La Vie en rose, the French connection

Today I finally knew the title of the French song that has been stuck in my head for ages.

It's kind of a funny story, actually—

Over the past few days I have been browsing photo blogs of people who use analog cameras and live in Europe. I can't keep myself from admiring the beauty of their photographs and of their countries. I now understand why most of my friends want to visit or even live in that side of the world. I too would want to go see France, Italy, and the entire Europe for myself.

Last night, at around this time, I finally(!) started reading the ever-intriguing Why We Broke Up after laboriously slaving over my last book. My heart breaks a little every time I "turn the page" because even at the first few parts I could already tell how amazing it is (The premise of the novel itself is, dare I say, pure genius!) and that I would love it no matter what happens in the story. That the plot and the characters are somewhat familiar adds to why I cringe at almost every paragraph. I am drawn to the storyteller/narrator/letter-writer, Min Green, how different/arty she is, and her love for French films. She reminds me of me, somehow.

However, this morning, instead of finding out what happened in the book, I came across a certain blog and ended up browsing through and reading all the entries. I just can't help it, hers was a love story straight out of a fairytale book. Then I got around to listen to her covers and man, the comments were right, her voice was so angelic!

La Vie en rose was one of the songs Inky loved singing. I, on the other hand, believe I never heard the song before (This was prior to me hitting the play button). I have this friend who claims that that particular song was her all-time favorite, but even then, I never got the chance to look it up. This was the time, I told myself. As I pressed play, I instantly fell in love. I also looked for the original version and other covers, and they were all so good.

And then I remembered that there was this French song that has been haunting me for a few years now. But at that moment, I don't even know why, of all moments, I forgot how the tune went. Although I do know it's been overused in several movies and so I decided to do a little research. Luckily, the Internet gods were in my favor today, that only after a few clicks, I found out that...

Guess what, it's the same song! My heart is currently full of glee! Ahh, la vie est belle!


P.S. Felt a bit sad today, which is why finding out the title of this song meant a lot to me. Always glad to end my everyday with a smile on my face. And with that, I thank You. And Dani, for reading my mind.

Sunday gloom

Quite ironic, don't you think? But anyhow, we spent the day with yummy take-out and by squeezing in a bit of shopping in between meals. Have a blessed week ahead!

Sunset orange

Today in things new, and again done by the window: nail color, Indian-inspired furniture, and a crossed-out item on my movies-to-watch list (Inception). Gotta love these lazy Saturdays! How did you spend your weekend? Hope it was just as lovely!

Life and windows

Feeling a little under the weather this week but hopeful that I will be healed soon. Meanwhile, the sun was red (again!), I barely went out of the house, and it seemed to be raining every day since. Oh, and the medicine is slowly working... Good night!

Day at the museums pt. II

After my first day out exploring museums in Washington, D.C., I knew I had missed something. So as soon as we got back to her place, Ate Haydee and I checked online and fortunately found a very useful website that listed down the sites and artifacts that inspired Night at Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian. Ultimate daymaker!

The following day, after going to church, having lunch, and undergoing what for me felt like a death march in Georgetown, we hopped on a bus, rode a train, and walked straight to the National Museum of American History. Upon entrance I knew right away that it was going to be my favorite of all. A lot of my interests were catered in this particular museum and I was so amused with everything I didn't care that we lost track of time. Eventually we had to get going, swung by Natural History to snap a photo with "Dum-Dum who loves his gum-gum," took a short break at the World War II Memorial, then introduced myself to Sir Abraham Lincoln.

It had been a great weekend and although I'm currently ill because of it, I wouldn't want it any other way. My thank yous go out to: Ate Haydee for having me; Tita El-El and her family for treating us out to dinner; and Tito Chris, Tita Inday, and the kids for driving/accompanying me back and forth between MD and DC. You all made me feel very happy and blessed!