le grand voyage
i have to talk about the show i saw this week. after lunch with a shrunk TTG on tues, celebrating someone's birthday in-absentee, i went to catch Le Grand Voyage with N. we decided to catch the later show to get better seats. we still came in late cos we had dinner n did some shopping. when we came, our seats were occupied & N did the macho act.. called in the usher to boot them out.
settled in, we carried on to watch the show. it's all about a father who wants to make the haj to mecca but insists on going by car instead of plane. he equated the amount of effort made getting there to the sincerity and enormity of the spirit of his pilgrimage. roped in to drive his dad several continents, the non-muslim son suffers bad luck upon bad luck, all the while struggling with his relationship with his dad.
it was really a simple, touching show. sweet n funny at times, revelatory at others. but the mood throughout the entire show was light, so much that the hour long journey(literally) in the car that they made, wasn't monotonous at all. in the end they did reach mecca against stacked odds and the dad made his haj.
but the real shocker came at the ending. in the interest of not giving any spoilers, i won't reveal the ending. but it just so caught me totally by surprise, i just broke down and sobbed. i couldn't believe that something of such a great significance and maginitude could happen out of nowhere, no rhyme or reason. it was so much like real life, it just smacked me in the face. all of a sudden, in that split second of revelation, i relived similar experiences in my life, particularly that of my late grandmother. i couldn't help it, i cried like a child.. sampai tersedu sedan seh. basah lagi baju si N. (now where did that malay come from?)
anyway. unfortunately my crying bout sort of downed our outing and we made our seperate ways home soon after. but i was still feeling restless and lost so i called my pri skool fren out and we stayed under her block chatting til 3plus. i staggered home n to bed at four and was up by 9 to work.. late again.
today, we all packed up and left after 10pm, yet my work is not finished and i have to be in by 9 am tmr to rush it. i am tired yet i am not sleeping. my eyes are heavy and so is my mind and heart.
"You just think too much.. just don't!"
"I can't help it, i'm a thinker..!"
"That's not a thinker, that's a psycho!!"
-the most priceless thing my friend said to me last night-
hai.. pening kepala aku. da la. tido lagi bagus.
tata titi tutut~
settled in, we carried on to watch the show. it's all about a father who wants to make the haj to mecca but insists on going by car instead of plane. he equated the amount of effort made getting there to the sincerity and enormity of the spirit of his pilgrimage. roped in to drive his dad several continents, the non-muslim son suffers bad luck upon bad luck, all the while struggling with his relationship with his dad.
it was really a simple, touching show. sweet n funny at times, revelatory at others. but the mood throughout the entire show was light, so much that the hour long journey(literally) in the car that they made, wasn't monotonous at all. in the end they did reach mecca against stacked odds and the dad made his haj.
but the real shocker came at the ending. in the interest of not giving any spoilers, i won't reveal the ending. but it just so caught me totally by surprise, i just broke down and sobbed. i couldn't believe that something of such a great significance and maginitude could happen out of nowhere, no rhyme or reason. it was so much like real life, it just smacked me in the face. all of a sudden, in that split second of revelation, i relived similar experiences in my life, particularly that of my late grandmother. i couldn't help it, i cried like a child.. sampai tersedu sedan seh. basah lagi baju si N. (now where did that malay come from?)
anyway. unfortunately my crying bout sort of downed our outing and we made our seperate ways home soon after. but i was still feeling restless and lost so i called my pri skool fren out and we stayed under her block chatting til 3plus. i staggered home n to bed at four and was up by 9 to work.. late again.
today, we all packed up and left after 10pm, yet my work is not finished and i have to be in by 9 am tmr to rush it. i am tired yet i am not sleeping. my eyes are heavy and so is my mind and heart.
"You just think too much.. just don't!"
"I can't help it, i'm a thinker..!"
"That's not a thinker, that's a psycho!!"
-the most priceless thing my friend said to me last night-
hai.. pening kepala aku. da la. tido lagi bagus.
tata titi tutut~
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