zenn bites...

got out yesterday afternoon to catch a movie with gracie and adrian. sa som i himmelen or, as it is in heaven as it is know in english, is a swedish film touted to be "music at its most magical since les choristes".

now, les choristes (the choir boys) was magnificent and i really want to watch it again. as it is in heaven however wasn't all that fantabulous, though still very moving and very real. about an international conductor who suddenly interrupts his career and returns to his childhood village, as it is in heaven showed the very human process of getting integrated into a community, opening up, making friends and enemies, finding love, burying past demons, and daring to love.

the ending was a tad duh, but the one thing that stuck is the enchanting voice of helen sjoholm who, as the abused wife gabrielle, sang a moving solo that was specially written for her. i tried searching for the song, but i can't seem to find it. it's one about a woman's strength to live and overcome setbacks.

if anyone knows/finds out what the song title is, or best, send me the song, i'll be eternally grateful!

we headed to edmund's new pad at thomson 800 next for his birthday barbie. got lost trying to find the pool, and someone had to come get us in the end. we trooped into a lift that required key-card access, walked through a narrow maze complete with high walls, scooted through some low bushes, traipsed past the walls of the gorgeous, overflowing pool, before we finally got to the bbq pit. an adventure indeed.

beer and sausages, some undercooked pork and overcooked steaks, grilled bread, gracie-peeled prawns and yummy (uncleaned) mussels. delicious. we even made-over a bottle of absolute vodka into a bottle of absolute erdinger.

off to hock's to freshen up, read some newspapers and catch some winks before we went down to zouk for gabriel and dresden!

we're early and had the whole of members' almost to ourselves, but the people drifted in and it's packed in no time. gabriel and dresden turned out ok, especially when the hit tracks were spun and left me on a high on the dancefloor. but agnelli and nelson's still the best night of the year for me (so far).

we headed to newton for supper after, then i had to double back to zouk to drive a drunken adrian home. what was "i can drive i'm ok" had become an ah hock who couldn't walk too straight, so i think it was a good thing i have a license (even though i did a poor job reversing down that awful slope of his - i have sloporeversophobia!)

he insisted on walking us out to catch a cab, and we almost didn't make it coz his dead-weight very nearly caused us to end up in a ditch.

in true photohock fashion though, he was still able to pose for the camera, before he decided that the grass patch on the kerb's his new bed.

and yes, his puke got acquainted with the drain.

we left a stubborn i'll-walk-home-once-you-get-in-a-cab-hock after sexy sleepy gracie managed to hail us a cab. i don't know how he crawled back in one piece, but he called when he got home so all's good.

sleepy gracie took a nap on my lap as the cabbie speeded us home. i took the cam out and snapped shots of the early morning sky slowly getting brighter...

it's nearly 7am...and quietly beautiful.