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Reality or Fiction?

2011-11-07T04:00:00.001+01:00

Do you like your memories to be based on reality or fiction? What is a fictional memory? A fake memory? Well, it doesn't matter. It's the feeling that matters! Either way, memories are connected to emotions. It's about what we can take from the past to the present and into the future. And sometimes fiction can become reality!

This little short film got me thinking and besides that, it's beautifully shot and contains great acting. Credits to Phillip Wang and Wesley Chan of WongFuProductions and Chris Dinh and Mimi Chao as the leading roles.

Jumping into cold water

2011-01-06T16:22:00.003+01:00

- “It’s like swimming in sweet water and screaming “I’m thirsty!” -

Since. The word I like my reminiscence to begin with. It’s drifting. Down an alley. My memory lane is on the back. Around the corner. Where was I? Lost! My thought is on an island, surrounded by pirates. Tossing and turning. The waves are high while the storm runs low. Whales are fine, while sharks mean fin. No end in sight. Horizon’s just a line in the wind. Jump or fly. I choose to swim. There’s no point of having just one right wing. Lightning. Strikes on my left. Leaving me paralyzed. Bull’s eye. Never has a treasure marked an X. Put me on a map. And you’ll see Y comes before Z. Sleep needs no reason. Sleep just needs to rest. I found the track to the train of my thoughts. That’s why I’ll come back with more rainy days on my board.

Seems like an endless night

2011-01-06T16:22:00.001+01:00

- “Light is the brightest, when the night is the darkest.” -

I hope it’s going to be daylight soon. For too long I’ve been wandering in the darkness of the night. Deprived of light. I might just fall back to sleep. I’m tired. Sigh. This dilemma. Why? Stupid insomnia. Nice. Merciful sky. It’s my first dawn in months. What a bunch. White clouds are blushing by a wink of the sun. I push the curtains to the left so it can shine in right. My chocolate side. Though I like to bath in vanilla twilight and highlight my fairy, pale skin. The reason why I look like a fairy tale prince. A mirror. I brush my teeth as I try not to grin. Because my eyes look like they are on diet. Very thin.

Bursting Bubbles

2010-11-23T20:56:00.000+01:00

I've been a sucker for crafty, well-put, beautiful lyrics that just leave me at awe, no matter how far-fetched they are. Every witty word that just fit in its gap like sugar in your tooth, just puts a sweet smile on my face. ;-)

Well, talking about smile. Someone was once asking me if there are different types of smiles. Well, yeah. There are different types of smiles. There's the sweet smile, the weird smile, the funny smile, the happy smile, the fake smile, the awkward smile, the shy smile, the cute smile, the hot smile, the handsome smile, the pretty smile, the big smile, the little smile, the shiny smile, the sexy smile, the heart-warming smile, the unique smile and then there's her smile. The smile of my girlfriend. The most wonderful smile in the world. ^_^

It's dark outside. The wind is blowing and it's freezing. Why I'm telling you this? Because I'm thinking of a sneezing snowman right now. It don't makes sense, I know. A snowman can't sneeze. [dotdotdot] -.-'

...to be randomly continued

Unconscious Consciousness

2010-01-07T07:12:00.001+01:00

See your everyday life from a different angle and you may realize that it is not that boring after all. Like the importance of positioning your camera in different angles to get interesting shots, you have to look at your life from different points of view too. Watch yourself from the outside and you can see how your everyday actions will become strange to you all of a sudden. Sometimes you do certain things without even realizing it and then when you look at it, you are surprised. This happens to me quite a lot.

Like the the other day when I was walking along the streets. It was a nice day and I was apparently in a good mood. However, all of a sudden a catchy song pops up on my mind and I was humming and whistling along. When I stopped at the traffic lights there was an old lady standing besides me, waiting for the traffic lights to switch to green. First I didn’t really notice her or paying attention or whatsoever and just standing there waiting for the lights. Then suddenly I noticed that she stares at me and I wondered why she did that. Well, it turns out that I was apparently singing out loud the lyrics to the song I had on my mind when I was standing there waiting for the lights. I wasn’t aware of it at all. The old lady just looked at me weirdly and walked on as the lights turn green. After I realized what was going on I just smiled and laughed at myself. I thought it was funny because I never sang out loud in public before. Well, at least not consciously.

It’s funny how a regular thing like waiting for the traffic light can be surprising when you pay attention to yourself and are conscious of your doing. It doesn’t necessarily have to be an old lady or someone else to remind you of your actions. Sometimes you caught yourself doing random stuff all the time without noticing it. Like when you are talking on the phone you might catch yourself playing around with a pen, drawing a picture or something else that just happens unconsciously. Or when you are watching a movie, you might just keep snacking and snacking until you are full and you don’t know how that happened.

I think this unconscious consciousness is really fascinating. I believe that the unconscious doing is your true self. It shows your character in an “non-manipulated” way. You don’t influence it with your thinking and control it to fit in the “supposed” right way. You just do.

It’s not the same without you

2009-12-25T01:05:00.001+01:00

Christmas came earlier this year

4 month ago you gave me your love
and now you are still here, you are still my dear,

though you are far away you are still near…to me

like the stillness to the holy night

I get chills when I think of you, I wanna hold you tight

shivering cold, I wish I'd get a closer sight

of you and your smile, your aura of happiness,

rather reading written I wanna listen to your oral messages

with you in front of me, not on the back of my mind

next to you I wish I could be, as a blessing for my eyes

thank you for being you, for giving me

the hope to going through and the believe that I need

thank you for everything, our time will come

until then I’m gonna think of you till my mind goes numb

The sun behind the mist

2009-12-22T02:19:00.001+01:00

Once I took a journey on a train on a cold sunny winter day. The snow glittered from the trees and streets and everything was covered in white snowy flakes. The landscape and scenery was great and inspiring. So the lonely journey became more bearable as I looked out the window and indulge in my thoughts. After a while the train crossed a woody path where the trees was really high. They blocked out the sun and it became darker and darker. When the path was passed a really thick mist appeared out of nowhere and the scenery went from clearly to eerie.

It was an awesome sight, although the diffusing light created a mysterious spooky atmosphere. For a moment the sun was completely gone behind the mist but when I looked up the sky for a second time I was amazed by what I just saw. For the first time in my life I had a glimpse of the sun in its entirety. I could see the big round shape of the sun without blinking.

Actually you have to blink whenever you look straight into the sun because of its brightness, but with the mist in front of it you can have a full view on it. It looks almost like a full moon in the middle of the day. What a wonderful sight. This experience made me think. I thought it was pretty ironic to finally see something in its entirety after it is hidden.

Sometimes when you look at something you will get blinded, be it a situation or a person. But rather having a clear sight you might want to see things in their entirety, see the bigger picture so to speak. And this is sometimes only possible when you look past the shine. Maybe all you can see is just the shape of something, but then maybe you can also see its core. Choose for yourself. Because you don’t need to see the core of the sun to feel its warmth.

The light in dark

2009-12-09T04:32:00.001+01:00

You are the light in the dark
That resides in my heart

Despite we are apart
I wanna hold you tight in my arms

I can’t get my eyes off your spark
Your smile is just too fine of an art

I’m like a blind man in a park
Every time I have to describe you, I don’t know where to start

So I decide to stay silent like a star
And enjoy the sight of your nightly shine from afar

A smile of the past

2009-11-30T06:01:00.001+01:00

The flicker of the street lights, their reflections on the puddles, the peaceful mood of the dusk, the sound of chirping crickets, the scent of the hot air and the cooling breezes in between.

All these are memories and impressions I have from my childhood in my hometown. They are so intense and are buried so deep down in my heart that I never ever gonna forget them. Every time I look back I wonder how I can remember all these things even though they are so far in the past, so long ago and I’m always amazed that I can see everything so clearly in front of my eyes.

I can remember the old uncle with his cart which has an ice crushing table on it. He pushed the cart up and down the streets everyday and sold his sweet sweet delicious crushed ice he made on the table. He would go from house to house and ring his bell to lure us kids out. Me and my cousins never missed a day without buying his sweet crushed ice. It tastes so good that I still can remember the sweet process of the ice melting in my mouth.

And then on other days we were spending our time running around on the farm and rice fields. I remember that there was this huge stack of hay we were using to hide us in when we played hide and seek and every time I came out of the haystack I would feel itchy and scratchy all over my body. We had a blithe and happy time on the farm.

We were one big family living under the same corrugated iron roof. Me and my cousins were sleeping on mats that were lined up on the floor directly in front of an old old television. And every evening there would be a gathering of everyone from my great-grandma to my uncles and aunties around that old television to watch our series and dramas. There was funny moments, happy moments and sad moments, but every moment has one thing in common, it was warm and caring. And I also remember that there was this big fan hanging from the ceiling which gave us a slightly light cooling from the hot hot nights we had, so we could fall asleep easier. I still can hear the humming of the spinning fan whenever I think back to that time.

It was a wonderful and peaceful time. We had no concerns as kids. Just playing day by day and living an easy-going life. As a kid you experience the world you are living in with a whole different feeling. You see and feel everything that happens around you as what they are. You laugh when you are happy and you cry when you are sad.

This must be the reason why I still can see these memories, these pictures of the past so clearly. The happier I was at that time the clearer I can see them now. And every time I look back to this period, it puts a smile on my face and reminds me that I should see the world and the people on it as what they are, see the beauty and happiness of everyone and everything through the eyes of a child.

Lonely Sunset

2009-11-26T12:16:00.001+01:00

You’ve crossed land and ocean just to bring happiness to my life.
Now without you by my side I’m just a shadow looking into the sky.

Can you see this sad sight of a lonely sunset?
Do you know that you are everything I only wanted?

You are the one I want to lay my arm around and whisper to.
How much you mean to me and how much I’m missing you.

For the time being all I can do is wait and hope.
That it wasn’t just a dream I had of you on this side of the globe.

What's the Bubble about?

2009-11-10T04:58:00.024+01:00

Imagine that everybody has their own mind bubble. Wouldn't it be awesome if you can read everyone's single thought, popping up as a bubble like in the comic books?

I bet it would, but since these bubbles are invisible, I try to break out of 'em and share my thoughts with you. Thoughts on everything that matters and that don't, some thoughts that will flatter you and others that won't. There might be even letters and poems. So if you don't mind then let me know. Feel free to comment my break-out attempts!