My fair (French) lady

My infatuation with the lovely Lea Seydoux has upped a notch. I have watched many, many, videos related to her in the past few weeks, and not learnt much, unfortunately. She's so very shy and private, which makes her even more intriguing. She had a very privileged upbringing and her family is very wealthy and well-known in France, but she's made it clear that they never helped her in her career although they are a big part of the film industry there.

Oh Lea, you make me want to travel to Paris all over again! (I didn't like Paris, by the way. I'm the 50% of people who found Paris dirty and underwhelming.)

I read somewhere that she stays in district 10...

Bohemian rhapsody

I've always been envious of those who have the guts to chase their dreams, or live for their passion.

I recently had a chance to speak to someone of about my age who's never had a solid, stable job but doing freelance all these years. He went to London to study art (lucky him, not all of us have the financial means), realised his forte is in jewelry design, did odd jobs in London, taught Art part-time to A level students, tutored Literature, went to Barcelona with his partner and stayed there for a year conducting adhoc art classes and now works as a freelance designer for a friend's Hong Kong-based clothing label. My boss calls this the "bohemian lifestyle". He's truly been doing what he loves so far, not held back by money or seeking for any financial stability, and just taking things as they come his way. Perhaps he comes from an upper-middle class family which can help finance his lifestyle. If so, how very lucky.

Circumstances unfortunately do not allow me to lead such a "bohemian lifestyle". I have to work, (and work hard) to pay off my student loans, the insurance and bills, and just support myself, in general. I do not consider myself high maintenance, but I like to (ahem) pay for quality and comfort. I do not have loaded parents and I'm not handed supplementary credit cards, so I have to work hard to get what I want. But even if I'm given the chance for a "bohemian lifestyle", what will I do?

At this ripe (old) age of 29, I'm not even sure what my passion is. And chase my dream? What exactly is, my dream? I often ask myself, and find that I do not have an answer. Does this mean my life is somewhat aimless and lacks quality?

Not so quiet earworm

John Legend's "All of Me" has been on repeat for two days while I'm at work. I heard it at my cousin's wedding last weekend and it's been stuck in my head since. But what a beautiful song! Now don't start judging, but I don't really listen to the radio except when I'm in the car (I don't watch much television either, but that's another story for another day), so I'm very out of touch with new hits and chart toppers. Apparently "All of Me" has been a number 1 for weeks, and for good reason!

So then I started to google John Legend, and found out he's quite the brainiac. I must say I was pleasantly surprised. He got accepted at Harvard, offered scholarship to some other college I can't recall, but decided to read Literature at Penn.

Apparently "All of Me" was inspired by his relationship with his wife (recently married, after dating for 7 years). How very romantic and sweet. Cliched somewhat, but all girls are a sucker for these things.

There's just something about men who can play the piano really well. Takes my breath away....

That blue-haired girl

I finally watched the "critically acclaimed", much talked about, "Blue is the warmest colour" recently. I've been thinking a lot about it - much more than I should! It's so incredibly powerful and sad and that somewhat affects and disturbs me. Does that sound odd? Perhaps it's because the movie feels so raw and real, it's almost like I'm watching reality tv, taking a sneak peek into a real girl's life, instead of watching an actual movie?

I openly admit I'm completely smittened by Lea's character, Emma. The way she speaks, her dreamy eyes, her sweet smile, the way she takes a drag, her passion for the arts...I could go on, really.

And I thought to myself, if that so-very-charming blue-haired girl were to to flirt with me and chat me up, what would I do? My heart would flutter, most definitely. But would I waver?

My night light

I've been yearning for a space to write. It's been years since I sat down to pen my thoughts in coherent sentences. I started reading a blog recently and got inspired again. And I have all these thoughts swirling around my already cluttered head  - thoughts I don't feel like talking out. Perhaps writing will make things clearer? We'll see.

So here's my night light - my small space for comfort or convenience when times are dark. Or not.