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| Accent--the word itself has always turned into a pathetic topic. And it will forever be as long as some one finds out what defines a pure language. If there isn't something called accent free then I guess we're wasting our time on making the "he got an accent" speech, yeah? | | |
| The clock is ticking. The calendar on my desk says Dec 8 2006. All the numeric data tells me that time is passing and I have been moving forward. But, I have a feeling that what around me is an illusion. It's like I got trapped in a double layered cylinder. I'm in the inner one, and someone is pulling the outer one away from the one that I got stuck in... | | |
| Haven't written one for a long long time. Why? I don't know... see it in a positive way... maybe it's because I don't need this virtual therapy anymore. There is not much anger within me... Or should we say nothing has had triggered me or has had touched me? Today is my compensation leave. I got to wake up ard 1 sth... haha~ Haven't had a chance like this for weeks. I wanted to give my brain a break... but it starts movin' by itself. I want it to stop. Sometimes its ideas bother me... why does my brain have to be so sensitive... why is it always on its automative mode? I want it to stop. So, I played a VCD, which had been sitting in the corner of my desk for a while. The movie is called Prime. I've actually watched it once in theatre. But, like any other naive teenage girls, I thought the movie is actually my story, so I bought the VCD back once I saw it on the stack. I watched it and I still like it. It still touches me, esp the last scene--the abrupt cuts, the helpless smile, and the music... At least, it made me believe that those are the inevitable moments in our life--no matter how hard we try, there are things that we just couldn't help. I've worked on them; I've cried for them; and now they are the imperfect parts in me that still haunt me once a while. But, it's okay. I know I'm fine. | | |
| For the first time, I truly understand "When there is love in one's heart, one will have feeling towards everything around them". Dec 28, 2005 I was looking for some kinda entertainment for myself. I thought some laughter, some toilet humors and some silly lines might brighten up this confused period of mine. For that, I went to AMC and watched "The Chinese Tall Story". The movie is as confused as me. I could tell that the director has much to say--has much that he just wanna let out from his mind. But, from a third person's point of view, all of these have translated into somewhat like a disaster. There were a lot of emotions within the screen and a lot of emotions within me. But, for some reasons, we didn't connect. Not until the last super imposed on the screen--"The world's furthest distance is not when two people are right next to each other without knowing that they love each other. It is when two people know that they love each other and yet could never be together." I never saw myself as a hopeless romantic--I'm bitter; I'm practical; I'm cynical... Seriously, how can I be one? But, the frequency of you popping up in my head was too high for me to deny it... (TBContinued) | | |
| Haven't had time to wander around my own blog ... Suddenly, I realize why I love xanga and musical so much... when I use the term " wander around my own blog", the picture of Gene Kelly dancing on the street and expressing his feelings at the moment pops up in my mind. Yes! That's exactly why I love writing here.
Like Don Lockwood, every single entry of mine starts off as "Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo Doo-dloo-doo-doo..."--wandering on the street, while the four limbs start moving themselves reminding me that there is something that I'm more than ready to release.
"I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain...
Why am I smiling? And why do I sing?
Why does September seem sunny as spring?... "
Like what Gene's songs and dances do to him, jotting down my feelings makes me think about my expressions and question my feelings. This is what keeps me coming back to this blog--as it is casual, unintentional, forceless yet astounding.
While what is different is the feeling itself...
(TBContinued) | | |
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