The most amazing thing happened yesterday.
Dad called during movie(Australia). Cancelled call. Called after it. Letter had came in. Panic. Dinner quick. Cabbed home. Got off. Ran up, got letter. Met Joshua. Plonked down on bench at void deck. Ripped open letter. Screamed. Teared. Hugged Joshua. Gay moment. Got shoved away. Started calling people who refused to pick up their phones. Cried. Tears of joy. A miracle. People staring. Me, oblivious. More tearing, congratulations and thanks. Thanked Josh for being there. Cldn't have done it without him.
Keble College, Oxford, October 2010, History and Politics...
HERE I COME!
Happy New Year everyone! :D
The most amazing gift from the powers that be.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Xmas Party
That's the last of it.
Was so knocked out last night I slept almost immediately after bathing.
Fini.
Was so knocked out last night I slept almost immediately after bathing.
Fini.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Gerard's Choir Concert
Attended Gerard's Choir Concert tonight. Way to go bro (:
I have no qualms about supporting friends for their concerts because I would like them to do the same for me. It means so much to a performer for the people they care about to support them, visibly.
Sometime back I chanced upon Lizzy's blog entry on the 2006 MEP concert (yes I googled my name, again) and I remember being touched, again, by what she said. Those very same people supported me again in 2007 - plus Rajesh that time - and yes, I thank all of you from the very bottom of my heart once again. TJ MEP gave me the experience of a lifetime and opened my eyes to so many things.
--
On a random note, I was in the middle of the hymns that I realised how magical the VOICE was as the source of all music and how all musical instruments in the world essential were created with the aim of emulating or even surpassing the VOICE as the mode of music production. The closest that comes to it are the wind instruments, but even then the brilliance of the flute or the piccolo fails to tingle the strings of the heart, like a plaintive hymn or soulful song. The human voice is truly remarkable.
--
I was at the concert with Petrina and Stephanie! I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY ARE BACK FROM THE UK SO SOON. anyway, no one will be seeing me until the summer of my 2nd year. I will be travelling before that! touring the world and stuff. It's good to see them again (:
God its only now when my friends resurface themselves that I realise once again how isolated I am and how much I miss them. I feel horribly socially inept now, just a mere robot incapable of meaningful conversation. I feel disengaged and distant, as if I've lost all semblance of a connection and unable to string the right words together to express the right idea. It seemed like it was just not too long ago when I sat in the MCYS canteen talking to steph on my HP about MCYS, the PSC psychological interview and stuff, or running around the isle during SYC with gerard, pet and others. There were laughter and there were tears. I remember Steph's farewell. The cheers, the songs, the goodwill and the parting smiles. She was surrounded by a whole entourage and was loved for being who she was. It seemed only yesterday that G was talking to me about his crush, or the time we studied in the National Library and me just embarking on my preliminary study of Benjamin Britten's Curlew River.
Where did all the time go?
Where did all the friendship go?
What happened to all those friends whom were close and where did all the closeness and friendship go to? They become locked away in a box deep within the subconscious, forgotten until perhaps the time when one faces the white tunnel into eternity and never-ever.
Friends come and go Weiyang says. I wonder if I have been an irresponsible friend playing that part in the lives of others as well. For many, we simply grew apart. A change in thinking. A new life, a new environment, a new destiny. Some, we choose to avoid and distance. For some, it was just not meant to be. Their hearts and minds remained somewhere else, transfixed onto another.
Perhaps it is just life. C'est la vie! Separation. Meeting. The twin curses of living. Many take it forgranted. To them it's not worth a second thought. But I desist in having to treat it as a mere 'normality'. In a life full of separation, it is oft thought that that person would have been long immune to it. Perhaps they are too busy with their own lives and their own world to realise. I don't.I refuse to accept it. I want to feel for every single relationship and person in my life, be it for good and bad. Everybody is special and means something to me. Only the most abhorrent of traits and character can make me turn against them.
Therefore in a most serendipitous way, I love.
--
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
So far, so near in woe and weal;
O loved the most, when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;
Known and unknown; human, divine;
Sweet human hand and lips and eye;
Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;
Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.
CXXIX, In Memoriam A.H.H, Alfred Lord Tennyson
--
But who will love me?
I have no qualms about supporting friends for their concerts because I would like them to do the same for me. It means so much to a performer for the people they care about to support them, visibly.
Sometime back I chanced upon Lizzy's blog entry on the 2006 MEP concert (yes I googled my name, again) and I remember being touched, again, by what she said. Those very same people supported me again in 2007 - plus Rajesh that time - and yes, I thank all of you from the very bottom of my heart once again. TJ MEP gave me the experience of a lifetime and opened my eyes to so many things.
--
On a random note, I was in the middle of the hymns that I realised how magical the VOICE was as the source of all music and how all musical instruments in the world essential were created with the aim of emulating or even surpassing the VOICE as the mode of music production. The closest that comes to it are the wind instruments, but even then the brilliance of the flute or the piccolo fails to tingle the strings of the heart, like a plaintive hymn or soulful song. The human voice is truly remarkable.
--
I was at the concert with Petrina and Stephanie! I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY ARE BACK FROM THE UK SO SOON. anyway, no one will be seeing me until the summer of my 2nd year. I will be travelling before that! touring the world and stuff. It's good to see them again (:
God its only now when my friends resurface themselves that I realise once again how isolated I am and how much I miss them. I feel horribly socially inept now, just a mere robot incapable of meaningful conversation. I feel disengaged and distant, as if I've lost all semblance of a connection and unable to string the right words together to express the right idea. It seemed like it was just not too long ago when I sat in the MCYS canteen talking to steph on my HP about MCYS, the PSC psychological interview and stuff, or running around the isle during SYC with gerard, pet and others. There were laughter and there were tears. I remember Steph's farewell. The cheers, the songs, the goodwill and the parting smiles. She was surrounded by a whole entourage and was loved for being who she was. It seemed only yesterday that G was talking to me about his crush, or the time we studied in the National Library and me just embarking on my preliminary study of Benjamin Britten's Curlew River.
Where did all the time go?
Where did all the friendship go?
What happened to all those friends whom were close and where did all the closeness and friendship go to? They become locked away in a box deep within the subconscious, forgotten until perhaps the time when one faces the white tunnel into eternity and never-ever.
Friends come and go Weiyang says. I wonder if I have been an irresponsible friend playing that part in the lives of others as well. For many, we simply grew apart. A change in thinking. A new life, a new environment, a new destiny. Some, we choose to avoid and distance. For some, it was just not meant to be. Their hearts and minds remained somewhere else, transfixed onto another.
Perhaps it is just life. C'est la vie! Separation. Meeting. The twin curses of living. Many take it forgranted. To them it's not worth a second thought. But I desist in having to treat it as a mere 'normality'. In a life full of separation, it is oft thought that that person would have been long immune to it. Perhaps they are too busy with their own lives and their own world to realise. I don't.I refuse to accept it. I want to feel for every single relationship and person in my life, be it for good and bad. Everybody is special and means something to me. Only the most abhorrent of traits and character can make me turn against them.
Therefore in a most serendipitous way, I love.
--
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
So far, so near in woe and weal;
O loved the most, when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;
Known and unknown; human, divine;
Sweet human hand and lips and eye;
Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;
Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.
CXXIX, In Memoriam A.H.H, Alfred Lord Tennyson
--
But who will love me?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Books books
I've been reading a couple of new and good books. I shall do an extensive (i think) book review of em once i actually finish em! I shall post it here so the world can take a hint or two and perhaps read em as well.
So far, I've finished 'PREMPTION: A knife that cuts both ways' by Alan M. Dershowitz. It's a brilliant book analyzing the legal implications of a premptive and preventive war, and does a wonderful analysis of the Bush Doctrine. For all you people who do not want to become like Sarah Palin, or potentially facing a Katie Couric, READ THIS DAMN BOOK. It is essential reading. I must admit that I found the chapter on the history of the legal system boring to the point where I almost dozed off at my desk, but the rest were good. Dershowitz essentially argues that premptive war needs to be discussed and taken seriously. It is, in his view, wholly legitimate, and in fact has been practiced before in history. Premptive war should not be confused with the Iraq War. Nevertheless there are various considerations, which he does point out, which I think still remain as potent obstacles. Of these include humanist and ethical considerations. The other big problem, is of course the problem of sovereignty, etc etc.
In fact, PREMPTION is just 1 out of the 3 books in the 'Issues of our time' series, which are absolutely brilliant. I'm 3/4 through COSMOPOLITANISM: Ethics in a world of strangers now, the 3rd book of the series, and I shall tell you what I think soon.
The other book which I stopped halfway is Chris Patten's Cousins and Strangers: America, Britian, and Europe in a new century.
While I'm personally biased towards conservatives in general, this book is actually quite good as a introduction into cross-atlantic relations. Patten does go a little deep into the domestic politics of Britain, and at times the book sounds horribly like an autobiography - apologetic and explanatory - and one cannot help but wonder if he was making up excuses to explain away the title of being 'the worst governor of hongkong'. Even so, I have not actually came across a book that deals specifically with this issue and its refreshing in fact. The only problem though is that it was written in 2005 and certain things have happened - though i think many continuities exist and remain. I just wish he was less descriptive and more analytical.
In other news, Anderson Cooper just got a facebook fan page! yay! 1 more day to Gerard's concert, 2 days to Kettling, and a little more than a week to RAUNCHY 2008.
So far, I've finished 'PREMPTION: A knife that cuts both ways' by Alan M. Dershowitz. It's a brilliant book analyzing the legal implications of a premptive and preventive war, and does a wonderful analysis of the Bush Doctrine. For all you people who do not want to become like Sarah Palin, or potentially facing a Katie Couric, READ THIS DAMN BOOK. It is essential reading. I must admit that I found the chapter on the history of the legal system boring to the point where I almost dozed off at my desk, but the rest were good. Dershowitz essentially argues that premptive war needs to be discussed and taken seriously. It is, in his view, wholly legitimate, and in fact has been practiced before in history. Premptive war should not be confused with the Iraq War. Nevertheless there are various considerations, which he does point out, which I think still remain as potent obstacles. Of these include humanist and ethical considerations. The other big problem, is of course the problem of sovereignty, etc etc.
In fact, PREMPTION is just 1 out of the 3 books in the 'Issues of our time' series, which are absolutely brilliant. I'm 3/4 through COSMOPOLITANISM: Ethics in a world of strangers now, the 3rd book of the series, and I shall tell you what I think soon.
The other book which I stopped halfway is Chris Patten's Cousins and Strangers: America, Britian, and Europe in a new century.
While I'm personally biased towards conservatives in general, this book is actually quite good as a introduction into cross-atlantic relations. Patten does go a little deep into the domestic politics of Britain, and at times the book sounds horribly like an autobiography - apologetic and explanatory - and one cannot help but wonder if he was making up excuses to explain away the title of being 'the worst governor of hongkong'. Even so, I have not actually came across a book that deals specifically with this issue and its refreshing in fact. The only problem though is that it was written in 2005 and certain things have happened - though i think many continuities exist and remain. I just wish he was less descriptive and more analytical.
In other news, Anderson Cooper just got a facebook fan page! yay! 1 more day to Gerard's concert, 2 days to Kettling, and a little more than a week to RAUNCHY 2008.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
OCS Commissioning Parade
Before I go on to the actual topic, let me share this lovely poem I suddenly found while browsing through my copy of Harold Bloom's 'The Best Poems of the English Language'.
This Consciousness that is aware - Emily Dickinson
This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbours and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death
And that itself alone
Is traversing the interval
Experience between
And most profound experiment
Appointed unto Men -
How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and None
shall make discovery.
Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be -
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
What I thought was interesting was the focus upon identity, soul and consciouness and the speaker's thoughts on death. I liked how the speaker captured the omniscience of consciousness, presumably encapsulated in the soul, when he mentions that consciousness is 'the one aware of Death/ And that itself alone/ Is traversing the interval/ Experience between...' The word 'interval' acknowledges the finite nature of life itself, and the speaker regards LIFE as 'experience', as part of a larger 'profound experiment appointed unto men'. While 'experiment' makes it somewhat clinical, 'appointed' clearly draws it back to the idea of the divine and the presence of something larger than life above us all.
However even so, death itself is only known to itself. 'None/ shall make discovery'. No one can gain knowledge about death. 'Experience' ends with death. Life ends with death. Since consciousness cannot preclude life, it is such that Man will always be painfully aware of DEATH as a condition, just as one knows ones neighbours, or his/her surroundings, but cannot KNOW it per se.
I thought the word 'discovery' and the tone of exploration and curiosity made it an interesting take on the speaker's attitude towards 'death'. Since life is about experience, it is hence also like an 'adventure' full of 'discovery'. That is the essence of life. To discover is to experience. The experience itself makes it like an adventure. The 'interval' between birth and death is therefore, an adventure itself, as we attempt to find out and indeed KNOW MORE about who or what we are, and what everything really is or what they mean. In this case, the soul is therefore CONDEMNED to adventure. We cannot run away from new experiences, just as we cannot run away from LIFE. To live is to experience.
I did find the last line interesting and am not too sure what to make of it, though I gather that 'adventure' is that 'single Hound' which attends to the Soul, and therefore is it's identity. Not sure that I agree with that conclusion, but it's worth thinking about.
--- Moving on ---
I just came back from Jiawei's Commissioning Parade. I am so proud of you my dear bro.
I couldn't help but feel sad when I see all these young men (and women) experiencing emotions which I hadn't felt in a long while. The elation and joy of being somewhat 'liberated' from what seemed to be a tortuous 9 months. And yet, there's that sense of pride in it all. Something inside them that says 'Hey, I survived, and I'm tougher now'. That's something bonding them together and it's something I don't get to experience. Once again, I'm out of the current, and it sucks.
Chor was talking to me about BMT this morning and it seemed that he really liked it. I beg to differ. Did it change my life? Non. Not when I'm surrounding by whiny arseholes who cant stop complaining for nuts. (no offense!) It's this utter lack of purpose which disgusts me and makes me sick. That's not the way to win the 'hearts and minds' of the people. How can we let this group of people fall through the net being disgruntled with everything?
When I think about war and real soldiers who have seen real action, I become painfully aware of the naivety, ignorance and juvenile attitudes all around me. There is something wrong with everything, but I just don't know what.
When soldiers grow old, they tell their grandchildren abt their war stories, describe their medals and fill them with fear and awe at the same time. When I go to university, I become the laughing stock of my peers when I tell them I went through National Service doing less than 100 push-ups and being at the beck and call of secretaries.
some 50 years back, when the British and French had National Service, they would share if their friends abt their exploits in the Somme, Africa, Iraq, etc. When people look at me, they can't believe I had actually been in service. It's a big joke. When I meet up with my own peers decades later, I hardly have anything in common with them.
So many men find the military appealing because it appeals to their innate competitive nature. A civilised outlet for innate aggression, competition, and camaderie. They get a sense of pride, and vanity, from accomplishing courses, missions, operations. That's something that people outside of the circle, and yes, the less masculine of the race, cannot comprehend. You take that all away, and they are nothing. Or rather, nothing different that the common office rat. subdued.
This Consciousness that is aware - Emily Dickinson
This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbours and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death
And that itself alone
Is traversing the interval
Experience between
And most profound experiment
Appointed unto Men -
How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and None
shall make discovery.
Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be -
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
What I thought was interesting was the focus upon identity, soul and consciouness and the speaker's thoughts on death. I liked how the speaker captured the omniscience of consciousness, presumably encapsulated in the soul, when he mentions that consciousness is 'the one aware of Death/ And that itself alone/ Is traversing the interval/ Experience between...' The word 'interval' acknowledges the finite nature of life itself, and the speaker regards LIFE as 'experience', as part of a larger 'profound experiment appointed unto men'. While 'experiment' makes it somewhat clinical, 'appointed' clearly draws it back to the idea of the divine and the presence of something larger than life above us all.
However even so, death itself is only known to itself. 'None/ shall make discovery'. No one can gain knowledge about death. 'Experience' ends with death. Life ends with death. Since consciousness cannot preclude life, it is such that Man will always be painfully aware of DEATH as a condition, just as one knows ones neighbours, or his/her surroundings, but cannot KNOW it per se.
I thought the word 'discovery' and the tone of exploration and curiosity made it an interesting take on the speaker's attitude towards 'death'. Since life is about experience, it is hence also like an 'adventure' full of 'discovery'. That is the essence of life. To discover is to experience. The experience itself makes it like an adventure. The 'interval' between birth and death is therefore, an adventure itself, as we attempt to find out and indeed KNOW MORE about who or what we are, and what everything really is or what they mean. In this case, the soul is therefore CONDEMNED to adventure. We cannot run away from new experiences, just as we cannot run away from LIFE. To live is to experience.
I did find the last line interesting and am not too sure what to make of it, though I gather that 'adventure' is that 'single Hound' which attends to the Soul, and therefore is it's identity. Not sure that I agree with that conclusion, but it's worth thinking about.
--- Moving on ---
I just came back from Jiawei's Commissioning Parade. I am so proud of you my dear bro.
I couldn't help but feel sad when I see all these young men (and women) experiencing emotions which I hadn't felt in a long while. The elation and joy of being somewhat 'liberated' from what seemed to be a tortuous 9 months. And yet, there's that sense of pride in it all. Something inside them that says 'Hey, I survived, and I'm tougher now'. That's something bonding them together and it's something I don't get to experience. Once again, I'm out of the current, and it sucks.
Chor was talking to me about BMT this morning and it seemed that he really liked it. I beg to differ. Did it change my life? Non. Not when I'm surrounding by whiny arseholes who cant stop complaining for nuts. (no offense!) It's this utter lack of purpose which disgusts me and makes me sick. That's not the way to win the 'hearts and minds' of the people. How can we let this group of people fall through the net being disgruntled with everything?
When I think about war and real soldiers who have seen real action, I become painfully aware of the naivety, ignorance and juvenile attitudes all around me. There is something wrong with everything, but I just don't know what.
When soldiers grow old, they tell their grandchildren abt their war stories, describe their medals and fill them with fear and awe at the same time. When I go to university, I become the laughing stock of my peers when I tell them I went through National Service doing less than 100 push-ups and being at the beck and call of secretaries.
some 50 years back, when the British and French had National Service, they would share if their friends abt their exploits in the Somme, Africa, Iraq, etc. When people look at me, they can't believe I had actually been in service. It's a big joke. When I meet up with my own peers decades later, I hardly have anything in common with them.
So many men find the military appealing because it appeals to their innate competitive nature. A civilised outlet for innate aggression, competition, and camaderie. They get a sense of pride, and vanity, from accomplishing courses, missions, operations. That's something that people outside of the circle, and yes, the less masculine of the race, cannot comprehend. You take that all away, and they are nothing. Or rather, nothing different that the common office rat. subdued.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Andy and Yeewen's Wedding
Just came home for Andy and Yeewen's wedding dinner.
Andy is the son of a family friend btw. 11 years older than me, which makes him about 31 yrs old. Nice guy, lively, with a great smile. Don't really know him or have spoken to him much, but first impressions count...
A wedding. The institution designed to seal the vows of commitment as a mark of true love. That's not always the case nowadays is it? I wish him all the best (:
As i sat there on the couch sipping white wine amidst the crowd and my family, i cldn't help but find myself slipping away into the gloom. i entered my little own world again, oblivious to the people around me. nobody really noticed or cared. i don't remember talking much either, apart from the voices inside my head. it made me depressed. i begin thinking about the unhappiness.
I am envious of happy families. I see them all around me. I think it's an evil I'm destined to live with, and I'm stuck in this wholesomely impossible situation where I don't even talk or communicate with my dad much or to the people around me. After all that has happened all these years I have come to reject many things about them even though things have changed. There is this psychological barrier which I just cannot overcome. I need therapy. Or perhaps just the courage to face it down and eradicate it once and for all, but it would mean digging up the skeletons of the past which are just too painful. I just want to forget them and put them aside. That's not happening. I'm living in the past. That is wrong.
I just want to be happy. have a happy family, like any other normal kid. I want to be able to laugh with them, be carefree and comfortable with them - not be paranoid about what i say or do. I want to be able to talk to anybody confidently with some pride, saying - hey come meet my folks, they would love to meet you! I want to be around people where I can joke and laugh comfortably with them, knowing that they dont take everything seriously and they love me for who I am and not what I try to be.
I just want to be comfortable in my own skin with the people around me.
I look at the wedding dinner and it's proceedings, and I am envious.
That is partly the reason why I say I would never get married.
Andy is the son of a family friend btw. 11 years older than me, which makes him about 31 yrs old. Nice guy, lively, with a great smile. Don't really know him or have spoken to him much, but first impressions count...
A wedding. The institution designed to seal the vows of commitment as a mark of true love. That's not always the case nowadays is it? I wish him all the best (:
As i sat there on the couch sipping white wine amidst the crowd and my family, i cldn't help but find myself slipping away into the gloom. i entered my little own world again, oblivious to the people around me. nobody really noticed or cared. i don't remember talking much either, apart from the voices inside my head. it made me depressed. i begin thinking about the unhappiness.
I am envious of happy families. I see them all around me. I think it's an evil I'm destined to live with, and I'm stuck in this wholesomely impossible situation where I don't even talk or communicate with my dad much or to the people around me. After all that has happened all these years I have come to reject many things about them even though things have changed. There is this psychological barrier which I just cannot overcome. I need therapy. Or perhaps just the courage to face it down and eradicate it once and for all, but it would mean digging up the skeletons of the past which are just too painful. I just want to forget them and put them aside. That's not happening. I'm living in the past. That is wrong.
I just want to be happy. have a happy family, like any other normal kid. I want to be able to laugh with them, be carefree and comfortable with them - not be paranoid about what i say or do. I want to be able to talk to anybody confidently with some pride, saying - hey come meet my folks, they would love to meet you! I want to be around people where I can joke and laugh comfortably with them, knowing that they dont take everything seriously and they love me for who I am and not what I try to be.
I just want to be comfortable in my own skin with the people around me.
I look at the wedding dinner and it's proceedings, and I am envious.
That is partly the reason why I say I would never get married.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Watching L'Amelie has made me realise the importance of spending your life with someone who shares your view of the world and who sees the world in the same way as you. It is so so important. Sure, opposites can attract but there must be some sort of commonality to hold them both together.
I want to spend my life with that someone. That someone who sees the world the same way that i do.
at the same time, i am fully aware of the extremely low possibility of actually meeting such a person. I want it to be as serendipitous as l'amelie. tis true. im a closet romantic. i am perfectly aware of the possibility of remaining single forever... but yea. hope is good right?
right?
--
what do lonely people do to feel better?
I want to spend my life with that someone. That someone who sees the world the same way that i do.
at the same time, i am fully aware of the extremely low possibility of actually meeting such a person. I want it to be as serendipitous as l'amelie. tis true. im a closet romantic. i am perfectly aware of the possibility of remaining single forever... but yea. hope is good right?
right?
--
what do lonely people do to feel better?
French Cinema
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE FRENCH CINEMA FROM TODAY ONWARDS. IT IS OFFICIAL!
I watched 2 brilliant films over the weekend - Le Fabuleux destinee l'Amelie Poulain, and Bon Voyage.
I absolutely love everything about them. oh god. I love french cinema! and I love french! it is such a beautiful language.
pompish colonizers they may have been, but you can't deny that many of them are good looking.
Bon Voyage was brilliant in its ability to capture the tension of WW2. The plot is amazing, the action, wonderful. A tastefully done love story, as with l'Amelie. I relate particularly to l'Amelie for various reasons...
yep.
I really love them! :D
I watched 2 brilliant films over the weekend - Le Fabuleux destinee l'Amelie Poulain, and Bon Voyage.
I absolutely love everything about them. oh god. I love french cinema! and I love french! it is such a beautiful language.
pompish colonizers they may have been, but you can't deny that many of them are good looking.
Bon Voyage was brilliant in its ability to capture the tension of WW2. The plot is amazing, the action, wonderful. A tastefully done love story, as with l'Amelie. I relate particularly to l'Amelie for various reasons...
yep.
I really love them! :D
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