On a cold morning, Snowflake likes to climb onto my lap while I'm getting ready for work in front of the heater. She'll get into this position in the photo above and have a quick snooze with her head resting atop my right knee, her face always facing the heater.
It always makes me laugh, because I can't help but picture her riding on the back of a motorbike in a South-East Asian country (the heat!), hanging on tightly and gripping the handlebars while the warm breeze caresses blasts her face!
...reflexes. I was off with the fairies daydreaming while turning on the tap at the basin, and when I reached in to cup some water in my hands, my hands instantly jerked backwards as I jumped, startled. I hadn't realised the water was scaldingly hot. It got me thinking about how incredible the human body was - how something as complicated as stimulating the receptors in the skin of our finger, conducting it into a nerve impulse that transmits to our central nervous system, and continues to transmit the nerve impulse into a motor impulse to cause the involuntary withdrawal from the pain and stop further damage - all happens "automatically" within the space of nanoseconds. All these intricate neurones and nerve endings and transmissions were formed from one single cell. Last week I took some time to marvel at the universe, today I'm marvelling at the universe in all of us.
...places like Hobba that serve breakfast until 5pm, so people like me can have it at 3:30pm.
...friends like Christean who bakes yummy macarons, meaning I always have access to a stash of them!
...having a boyfriend who not only showers me lots of sweet treats...
...but makes me honey joys as well!
Following yesterday's torturous session of hearing me explain scenes from The Notebook in excruciating detail, poor Chan found himself in yet another conversation about The Notebook with me. Lol.
Chan: Morning Me: Good morning Me: You know what I realised last night Me: Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams are surrounded by white ducks, not swans (what feels like decades later) Chan: OMG Chan: Now you tell me. And you didn't tell me the part that after Rachel asked why he didn't write to her in years, and that she waited all that time for him that they got it on Me: Lol
it is irrelevant that they got it on Me: Why don't I send you the 4 and a half minute long clip of the epic scene Chan: No no
that's not necessary Me: When they are in the boat, surrounded by ducks
she commends him on how well he's done, he's bought the house that they fooled around in and built it up from scratch Chan: You watched it again didn't you??? Me: And he said "I promised you I would" So it was Ryan saying he promised her he would that upset her Chan: Far out. Everything you have told me is news to me Chan: Now I have to start from the start again because of this new information on the scene Me: Would you like me to explain again Chan: No no Me: I'll happily give you a full synopsis again
or you could just watch the 4.30 minute long scene Me: 4.30 minutes
it's not that bad
Chan: Omg
A while later...
Chan: There is a scene when Rachel and Ryan are rowing in a boat on a lake.
They are rowing in sunshine surrounded by all these white ducks in the water.
Rachel commends Ryan on how well he has done, as he has bought a house and built it from scratch.
Ryan claims that he made a promise to her that he would. They chat whilst on the boat, and thunder and lightning begin to fill the sky.
As they make their way back to land it begins to rain and it pours down.
They both look at each other awkwardly.
As it rains both Rachel and Ryan begin to burst out in laughter. They finally get back to shore and Rachel hastily leaves to boat and screams at Ryan.
She asked him why he didn’t write to her, as it wasn’t over for her. She said that she “waited 7 years and you never wrote and now it was too late”.
Ryan said that he wrote 365 letters, 1 for everyday of the first year.
Ryan proclaims that it wasn’t over and it still isn’t over.
They both move towards each other and come to an embrace.
Then they made their way into the house where they got it on Me: Where did you get that synopsis from? That's great Chan: That is from what you told me, what my friend told me and a touch of Chan in between Me: Well done Chan. It's like you've watched it!
Reason #20 of why I can't help but love Snowflake:
She can be a very wise-looking kitty sometimes. "When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good, you will not, hmmm?"
I love it when you're chugging along with monotonous work and feeling slightly flat after a heavy lunch, and lo and behold an email arrives in your inbox with hilarious demotivational pictures to lighten your day. Afternoon chuckles keep your head away from your knuckles!
Here are a few memorable ones from today's:
And here's a random funny Jon threw in!
Later on in the afternoon, I had a humorous chat (it was for me anyway) with Chan. He made the mistake of asking me about The Notebook. The poor guy had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Chan: Have you seen The Notebook? Me: Lol yes I have Chan: I've never seen it only heard of it Me: You're missing out Chan: Cbb reading the synopsis because its long and draining me, what's all the hype associated with the movie?
Why do people talk about it or make reference to it? Me: Perhaps you should watch it and find out Me: It's a romantic film Chan: Nah nah nah that's all I needed to know then Me: I'll admit I've watched it a few times. When I watched it the first time with my best friend
we sat there bawling even after the movie had ended Me: It's very sweet Me: Dramatised (minutes later) Chan: Omg Me: Lol Me: Did you read the synopsis? Chan: Not really. I read that it was based in the 1940's
and it went on and on
so I stopped and cbb reading any more Chan: Someone played a joke yesterday
and made reference to The Notebook and I had NFI what The Notebook was about Chan: I know people talk about it
but I don't know what its about. Was told I was going to see The Lucky One Me: Lol you poor thing. Same author Chan: Ok
thats the reference
now I get it. What a crap movie The Lucky One is Me: I think you should give The Notebook a go. At the very least you have Rachel McAdams to look at Chan: But Ryan Gosling is in the way Me: But it's Ryan Gosling..... Chan: To a lady or a man that likes a man
I'm sure it would be an ideal film to watch Chan: A nice synopsis of The Notebook - a pure chick flick Me: Yeah that sums it up Chan: "Every girl's dream" Chan: Omg Me: Lol Chan: I should have never asked Me: There is one epic scene
when they meet again after 7 years and he brings her out on a boat. They are surrounded by swans. Its a very stunning setting and they start chatting and sort of look at each other awkwardly
then it starts pouring. They laugh and there is dramatic music and then she gets visibly upset Chan: Oh no
now you are reenacting events Chan: Its so vivid for you Chan: I was thinking that you might say the swans started attacking them Me: When they get back to shore she storms off, then turns around and screams at him "Why didn't you write me? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years but you never wrote and now it's too late" Chan: OH SNAP Me: And he explained that he did write Chan: I have a fear of swans. I see swans and fear they will attack me (completely disregarding his fear of swans) Me: He wrote her 365 letters.. he wrote her everyday for a year (minutes later) Chan: Omfg Me: And he says "It wasn't over, it still isn't over" Me: And he goes in for a passionate kiss Me: And they kiss and embrace in the rain Chan: Why was he away from her? War? Army? Me: War. She's from a rich family, he's poor Chan: And where did the letters go if she never got them? Me: It was a summer romance when they met. Her mother kept them from her, she didn't want her to see him because he was poor Chan: Oh Chan: Epic
7 years Me: So epic Me: But she was engaged to another man by then, a rich man Chan: Let me guess that she was with someone else? Chan: So cliche Chan: And then she left the rich guy
and ended up with him
and they lived happily ever after? Me: Sort of. The way the story is told
it starts off with an old man reading an old woman a story at an old folk's home Me: Later on it is revealed that the old man is old Ryan Gosling, and old woman is old Rachel McAdams. She has alzheimer's
so he reads to her to help her remember Me: Sometimes she remembers, sometimes she doesn't. Sometimes she doesn't recognise her husband, doesn't recognise her kids Chan: I soooooo shouldn't have asked about it Chan: I am getting a full synopsis right now Chan: You can't get enough of The Notebook Me: Bet you're regretting it now Chan: Its in the memory bank Chan: A display of sensitivity in a man can be demonstrated by mentioning The Notebook Me: So if he groans when he hears The Notebook... Chan: No groaning in front of a lady. Just going to have to suck it up Me: Lol Chan: Your retelling of that whole scene has given me enough of an insight of the film
actually. I might use it one day Me: You will reenact the scene? Chan: Not reenact. Retell it having never watched the film Me: You should probably know how it ends too then (what seems like hours later) Chan: Do I need to know? Me: You've made it through this far. He crawled into bed with her at the old folks home. He can't stay away from her because he loves her so much Chan: Oh my
me Me: And they die in their sleep in embrace Chan: Oh Chan: Thanks for the synopsis Sammie Me: Anytime Chan, anytime Chan: Lol
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.
Incredibly lucky that I can stay in my warm bed, listen to the pouring rain outside and sleep in on a public holiday. I truly savoured this simple pleasure... by sleeping longer.
I was awoken by Snowflake pushing her back into my face - she had flopped herself down on my left shoulder, with the rest of her plonked onto my pillow. Having a 6kg purring cat leaning against your face is oddly charming!
I made honey joys!
The house is now filled with the sweet aroma of sugar and butter... I wish I could bottle it up! My heart must hate me.