Entanglement

Excited

When I saw the envelope on top of the shoe rack, I knew it was the tickets. They brought a smile to my face  when I thought about the lovely violet fields of lavender, excellent pâtés of rabbit, saucissons spotted with peppercorns, marinated wild mushrooms, intoxicating aroma from freshly baked crusty loaves wafting through the air, ruby red rosé, and the irresistable crimson elixir of Châteauneuf du Pape.

Not to mention the possible stop at Pierre Hermé en route. Heavenly macarons, wonderful (and affordable) bubblies, and a leisure afternoon by the Seine River.

Have I told you about the pastis yet? Ohh la la

Auld Lang Syne

When this song was played in the movie during the premiere a few days ago, a few familiar faces came to mind and a strange, warm fuzzy feeling surfaced…

I missed you.

And for auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.

Kuala Lumpur

Would I feel the pain if I have never been there myself? Would I understand the soil and toil if I’ve never experienced similar predicament before? Would I envisage the unspeakable pressure and almost insurmountable discomfort if I have never been placed in the same shoes then?

More importantly, could I pull myself away from my own personal emotions, remain fair and unbiased in my judgement before placing those frustrating numbers into the spreadsheet I loathed in the past?

I was warned of what I was to encounter. But nothing could have prepared me better anyway. I guess it’s just something I have to go through to truly understand what it is like looking at things from a different light. Perhaps I’ve gotten “too involved” - that was what a good friend of mine told me over the phone this evening.

Just because you’re paranoid, it doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you

White Lilies