YONGQI

will never get sick of yongqi and xiaoyanzi zz. this is probably the most watched disc in the whole of my glorious collection, will actually smile to self when i watch. the dialogue the PEOPLE (like the awesome way qianlong swaggers into shufangzhai literally booming) .. definitely a case of its so bad its good. and in this case IT IS SO GOOD 

AIYA YONGQI. so many other gush-worthy guy characters after so long (since sec1 !), most cuter er a thousand thousand times more, but he- speshul la. is prince, is ridiculously and inexplicably in love with annoying plebeian girl, always looks confused and distressed, is prince, is infinitely patient and INFINITELY TOLERANT, is prince, is prince. how to beat, HOW. cannot one, kthxbye

all men dream, but not equally

the first time i saw a movie at the cinématèque française I thought: only the french, only the french would house a cinema inside a palace

 

i was one of the insatiables. the ones youd always find sitting closest to the screen. why do we sit so close ? maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. when they were still new, still fresh. before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. before theyd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist’s cabin.

maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us .. from the world

i entered this world on the champs-elysees, 1959. la trottoir du champs-elysees. and do you know what my very first words were ? newyork herald tribune ! newyork herald tribune !

a revolution isnt a gala dinner. it cannot be created like a book, a drawing or a tapestry. it cannot unfold with such elegance, tranquility and delicacy. or such sweetness, affability. courtesy, restraint and generosity. a revolution is an uprising, a violent act by which one class overthrows another

we accept you, one of us ! one of us !

it makes films like crimes, and directors like criminals

there’s no such thing as love. there are only proofs of love

ah oui, je suis saoule, et tu es belle. et demain matin, je serais sobre, mais toi, tu sera toujours belle

a latenight odyssey of outrageous romantics, mindgames, insanely hot french people in a ridiculously quaint apartment. college students with the perpetual cigarette, their heads filled with naught but philosophy and rock and roll, thriving on films and the nouvelle vague. the dreamers was a step away from the political unrest in paris late 1960s, a step closer to the ubiquitous fantasy of the young and restless. i would watch this again and again, because its just one of those you have to rewatch to understand it better

shining spinning

jamie dornan by james houston for feld hommes fall/winter 2007

i dont know who this model is but i really love/ was instantly attracted by what his hands are doing in this photo. i never noticed this about myself before, but i guess v was right when she said im drawn to anatomical segments, if theres even such an expression

monsieur hermé

via theselby

this is the house of the legend himself. read the interview on the linked page ! i love that now i can put a face to the glorious bitesized confections su and i bought in copious amounts (okay, not really) during our paris stay. and i want to try the pamplemousse/wasabi macaron, augh

you were such a pyt

sweet stuff. this is karl lagerfeld for barbies 50th, on display now in colette paris. i am still miffed that colette wasnt in my 5 months paris itinerary, and is it just me or is ken very hot♥ he used to look like toddwilkins but hes really grown into a real brucepatman stud now zz

ooh, this is out of nowhere i swearrr, but im remembering this noodle place at the top level of causewaypoint long long ago. udon and ramen and cheap prices for students. i used to go there after going to the bigass library opposite the shoppingcentre, in secondaryschool when i would study there from the morning and my mum would come find me late afternoon for lunch then we would go seiyu/coldstorage and hang around waiting for my dad to come pick us up then we’d all head back together. its always these odd little snippets at odd little places (that place was a hole in the wall, the food wasnt even good) which- i dont know what they evoke actually, maybe just something vague (if anything at all) between sadness and happiness

c’était salement romantique

i can hardly begin to describe how gratifying it was to break out of the evil consumerist’s lifestyle of  shopping, movie-watching, and Good Food at Nice Places. when we first got to the girl on the swing (or some equally ludicrous title for a garden sculpture), the setting sun was breathtaking, absolutely brillianttt. we couldve sunbathed if we had the time to (if we werent flapping around with our camera-laden hands trying to capture the last of the rays). and inbetween sprite-lemon-beer, chicken pitas and carrs with pate, night fell and made way for more clandestine activities. those which’re making me miss yesterday night already, despite it being indirectly and tragically the reason why i had to end up compressing 3 months of a single module into 7 hours of Mad Cramming-

to spin around like a broken helicopter to the beats from the speakers, to have your bare feet on the damp grass, to feel bugs on your sticky bare limbs, to make sure not to step onto the paper lanterns illuminating whats left of the night – everyone has to do those before they take their last breath. its a feeling so amazing; that of oxygen filling up your lungs in an excessive way, so you get all lightheaded, literally spiralling your way out of control. the smell of grass warms my heart alot. right now my brains all filled with pretty little things like bicycles on a big green field, garden parties, wicker baskets, apple-shaped bags, sun sun sun, and big straw hats. i used to think there should be reason for celebration but im definitely thinking otherwise now. i wish i can drop out of school and lie on the grass full-time. if my dad is reading this he will flog me for playing so much because its making me all distracted from school and not “behaving like a student”. but really, ever since aug08, i dont think id ever been so happy being a non-student before

♥

leave the bourbon on the shelf

i need a new grater, for sure. if the birthdaygirl sees the grater i used to shred the one and half cups of carrot for the ten cuppycakes (five lined and useful, five unlined disintegrated useless and for the old man’s breakfast tomorrow), she will realise i risked my fingers and sanity to celebrate the 22nd year of her existence

would like to swim; i hate it when the sky LOOMS. the whole of today i was hiding at home being upset with the sky so pregnant with rain and thinking, can you just rain so i can go out and buy my flour already ! in the end it never rained so i braved the humidity to get across the street and buy all which i needed

i also need a couch to finish up my room, and the aircon to be fixed so i wont have to camp in my brothers room anymore. i saw a really gorgeous (dining)chair at salv army the other day, but stately looking and would not allow me to melt into it, so i still need one

check this out, newyork is a city filled with cool people. little stories which made my day

i write the love letters you never got, the ones you never sent. and I’ll throw these words out there like confetti at the wedding you and i never had