a very very cold and dreary day it is. also a very very lazy day for me. spent my time lazing around the house watching tv and only TV. saw a few hongkie films which i rented. one of them was Turn Left Turn Right starring Takeshi Kaneshiro (*droooools*) and Gigi Leung (*leng lui arrrr*), based on a novel by Jimmy Liao. some taiwanese writer. im trying to look for that novel. hmmm...wonder if they have it here in sydney. but i guess i have to go back Msia and look for it. very nice film i reckon. well, i think its nice and i like it. i duno bout others. some might prolly think its such a fairytale kinda story and it neva happends in reality, but but...thats how the mind of a simple girl is..... thats what they want....thats what they always dreamed of.....desired for....*haha* maybe thats what my mind is thinking. oh well +.+
ever thought how everyone is connected to everyone? i believe that we are all connected somehow, someway...one or another. hmmmm....fate...fate.....i duno bout fate. i used to not believe in fate. but...now, i dun even know. i really duno many things in life. for instance, i duno what i want. what i wanna do. lost in a way. question is why?? why am i lost? how i am lost? what am i looking for? ~questions questions questions~ so many of them.....but i duno what is what now....hmmm..... one quote from the film "Life is full of surprises; even two parallel lines may one day meet" ever thought that we are destined for for something? destined that there is somebody for someone? >.< ahhhh~~ dreams...... fairytales.... fantasies..... some things we want but we cannot get.....
weird~ suddenly i lost track of what i wanna say~
^(oo)^ well, found this poland poem that is translated into english that was used in this film:
Love at First Sight by Wislawa Szymborska
They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
I would like to ask them,if they can remember
-perhaps in a revolving doorface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?"
Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their pathand stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
There were handles, door bells,where,
on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
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