Accent
Friday night was cosying up with a blanket on a friend's sofa with pizza, Italian ice cream, Californian wine in a big-bowled wine glass, and Naomi Watts and Kate Hudson in French-American film "Le Divorce". It was the best kind of a lazy luxurious start to a slow weekend - the kind I dreamed of as a 13, 14-year old.
I used to daydream of living in a penthouse in LA or New York. Weekdays would be a long work day, and coming home to my very own Siberian Husky. I'd toss my handbag onto the sofa, remove my work clothes piece by piece and drop them on the ground as I crossed the living room to the bedroom where I'd slip on a silk nightie and drop off to sleep from exhaustion. Mornings would be a mad rush of pulling on clothes, a grabbed croissant and coffee, running into my car, putting on my stockings and shoes in the car during rush hour traffic jam - by the time I pulled into work, I'd emerge from my car immaculate and perfect for work. And weekends would see my three lovely girlfriends Chin Kit, Yoke Phun and Siew Wei come over for a girly sleepover - an all night movie marathon with pizza and ice cream.
So I'm not living the exact ideal life that my 13-year old self dreamt up. Wrong city, wrong person, no dog. But if you squint a little, the broad ingredients are in place.
The stay-in late night DVD on a couch is indulgent enough, but the big wine glass and French film brought a brought the experience to a whole new level of luxury. There's just something so beautifully poetic about large (not small) wine glasses - I love the feeling of one in my hand, how the big bowl fills my hand. It reminds me of a different world, and makes my life feel that little bit less ordinary. When I grow up and have a place of my own, I think I shall Only have big wine glasses in my little house of dreams, and use them for daily use.
I liked Le Divorce, although half the film was in French and there were no subtitles. I was happy just hear them chattering in the beautiful language. I love the impeccable sense of style and effortless elegance of Parisiennes and wish I could emulate that. I really must make sure I act on another dream of mine - to live in Paris for at least 6 months or a year.
I used to daydream of living in a penthouse in LA or New York. Weekdays would be a long work day, and coming home to my very own Siberian Husky. I'd toss my handbag onto the sofa, remove my work clothes piece by piece and drop them on the ground as I crossed the living room to the bedroom where I'd slip on a silk nightie and drop off to sleep from exhaustion. Mornings would be a mad rush of pulling on clothes, a grabbed croissant and coffee, running into my car, putting on my stockings and shoes in the car during rush hour traffic jam - by the time I pulled into work, I'd emerge from my car immaculate and perfect for work. And weekends would see my three lovely girlfriends Chin Kit, Yoke Phun and Siew Wei come over for a girly sleepover - an all night movie marathon with pizza and ice cream.
So I'm not living the exact ideal life that my 13-year old self dreamt up. Wrong city, wrong person, no dog. But if you squint a little, the broad ingredients are in place.
The stay-in late night DVD on a couch is indulgent enough, but the big wine glass and French film brought a brought the experience to a whole new level of luxury. There's just something so beautifully poetic about large (not small) wine glasses - I love the feeling of one in my hand, how the big bowl fills my hand. It reminds me of a different world, and makes my life feel that little bit less ordinary. When I grow up and have a place of my own, I think I shall Only have big wine glasses in my little house of dreams, and use them for daily use.
I liked Le Divorce, although half the film was in French and there were no subtitles. I was happy just hear them chattering in the beautiful language. I love the impeccable sense of style and effortless elegance of Parisiennes and wish I could emulate that. I really must make sure I act on another dream of mine - to live in Paris for at least 6 months or a year.
9 Comments:
Haha...it would be even more ideal if we just live across the street or something huh,hee.
Haha, someone here has acquired taste for fine living yea, wine , pent-house and paris! :)
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vyanne, at 12:59 AM
close enough for now. :] I never (have to) worry about you much, e*.
- Steve
[http://www.withindreams.com]
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Anonymous, at 3:17 PM
ahem, btw, at least one of your readers demands a descriptive-at-best, somewhat-vague-at-least briefing on "the smooch."
:D
- Steve
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Anonymous, at 6:36 PM
re: vyanne,
darling, you must come up/out to live with me.
i went out with two girl friends i love for dim sum today. then we had a meandering walk around covent garden in the chilly, dark late afternoon, with christmas lights lighting the night (pictures to come) - window shopping, buying groceries... it's the loveliest feeling in the world.
UK is not all that great most of the time, but it sometimes offers some of the most beautiful moments in the simplest of things.
haha... or maybe it was just me, being happy to be with my dear girls. but i really do think that it's london/europe-specific as well - there's more scope to relax and enjoy the simple pleasures in life over here than back home.
vyanne, i am still waiting on my dream. yes, and i'm talking to you too meeloop. chinks is out here now. it's now both of your turns.
love and kisses as always,
e*
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e*, at 1:05 AM
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e*, at 1:27 AM
re: The Smooch
he was someone i barely knew. but for one night, we found ourselves in each others' arms and kissed.
i didn't know what the situation was - he'd just broken up.
i guess that's what boys do when they break up, kiss random girls.
it's one of those moments in life - you close your eyes and it's there. when you open your eyes, it's gone, as if it had all been a dream.
c'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
you're going to laugh at me aren't you, steve? i think it's pretty funny too.
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e*, at 10:43 PM
I admit I smiled, but it's not funny so much as.. well, you said it - dreamy. the post-breakup part is regrettable, but a kiss is a kiss, y'know? especially if it was a good one. and there's better out there for ya
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Anonymous, at 4:48 AM
Yes. A kiss is still a kiss.
I guess it is one of those beautifully unexpected things in life that I can treasure, even if nothing else comes of it. (refer to the next post ("10 years"))
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Anonymous, at 12:34 AM
Yes. A kiss is still a kiss.
I guess it is one of those beautifully unexpected things in life that I can treasure, even if nothing else comes of it. (refer to the next post ("10 years"))
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e*, at 12:34 AM
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