Which girl am I?

One of my fave movies was on yesterday, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, title on it's own is delecious. A story about two girlfriends on a summer holiday in Spain become enamored with the same painter, unaware that his ex-wife, with whom he has a tempestuous relationship, is about to re-enter the picture.

A stunning movie set in Barcelona, about relatable characters that fall in and out of love. This movie really makes me question my approach to love. Am I Vicky with her cautious, safe, committed approach, or am I Cristina, more spontaneous, lacking boundary, craving suffering love? Or am I bit of both? It seems at this point in my life, love is an everyday topic. Everyone sees it differently, all of us can't live without it, and most are constantly at battle with it. We are either shaping it or molding it so it suits our needs or escaping it when it becomes too hard or complicated to handle. Whatever it is, every day some are on a constant quest to find and maintain it and others are too wounded to try.

So I guess love to me, is everything. Really. It is my reason to go to work, and my reason to do well, it is my reason to do good and it is my reason to be happy. To live without it is a habit all must learn to master and to have everyday it is a gift. All I know is from my experience once you have been in love.. and I am talking the good kind of love, you can never never ever go back to living without it.

Woody Allen brings out the love in me. Really.
Really.

One Fine Day

Probably the most awaited post of the history of this blog.
I really struggled to find great images for this movie.
I love this movie till death do us part.
Am listening to this track right now
Natalie Merchant's One Fine Day

Brick_ walling

Somewhere along the lines of my dealing with advertisers and convincing my best friendy to start her own blog to deal with her boring non-working syndrome in Bahrain I missed my own blog. I don't know what it is. In between delegating all day long, dealing with family that are visiting in London, managing project after project, and train travel I find I have no where to note my thoughts. Twitter is not a strong enough medium to hold my 1 million uncorresponding thoughts. And there is no way in hell I could even think about condensing them all to 140 characters. so here I am, back from a wonderful break in Leeds, missing my stolen Nikon D-40, missing my friends, and craving Arabic food like a mad woman.

Like clock work its after midnight, I am restless, I have questions, I am packing boxes of clothes and shoes in my head and ready to move house.

Amongst all the wonderful things that are happening in my career I made time for a late movie and ordered room service with my brother on his last night with us in Leeds. Shakespeare in Love was playing. I never really liked the movie, and I will never truly get why/how Gwyneth Paltrow nailed that Oscar. But after not having seen it in so long I not-so-casually burst into tears towards the very end. Not because of the story but because of love. How could I have forgotten their story? How could I have forgotten the most famous love story of all time? It all came brick walling at me.

*For there is no greater love story than that of Romeo and his Juliet*










And yes I am blogging to Clair De Lune's Claude Debussy. What can I say ?I am a sucker for the piano and strange habits.

vada you're my best friend

Old School. Classic. Whatever you want to call it. But My Girl (1991) is one of the most amazing movies I grew up with. Vada Sultenfuss is obsessed with death. Her mother is dead, and her father runs a funeral parlor. She is also in love with her English teacher, and joins a poetry class over the summer just to impress him. Thomas J., her best friend, is "allergic to everything", and sticks with Vada despite her hangups. *I love the bond between Thomas and Vada.

I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.

Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl.

Talkin' bout my girl.
I've got sushine on cloudy day
With my girl.
I've even got the month of May With my girl.

Into The Wild

Some stories stay with you forever.
The true story of Christopher McCandless stays with me still.

The Story : A young man leaves his middle class existence in pursuit of freedom from relationships and obligation. Giving up his home, family, all possessions but the few he carried on his back and donating all his savings to charity Christopher McCandless (Emile Hirsch) embarks on a journey throughout America. His eventual aim is to travel into Alaska, into the wild, to spend time with nature, with 'real' existence, away from the trappings of the modern world.

When he reaches Alaska he finds he has been insufficiently prepared for the hardships to come. . With no means of sustaining himself he starves in his so sought after isolation.