Russian Dolls

Watched Russian Dolls (sequel to The Spanish Apartment) with Jerry and his friend last night. I must confess that I did not have the chance to catch The Spanish Apartment and had thought that I wouldn’t know what would go on in the sequel. However, the sequel itself is, I would say, not very much like a sequel.

Russian Dolls is a witty French romance comedy that portrays what we all seek for in love and life: the perfect partner/the one/Mr. or Miss Right or whatever you may call it. And of course the age old question of what love is and why go through it when one knows that it is bound to bring one pain. The protagonist of the movie brings us into a recount of his encounter with love and perfection, love for Wendy and the illusion of love with his so-called perfect girl, Celia.

It was only towards the end of the movie when we, the audience, were given an explanation as to why the title Russian Dolls was chosen. Russian Dolls is a metaphor for searching the one true love, the last person whom one will live a life with. You open the dolls one after the other, the only main motive is to get to the very last one; but in order to get to her; one must have to go through many others before chancing upon your one true final love.

I’m only scratching the surface here; you’ll need to watch the show to experience the real intensity of love, romance, passion, hope, disappointment and loss. After finally catching a movie worth remembering, we headed towards Ice Cold Beer. I left around 11pm to meet Agnes at Mr. Bean Café and we sat there chatting till 2am in the morning. It was comforting to have had a heart-to-heart conversation with her once again, after so many years of separation (almost 9 years I believe) and of leading our individual lives. And now that our circumstances in love are rather similar, we found that although we don’t have them, we still have each other, which is very heartwarming indeed.

I ended up sleeping at 3+ in the morning and was woken up twice. Once was because I stretched my body and my left calf muscles started pulling so badly that I was almost screaming in agony. I was woken up the second time as my right foot was cramped up and my toes were all curled downwards. Urgh. I’m always experiencing leg/foot cramps or muscle strains. Now my left leg still hurts from the strenuous pull.

Feeling slightly dizzy now, wondering if it’s due to lack of sleep or food, or maybe even both.

Here are some pictures that I've promised to upload:

Chris opening the present I got for her on her birthday.













Jay looking totally engrossed or disgusted at something.











Me + Sheren










A for Agnes


I'll be going to the zoo on Friday for a company shooting trip! Yay, finally! Will post other pictures then.