And I knew this day would come

于是我说，没有什么奇怪的啊，我留在原地不动，不代表你也不往前走。
说话的时候我声音一点都没有颤抖，内心一点都没有摇摆。
你看我多么淡定。
因为我知道。
本来我们就已经面对相反的方向，总有一天，你的身影会遥远到我再怎么努力也看不到。
至于你我都在和什么样的人，过着怎么样的生活，对我们一点都没有影响。
我们的结局是早已经定了的。
之后一切都一切，都是徒劳。那些把我一点一点击碎打散的举动，都是徒劳。

前几天听到一句很有哲理的话，不是没有东风，是你的脸朝西。
而我却是一直逆风而行。

I have no idea what I'm talking about

I watched the movie, finally.
I knew I'll love it even before I watched it, not that it's any good, and honesly, it's not, from any prospective. But that's not the point cos I didn't expected it to be good. I just need to see my favorite girls(or women, whatever) and hear Carrie's witty voice and know they all lived happily ever after.
This is a movie any SATC fans won't miss. If you haven't watch the TV series, I can't explain to you why I got all excited and kept to be excited since the familier background music entered at the very beginning.
I guess the logic behind is that we need to know after 10 years, no matter what happened, something still remains.
30-something became 40-something and then turned to 50, while New York is still as bitchy as always. The reason NY is so attractive is that it accecpts everything, and everyone can be a weirdo without feeling guilty for bothering others, because the most bizarre things're happening all the time in the city, and actually, no one reallly cares.
Carrie says young girls came to New York searching for 2Ls - Label and Love. I don't care that much about Labels but I do care about Love, and you're the opposite. I still remember when Carrie talked about her broke up with Aden in the TV series back then, she lift and crossed her arms and pointed into opposite directions, saying: he went there, and I went there.
Yeah, you turned away, and never looked back.
I've done everything I can.

Babe, do you know, if you came over and said, you are the one. Then I'll go with you, to wherever you want. Simply because a world with you by my side, no matter how horrible it seems, is so much better than the world without you.

A great song from Courtney Love

Yep. The title is all I have to say. She deserves the respect.
Just listen.

Andy Warhol

If only use one word to describe what's Pop/Pop Art, I'd say Andy. Not because he painted soup cans or Coke bottles or even dollars and able to sell them at a high price, but because of his whole attitude and philosophy, the way he embraced all the shallow yet charming little things. He saw beauty and appreciated them, along with all the problems associated. But he never tried to correct or rescue anyone, he just sit there watching them grow. He must be so fascinated by the beauty of destruction that he'd rather record than stop it.

He didn't start any of the tragedies, he only let them happen.

Many see him as a cold blooded man who makes the max use of people and abandoned them, of course apart from the great artist review. When Edie died and someone told Andy the news, he simply said, Edie who? But I don't believe he really was that senseless, he just never let his true feelings out. I mean feelings as a normal human being, not views...Andy's never afraid to express any of his bizarre point of views...in even more bizarre ways. The factory was like an ever-changing exhibition of emotion flows, everybody was pouring everything out, everybody but Andy. He was the observer.

He once explained the pronunciation of his name in an interview like this: Andy Warhol as in hole. The weird thing is, that's exactly what I feel about him. Like a giant black hole, attracts everything around, fell in, and get lost.

How Pop is that?

Murmurs can be ignored

I suddenly have this urge to write, which has gone for a really long time. An up-coming exam always succeeds in driving me doing something besides preparing for that particular exam. My logic this time is: why spent the last days of the summer doing something completely meaningless? The exam only matters to those who take accounting seriousely as their life time career...And me? If I'm still in the same building facing the same forms and sheets in five years, please push me out of the window.
That's the last type I want to become.

I should start an NGO called Anti-Boredom Organization. The continuously growing sense of boredom nowadays is eating us from inside out.
Mr. Bowie is definately the best person for the chairman. Boy, can he ever be the same!

The urge has officially gone (or more specifically, converted into similar feelings for food)...and I haven't even really start yet...
I better write something more...decent...next time.
Oh and that's not a promise.

To a place where no one knows

I don't know why I always wanna run away whenever anything or anyone come close to break my safety zone. And yet at the same time, I have so much that I can't let go.
How twisted is that?
So I have no rights to blame you for pushing me away, cos that's what I've been doing all these years. Pisces!
I should have known better.

Here's what I need, again,
A Fresh Start.