Blue Valentine

I just watched “Blue Valentine”. It’s possibly my new favourite movie. I normally don’t have favourites because there are many good movies that are great in their own ways and genres, and it’s hard to decide.

What I love about Blue Valentine is also what I didn’t like about it - how real it is. And how depressing it also is. Relationships are wonderful, but relationships also fail. There is never a clear-cut event that explains when or how a relationship dies. You could say, right from the start, they were not meant to be. Or you could say, it was in the middle when they both wanted different things and drifted apart. Or you could say, it was right at the end when all the bottled emotions came crashing out and nothing could un-do the damage. Whichever your view, it is probably valid. All we know is, somehow, somewhere, it was gone before anyone knew.

earth hour

As some of you may know, it was Earth Hour a couple nights ago. At 8:30pm, I switched off all my lights and even unplugged electrical appliances and I had a few candles in the living area. Lo and behold what happens but the doorbell rings. Only in Hong Kong do they deliver packages in the night. I open the door and the delivery man gave me a rather weird look. I wanted to explain to him that the reason why it’s so dark in my apartment is because I’m trying to do my bit for the earth. But the guy gave me a weird look and dropped the parcel into my hands and left before I could really say anything. “Um, thanks”, I said to his disappearing back. “And I’m not weird, it’s just Earth Hour…..”

And is it just me, or is it weird to do Earth Hour alone, at home? 

Should I have gone to a park instead with a bunch of cool friends and lit candles and posted photos on instagram? I suddenly feel rather lame… 

A generic life.

Sometimes I wish that my life was one cheesy Hollywood chick flick. Then at least things would be predictable. I’d be quirky and miserably single and meet a string of horrible men, but alas, I’d live happily ever after.

But then again, life wouldn’t be fascinating if it were predictable, right? Like Robert Frost says, I’d take the road lesser travelled. If anything, at least I’d have a cool story to tell. Because no story ever started with being plain and boring.

Okay, maybe I don’t want a movie life. But could I still want to have a soundtrack to my life?