We may protest that romance no longer holds any practical attraction for us, but like finding a stream in the desert, when you find the waters, you want to jump in and refresh yourself. Even if only on the small screen.”

After thought…

That Singapore forum is actually Hotelier2002.com and I ‘know’ the people involved. It was really quite incredible when I first read about the request then. But BYJ’s powers are demonstrated not only in death but also at joyous occassion. Last year, Esther’s son got married to the music from Winter Sonata. Looking at the video, we found out that he had proposed to his wife at Yongpyong Resort, Korea, following the necklace in the snowball scene. Only that instead of a necklace, there was a wedding ring in the snowball. haha!

Why has Korean dramas taken the world by storm amongst the women? Because we all dream of a prince charming who will sweep us off our feet, pledge everlasting love and look incredibly good looking whilst shedding those tears.

It is a good escape from the mundane world. And why should we not dream a little?

Anyway, coming back to romatic gestures. I’ve concluded that what looks really romatic in reel life doesn’t really mean it is so in real life.

Take the church scene in Hotelier, where Ji Yung (SYA) fell asleep at Dong Hyuk’s (BYJ) shoulders. I went like..”Orrr…, isn’t that lovely?” when I saw the scene. It reality, errr…it is actually not that comfortable… for both parties. Even worse if that shoulder isn’t quite ‘broad’ enough with the necessary..’meat’ and you end up being ‘poked’ by that protruding bone.

Or that snowman scene in Winter Sonata. They both looked so lovey-dovey and sweet. But gosh it was so cold in the snow, I didn’t last 5 minutes. All I could think of was getting back into the warmth and out of the freezing cold. Never mind building any snowman.

No, I’m afraid some romantic gestures are really confined to the small screen only. That doesn’t mean there aren’t any romantic gestures in my real life though. They’re just different and like the writer said, they change as I grow *ahem* mature. Why just yesterday morning, my husband said one of the most romantic sentence to me:

“What would you like for breakfast?”

^^

The BIG 4Zero

And so I finally subcumbed and started a blog. Adding to the zillions out there. Does the world need another blog? I guess not. Not even sure if I will have the energy to continue with this long term. But I figured, maybe, just maybe, I might be able to use this and publish a memoir one day. Hahaha!

So what finally made me decide to start one?

I guess when I realised that I’ll hit the big 40 this year.

At 40, I am middle-age. An auntie. (But not a taugeh-plucking one though and I’ll hit anyone with my wok if they call me that). But 40 is a pretty big milestone. If I live to a grand old 80, then I’ve already spent half of my life.

No, no, I’m not complaining or bitter or pining for the good old younger days. Goodness me, I don’t think I ever want to go back to being a gawky 18. Wasting my time pining away for a pimple looking guy. No, they were sweet memories but I’m contented with the now, the present.

Which I think says alot.

Plus, the memory of an auntie isn’t going to get any better.. so I guess I’d better start writing things down.

Memoirs of an auntie? Maybe?