The beautiful noise stops me from working.

It's different. There are people who step on the platform preen and the world adores. And there are records which dance on the CD player then you are beckoned.

Now you know you like music of every kind when it's good.

Like this one.

[Adult Pour Femme by Tokyo Incidients, 2006]

69Cal

I took a sip of chocolate milk.
And I'm happy again.

The Pride. The Prejudice.

And so the girl marries the man who she thought is the last man on earth she could ever marry. And that could be as sweet as this:

Mr. Darcy: ...And what am I to call you when I'm cross? Mrs. Darcy?
Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you're completely, perfectly and incandesantly happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?
[kisses Elizabeth's forehead]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her cheek]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her nose]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her other cheek]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs...
[his voice, a whisper, fades out, and he draws Elizabeth closer to him as she leans in and he kisses her]

Let us not forget the love which ignites in a minute takes a life time to sew up.

I wish you love.

[Pride & Predjudice, 2005, http://www.prideandprejudicemovie.net/]

Swing my baby stop swinging!

To that question I've been asked many times in talks with close friends, which, I always gave the answer no, never came across my mind and never will, am not so sure about it now.

This whole damn day I feel like am torn by grief and something I can't give a name to. How could I be taken so down underneath the ground? So impotent to resist the will of the emotions.

I am, yes, I know, no. Lucky, they said I am.

Ephemeral, we all sadly-luckily are.

Barely a week since I shoot these flowers. The colour faded, the petals withered and fell then. So as we are.

Milan Kundera stated in [The Unbearable Lightness of Being] that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or subline, its horror, sublimity and beauty mean nothing. The myth of eternal return.

But no, I stepped forward from the lay-back post and know for sure that my very own life is heavy and beautiful for its transience and non-recurrance.

I gonna live long enough to taste it real. Thx to people who care about my health. Especially my beloved sister Lea.