First encounter with the set of sadness

As I sat there in the impeccable whitewashed balcony looking out to lines and lines of mountains, a set of sadness turned themselves up at my doorstep. They, as well, were painted white and smelled like the ocean. The song was still bleeding from the tiny broken speaker, each note spit out all crooked and rough, like a stream of static. The set of sadness stared blankly into my face, and I was at a loss for words. I wished I could drop myself from a cliff into the roaring ocean waves, yet the mountains stood there grimmly like a ruthless barrier.

I turned to look at the story that was now spreading out miles and miles on the table, sceneries of Greece and France and Afghanistan stacked up onto one another. They were weighed down by the set of sadness as well.

Right that moment, an old car passed by outside. Disheartenedly, it was also painted white, albeit a worn-out, nostalgic shade. The sky was turning muted, dark blue, faded orange stripes of clouds resided at the far end.


We’re not responsible for what we’ve come to be

Over the course of last month I watched two movies only — Snowpiercer and Stoker — the both of them are English-speaking films by Korean directors, and both strikingly impressive.

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On wearing too little on a cold night

And so it goes, I am running away once more…


Right now my hands are as cold as my lungs, and I blame it all on this storm that has come and gone in a blink of an eye, much like an anxiety episode. Surely it’s not because of the solitude that I am trapped in right now, not at all the imprisonment I declared my own in this tiny messy room.

No, not at all because I cannot face the dark side of my soul, the demons that have been hiding inside for so long they now have rooted too deep. Not that they have eaten me from the inside out and now I have grown trivial. Petty. Insignificant.

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Not a love story, but a story about love

for my secret lover…

(500) Days of Summer

I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.

— Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Tom Hansen)

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Movies of 2012: My top favorites

So as the year is coming to an end and everyone is making lists everywhere, I’m gonna do it too. And as the title says it all, I’m not gonna explain further — this entry is a list of my top favorite movies of 2012, which would be divided into 3 parts: top favorite movies that came out in 2012; top favorite movies that came out years ago; and then my guilty pleasures of the year.

First thing first, I’m gonna admit defeated in completing the 365 movies a year challenge. I couldn’t make it, and as the year progresses, I have been so much behind that I lost counts of the movie I should have watched. But well, I tried, yeah?

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The words are not coming from you, but through you

Ruby Spark

If you have ever, even once, in your life, aspired to be a writer, you have to watch this movie. And I don’t know why I picked this movie out of many other movies to watch tonight, even though I haven’t heard a word about it before, but it was a great decision. This movie is about a “genius” young writer, who is struggling with his social life as well as a writer-block that is keeping him from producing his next best-seller. And after an appointment with his psychiatrist, he started writing a book about a girl he dreamed of one night, who later appeared out of thin air and became his girlfriend. And that alone, my friend, is the perfect premise I can ask for in a movie.

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Mary Jo

Mary Jo, living alone
Drinking tea, on her own
She wants…
I don’t know what you want
Mary Jo, living alone
Drinking gin, the telly’s on
She wants…

The night to follow day and back again
She doesn’t want to sleep
Well who could blame her if she wants?
The night to follow day and back again
She doesn’t want to sleep
Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
Well who could blame her, if she’s sleeping?

Mary Jo, back with yourself
For company, keep telling yourself you’re young
And it’ll happen soon

Mary Jo, no one can guess
What you’ve been through
Now you’ve got love to burn

It’s someone else’s turn to go through Hell
Now you can see them come from fifty yards
Yeah you can tell
It’s someone else’s turn to take a fall
And now you are the one who’s strong enough to help them
The one who’s strong enough to help them
The one who’s strong enough to help them all

Mary Jo, you’re looking thin
You’re reading a book, “The State I Am In”
But oh, it doesn’t help at all
What you want is a cigarette
And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull

Yeah, life is never dull in your dreams
A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it
Life is never dull in your hand
A sorry tale of action and the men you left for
Women, and the men you left for
Intrigue, and the men you left for dead

No one knows what happens to anyone


After I have done watching the movie and crying my eyes out, I have absolutely no word to write about it. It would be unspeakably distasteful to describe it as “magical”, but I don’t know how else I can make you understand what a spectacular experience watching the movie was to me. Continue reading