Lost in translation
I finally watched it~! And absolutely loved it.
It reminded me of when I was in Paris a couple of months back, where everyone spoke French and had no idea what we were trying to say in our pathetic attempts at the language.
It also reminded me of all the times when you can spend only a couple of hours with a person or a group of people, but remember them for the rest of your life. Like when 14 of us from all over the world got stuck in an elevator for half an hour.
And it cracked me up to think of when I once translated 'maalu miris' into 'fish chillie' when it was really the Sinhalese word for 'capsicum'.
Much thanks to QJ for lending me a copy :D And here's to more lost in translation moments!
It reminded me of when I was in Paris a couple of months back, where everyone spoke French and had no idea what we were trying to say in our pathetic attempts at the language.
It also reminded me of all the times when you can spend only a couple of hours with a person or a group of people, but remember them for the rest of your life. Like when 14 of us from all over the world got stuck in an elevator for half an hour.
And it cracked me up to think of when I once translated 'maalu miris' into 'fish chillie' when it was really the Sinhalese word for 'capsicum'.
Much thanks to QJ for lending me a copy :D And here's to more lost in translation moments!
Soul-less in Singapore..
I took a bit of a nostalgic trip today back to the 5000+ pictures I took in Europe, in a lame attempt at reliving the experience and transporting myself back there.
When I think of those 3 weeks now, I honestly can't believe it happened; that we spent 15 days backpacking across Europe, visited 12 different cities and still managed to see 80% of what Lonely Planet reckoned we should have seen. That we did all that and still got back in one piece. That I remembered the neighbourhood I grew up in and visited the hospital where I was born.
Surreal.
That's the one word to describe it all.
I need to go back. Very soon. My soul's still happily wandering around in Sweden, and the rest of me would like very much to be reunited with it. And with the cinnamon buns. And gingerbread. And pine trees.
When I think of those 3 weeks now, I honestly can't believe it happened; that we spent 15 days backpacking across Europe, visited 12 different cities and still managed to see 80% of what Lonely Planet reckoned we should have seen. That we did all that and still got back in one piece. That I remembered the neighbourhood I grew up in and visited the hospital where I was born.
Surreal.
That's the one word to describe it all.
I need to go back. Very soon. My soul's still happily wandering around in Sweden, and the rest of me would like very much to be reunited with it. And with the cinnamon buns. And gingerbread. And pine trees.
Beginnings, ends and in betweens
August ends today, and I can't stop smiling. Not because I'm glad its over, but because I'm glad it happened.
I've officially begun the 25th year of my existence. Slightly thrilling, but scary stuff all the same.
It's funny how you can know someone, yet not know them really. And they sneak up and surprise you in the strangest ways. When you least expect it, but most need it.
The all-too-familiar feeling of butterflies in my tummy is back. Together with weak knees and a beat-skipping heart. I love being in love.
If you didn't know this already, I love being surprised. Not with big splashy gestures, but with quiet little acts of kindness. Like my risotto lunch today :)
I'm now wiser when it comes to Sri Lankan house parties. I can safely say been there, seen that; 'that' referring to seeing people collapse on the dance floor, throw up on the door step, break a tap, pass out in the middle of a dance routine and all in all, have a blast of a time. No one quite does it the same way ;)
My first drive-in movie was quite a cool experience. The weather Gods were on our side, and pizza in the park, complete with a picnic mat, cool evening breeze, the lake nearby and starlit sky made for a happy Saturday evening. Baybeats afterwards proved to be quite interesting too. What would we do without music in this world?
Sunday morning/afternoon was spent sprawled on the floor, watching the rain, listening to music (the Goo Goo Dolls!), absorbed in my own stream of thoughts, and sketching. Yup, it's been a while since I let myself go in the world of colour, art and form. Then spent a good two hours curled up and snoozing under the covers. Rainy Sundays are the love.
On a side note, I need to stop shopping. Really. I've averted the furniture crisis for now. Yet to come is the financial one *sigh* But on a happier note, I've begun my little bookshelf of select reads. Mostly on exotic travel destinations though, haha. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes.
I'm also nearing the end of The Alchemist. About time I'd think. It's such a strange book. But I'm quite taken up with the whole omen thing now. Maybe my missing the bus to work today was an omen that I need to spend less time sleeping in on Monday mornings and more time chugging down coffee and regaining consciousness. Yeah, I've got reading 'em omens down to an art.
Scuba diving adventures await. Anyone want to be my buddy? I promise not to throttle you with the diving gear :)
I've officially begun the 25th year of my existence. Slightly thrilling, but scary stuff all the same.
It's funny how you can know someone, yet not know them really. And they sneak up and surprise you in the strangest ways. When you least expect it, but most need it.
The all-too-familiar feeling of butterflies in my tummy is back. Together with weak knees and a beat-skipping heart. I love being in love.
If you didn't know this already, I love being surprised. Not with big splashy gestures, but with quiet little acts of kindness. Like my risotto lunch today :)
I'm now wiser when it comes to Sri Lankan house parties. I can safely say been there, seen that; 'that' referring to seeing people collapse on the dance floor, throw up on the door step, break a tap, pass out in the middle of a dance routine and all in all, have a blast of a time. No one quite does it the same way ;)
My first drive-in movie was quite a cool experience. The weather Gods were on our side, and pizza in the park, complete with a picnic mat, cool evening breeze, the lake nearby and starlit sky made for a happy Saturday evening. Baybeats afterwards proved to be quite interesting too. What would we do without music in this world?
Sunday morning/afternoon was spent sprawled on the floor, watching the rain, listening to music (the Goo Goo Dolls!), absorbed in my own stream of thoughts, and sketching. Yup, it's been a while since I let myself go in the world of colour, art and form. Then spent a good two hours curled up and snoozing under the covers. Rainy Sundays are the love.
On a side note, I need to stop shopping. Really. I've averted the furniture crisis for now. Yet to come is the financial one *sigh* But on a happier note, I've begun my little bookshelf of select reads. Mostly on exotic travel destinations though, haha. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes.
I'm also nearing the end of The Alchemist. About time I'd think. It's such a strange book. But I'm quite taken up with the whole omen thing now. Maybe my missing the bus to work today was an omen that I need to spend less time sleeping in on Monday mornings and more time chugging down coffee and regaining consciousness. Yeah, I've got reading 'em omens down to an art.
Scuba diving adventures await. Anyone want to be my buddy? I promise not to throttle you with the diving gear :)
I thus make my grand exit and say goodbye to August, its rush and all its happiness, with this line from Live:
"We spend all of our lives, goin' out of our minds, looking back to our birth, forward to our demise.."
Between who you are and who you could be
...is a matter of perception.
It's also a measure of distance that is entirely up to you.
I think I'm finally emerging from my rut.
It's also a measure of distance that is entirely up to you.
I think I'm finally emerging from my rut.
Awaiting the magic...
I wonder where all my passion for life has gone.I've taken to thinking of myself as a troubled free spirit lately, just for the drama of it all.
I also think I've managed to get myself into some kind of rut; what worries me is that it's become almost comfortable in this new little hidey-hole.
I'm actually craving the inspiration, the adrenaline rush, the wildly beating heart, and the 'jelly legs' that once upon a time was part of my daily existence.
I need a new addiction.
23, and a bit
By far, this has been one of the best years of my life.
I've grown in so many ways (haha, yeah not just sideways),and I'm finally finding my way to where I think I need to be.
I bought my very own camera, launched into the world of photography, took up roller blading and dancing, and travelled:
Sri Lanka, Bangkok, Malaysia: Cameron Highlands, Project Europe: On a Clothesline, Malaysia:KL, Phuket.
I've grown in so many ways (haha, yeah not just sideways),and I'm finally finding my way to where I think I need to be.
I bought my very own camera, launched into the world of photography, took up roller blading and dancing, and travelled:
Sri Lanka, Bangkok, Malaysia: Cameron Highlands, Project Europe: On a Clothesline, Malaysia:KL, Phuket.
Loved, lost, learned. Loved anyway.
Financial independence; never felt better.
Firsts: credit cards, permanent residency, Absinthe. Resurrections: Bookworming, swimming, running.
Built more bridges, repaired a few. Managed not to burn a single.
*takes a deep breath, and plunges in headfirst...*
Built more bridges, repaired a few. Managed not to burn a single.
I have reservations about turning 24. Well not like I can stop it. :p But its pretty much a 365 day countdown to 25, and I am not that
happy about this.
happy about this.
*takes a deep breath, and plunges in headfirst...*
Namesake
During one of my long lapses in productivity today (I tend to have a lot of these somehow :p), I discovered something quite funny: A novel titled 'Amrita' was written back in 1994, by a Japanese author named Banana Yoshimoto... *chuckles*
Apparently she won a couple of awards for the book. I so need to find a copy!
This discovery came about because I was trying to explain to someone the uber cool meaning of my name, or at least Wiki's take on it: 'Amrita (अमृत) is a Sanskrit word that literally means "that which is immortal" '.
I always knew I was special.
Apparently she won a couple of awards for the book. I so need to find a copy!
This discovery came about because I was trying to explain to someone the uber cool meaning of my name, or at least Wiki's take on it: 'Amrita (अमृत) is a Sanskrit word that literally means "that which is immortal" '.
I always knew I was special.
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