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Adele – Someone Like You
If you ever had a broken heart, you’re about to remember it now.
There was once a very lovely, very frightened girl.
She lived alone except for a nameless cat.
I’ve been revisiting the moleskine diary again. The last jotted ink was dry since my past birthday. Nothing much written on that last one except the summary of the years’ written words inside the black bind cahier. A summary of the year 2009. In a very succinct form and if it’s a colour it would be a faltering hue of grey, a glimmering ray of silver and haphazard strokes of blue. The colour of conscience, hope and life at sea — and the love of the ocean. Considering it was soak in brine once.
“In case of loss, please return to” and “as a reward: $” were the printed words at the first page of the moleskine. There’s never a monetary reward written on it but I do mull on the ever cryptic xoxo and xxx. Depends on whom who find it as a romantics or sober samaritan. There’s still blank pages unused from the countless doodles and periodic rants. It’s worth more to the founder than the owner. If he’s the type who didn’t type but writes.
The title originated in one particular scene in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961) when Paul (George Peppard) slowly typed on his typewriter and then came forth the line of a lovely girl and a nameless cat.
The strings and soft voice of Holly (Audrey Hepburn) came in tandem with the lines and she sang Moon River at the window sill with calm composure and remote emotion.
Two of them broke the silence with greetings when she ended the song with a blank stare to the finite space.
I felt so invested with the emotion with a simple a ‘hi’ and the soft ‘oh’ that it moved me to write in the abandoned notebook. I remember the dialogs, I wrote the lyrics and I spelled the emotion. Why it doesn’t affect me as it does 5 years or 10 years ago when I first saw the movie. Why do I favour the Louis Armstrong version back then, when her voice is more sincere? Why do I think this passing scene so suddenly became so magically enthralling in the history of celluloid?
I don’t know.
Yet I do know that I’ve been missing the details in the past decades in favour of end result. The last view wasn’t out of love for lyrical and cinematography value but out of entertainment. I’m not saying that I dissect the current view with empirical proportion but I can feel the sincerity without satirical exhaustion. Two non-matrimony relationship taught me how to endure as a wounded bipedal mammal. Another two pre-matrimony relationship ended me as a quadruped mammal on my back looking at the sky, like a half-dead panda munching bamboo on a deforested patch of urbanised land.
What I’m saying is, or what I think that I’m supposed to say is that I’m becoming less sardonic. Less cynical with romance, but I’ll never be without one when it comes to the world view. Always one with a cynical eye (or eyes).
I keep my optimism alive still with romance. In the back sleeve of the black cahier moleskine lies 3 pieces of paper of optimism and sentimentality.
My first Singapore dollar note from that damsel in distress who (almost) ruin my academic life in United Kingdom.
Train ticket with hand-written notes as I sat for hours on that last train station for the Seremban girl to wake up for a cup of coffee at Starbucks on Saturday morning.
The Sunway girl’s signature on a folded receipt from her flight to Neverwhere with a purple binded book of The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran as a gift to me.
The trinkets were there to remind.
Just as the words are.
They’re lovely friends who’s now in love with their nameless cat — their significant other.
On a different note. The WordPress Zemanta plugin for recommended media gallery is fun to use. Who doesn’t like tattered moleskine and Banksy-ish stencil graffiti?
Police Helicopter Hovering over Taman Connaught at Midnight (A Glimpse of Police State — Big Brother is Watching You!)
Police Monitoring 11 ‘Hot Spots’ (2009/08/07)
KUALA LUMPUR, Fri: City police have begun mobilising its personnel to realise the government’s target of reducing street crimes by 20 per cent by the end of next year.
Its police deputy chief, Datuk Abu Samah Mat, said the police have identified 11 “hot spots” which are favourite haunts of criminals.
The hotspots are the Bukit Bintang and Jalan Pudu areas, which are under the jurisdiction of the Dang Wangi police; Brickfields and Kuchai Park (Brickfields police) Taman Midah, Taman Connaught, Alam Damai (Cheras), and Jinjang North, Metro Prima Kepong, Danau Kota (Sentul).
He said the move was necessary to reduce street crimes such as snatch thefts, unarmed robberies and unarmed gang robberies.
“We have started a joint operation in Bandar Sri Permaisuri, Cheras, from July 17.”
“The operation clearly has a positive impact as the rate of street crimes in the area have lessened, as compared with before,” he said, adding that eight snatch thefts were reported in Bandar Sri Permaisuri as compared with 10 cases in the two weeks before the operation.
As the police are understaffed, Abu Samah said it had to enlist the help of the People’s Volunteer Corps (Rela).
On July 27, Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak announced that the government viewed crime prevention seriously and was focusing on efforts to reduce crime as one of the National Key Results Area under the home ministry. — BERNAMA
I was reading the news online, when the above video footage was captured.
The low flying helicopter, the blaring rotor, the bright luminance of the spotlight — and all of the spectacular police “efficiency” in the middle of the night.
An “overkill” if that’s supposed to reduce street crimes. More police patrolling the area would be suffice — and on foot.
I feel like living in a ghetto in Brooklyn.
Rest in peace, my fellow alumni.
Even though I never once saw your movies (completely).
The zeitgeist alone, restore my faith on ‘romantic cynicsm’ of Malaysian culture.
So long, fare thee well,
The dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell,
So turn down this bed of stone,
Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong,
The long December rain is falling now
Running down on streets to nowhere
Music is my life you’re my sweetest nightingale
But I can’t hear it here no more
And I go
Hush now, don’t shake or break
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face
— Pete Teo, Talentime
So long, fare thee well.