the reluctance turn of the windmill in the wind.
no one ever thought of its helplessness. or perhaps someone did.
like a bird that took flight but never once looked back. or perhaps it did.
like shadows forever lost in the faceless evening crowd.
echoes we could only imagine but voices we can no longer recognise. hej hej.
the anatomy of peace could well be found in the chaos.
Just finished watching Gran Torino. Another brilliant movie that left me in a turbulence of after-thoughts. This time, it’s a little different from the usual feeling that i get. It’s less fixated and less focused. But it probably bugs me twice as much as usual. I’m thinking the effect might not entirely be due to this film.
I’m slowly getting accustomed to the notion that certain movie only clicks when you’re in the appropriate mood during the day. On this day, Gran Torino is a brilliant movie. Clint Eastwood is masterclass!
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Waiting for something is an uncomfortable process. Days have gone by with my indulgence in mundane monotony of work, I realised that I’ve lost count of the days and hours. At the start, I was counting with the enthusiasm of a child. Gradually, all but some of those dissipated into the vacuum emptiness that echoes between my ears. And the heart sinks as the footstep slows to the pace of directionless walking. Perhaps I’ve already lost sight of what’s ahead already.
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for some good laidback music, Jason Reeves has got a good playlist.
the time of the year to reflect and reminisce.
it’s a tad premature, but yes, the ticker clock is ticking down and year 2008 is coming to an end quirky soon.
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came across this piece. beautiful.
do I know me?
Love After Love
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your mirror,
And each smile at the other’s welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.- Derek Walcott
procrastination is looking at others having a snow fight outside my window.
procrastination is tidying up my desk and messing it up again when I couldn’t find my keys.
procrastination is deciding that i will start studying when the sun sets at 3.
procrastination is deciding to do my laundry when i just done one 2 days ago.
procrastination is charging my phone when there are still 2 bars left.
procrastination is counting the number of times i blink per minute.
procrastination is … easier than studying swedish.
I like Ashin’s latest blog entry.
「有些人經過我身旁 住在我腦中 在我心底鑽洞
有些人變成相片 堆在角落灰塵像雪一般冰凍」
但，最怕有些人雖然早已走遠，卻從不肯把屬於他的回憶帶走。
- From Ashin
一个人一世人，遇到的人很多。
有些会让你流连忘返，有些会让你刻骨铭心，有些让你尴尬因为连名字都不记得。
最怕的，不只是当他们已走远了，仍然揪着你的心。
而是当他们要走远之前，因你依依不舍的痛楚，所以拼了命地想制造回忆。
那所谓的回忆，却只是你那捉也捉不住的曾经。