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The Edge of Heaven

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:06:18 GMT

There is a movie called "The Edge of Heaven", telling two seemingly
unrelated stories of the turns and twists of lives of two families,
but in the end, they are connected. The interesting thing is only the
audience know they are connected but not the people in the stories. I
was attracted by the TITLE at the first sight. The Edge of Heaven.
Where would it be. Would it be Hell, the present, or the door to
heaven?

My reflection from the movie is that man is like a line, we can make
knots with another line or just be parrallel to it; if the two persons
in the movie met and knew they are actually finding each other, they
would be in "heaven"(we assume). But so many times they have missed
one another; it was so close, but they missed it, and they're at the
edge, of the "heaven".

This was my conclusion after seeing the movie. But I have been
thinking about it repeatedly recently.

Only the audience knew they were almost there. For the persons in the
movie, they did not know how they missed the chance. There are still
eruption or development of life as how it should be for them. Things
are just normal. If they never know they have missed, can that still
be a "miss" in life? In life, there is only happening, can it actually
have any "missing"?

The movie that touched me most is the ending. The scene is the son
waiting for his dad, who went out for fishing when the storm was about
to come, on a sandy beach. He walked. Waited. Stood. Stared. Wind
blew. Plastic bag flew in the sky. Water pattered against the sand.
Just a scene of someone who waits on the beach.

It touched me because it was the end of the story. The note of thanks
went through the scene but the picture was not frozen as it usually
does at the end of a movie. It was a moving scene, till the very end.
And we don't know if he met his dad. He just waited.

My deepest feeling was: life goes on.

Life goes on.

I am saying empty rhetoric again. Sorry.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 02:55:39 GMT

I just want to protect you.

I just want to be alongside with you.

I just want to go through all the struggles with you and protect you from hurting yourself.

I wish I could.

I wish you could.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 11:41:09 GMT

藍色是天空

藍色是雨水

藍色是調子

藍色......

藍色也是我的一片天

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 10:59:09 GMT

雨不停的下，
雨不停的下，
雨不停的下，

只是，不停的下，
不停的下，

你知道嗎。

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 10:58:21 GMT

......

緬甸風災四川地震

Tue, 13 May 2008 11:50:16 GMT

巨大傷痛.

再次思想存活的意義.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Sun, 11 May 2008 23:31:50 GMT

原來，有時候燦爛的陽光比任何人，更能使你由心微笑．

好想好想，好想好想．

An advanced apology for a to-be-belated birthday present~

Tue, 06 May 2008 10:57:12 GMT

Time flies...

It is already the 6th day of May 2008. Tso Hin Man's birthday is coming in 5 days...which means her b-day present will be late again~ what a friend!

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Thanks to you who clicked my PTSD entry. It reminded me the old good/bad time and my Essaouira.

It's only 2 years since I was back. How come it seems like a century ago and me a total stranger?

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Food was far from good last night,
just barely eatable.
But the evening went well,
with or without the steak.
Not even the setting matters,
only the companions counts.
All in all,
what an adorable night we had,
what an abundant love I have been living in,
what a blessed girl I'll continue to be.

I know that you enjoyed the dinner as much as I did...
because I know that you love me.

Dear Suen E, I dare not to wish you the happiest birthday ever, but still, a very Happy happy birthday!

Frank McCourt

Thu, 01 May 2008 07:01:03 GMT

The movie reminded me the guilt feeling I had every time I ate full and how much tears I shed when I was going through the book. It took me quite some time to finish the book as the continuous suffering and prolonged starvation of the kids always put me into the stuggle of whether to go blind to the agony or keep having hope in the twists and turns of fate.

"Jesus and the Weather" of McCourt reminded me Hotel Rwanda, a movie I saw last weekend, which kept me hearing my heart beat all night. The scene was stunning. The thing that strikes me most is that it is a true story. Real brutality of humankind. Atrocity in front of your own eyes.

God has become a complicated subject as people get older and see more. Is the pure faith like the children's be the only cure for these heartache?

The meaning of 黃湯

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:24:16 GMT

"三杯黃湯下肚，我想說．．．"

這樣的醉人絮語，就是真實與夢幻的徘徊嗎？
親愛的，不太執著的話，在這語屑之間你或許能找到瞬間的安慰和愉悅；
但是，若執著的話，便會發覺葡萄原來是酸的。

LANGUAGE IS THE DISTORTION OF MIND OR EXPRESSION OF THE TRUE FEELING?

I don't know the answer.
But I'm sorry for any who follows my xanga, you may find my language hard to follow and pretty confusing... haha.
Sorry for that. My language. The bluntness.
I am not trying to be naked before you but every word I say, sincere as it is, and even my imagination is my own imagination.
Anything you catch from reading my stories is yours. All i hope is just no harm done. If you're inspired by my random thoughts or wild ideas, that is a bonus, and please keep it to yourself. Go wild or not, your choice. I will enjoy my time, with or without you.

"只有沉溺在這種絕望中，我才能得到我要的快感！"
自傲仍是在‘為賦新詞強說愁’的年紀，總喜歡一些似是疑非、自相矛盾的片言隻語，在寂靜的空間裡，總要畫出濃烈的對比。

Language is the distortion of mind, I care about you.
Language is the expression of true feeling, I cannot live without you.

If you think that I am talking about you, you are mistaken.
If you think that I am not talking about you, you are totally wrong.

Thank you for reading this crazy stuff. You are my angels. Merci beaucoup. Shukalan bezzef.