Spooky action at a distance.

A quantum mechanical phenomenon caught my attention when I was reading Einstein's work.

Two photons once undergone the same particle interaction remain quantum entangled with each other, that is, making identical decisions on pathways to choose among at the same instant in time. It happens even when they are miles or light-years apart.

This "Quantum Entanglement" is beyond the explanation of quantum mechanics since nothing travels faster than light so there shouldn't be any possible mean of communication between the photons (e.g. insufficient time to send message across the distance to act instantly the same).

Don't you find this phenomenon immensely romantic? Connections beyond reason take effect in particles surely transpire to us. (No wonder the intellectually charming yet emotionally deprived Einstein dislike this theory and derided entanglement as "spooky action at a distance.")

Generalized it grounds my thought that there are mutual influences, we may notice or we may not, between lovers, lovers-to-be, family, friends, people you know, don't know, passed by, will meet. And yes, when I meet the one, I should know about it. The particles tell me so.

Zara Gala.

Sweaters & Slippers from Zara. Woohaawoohaaaa!

Happy Birthday Willie.

I was reminded it was William Shakespeare's birthday a few days back. The man lives across centuries after his death. May the beautiful beautiful lines cudgel thy mind, touch thy soul, now and then.

"And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of. "

"The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream."

"I must be cruel only to be kind;Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. "

"Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery."

"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."

"I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires."

P.S. Happy Birthday, Mr. N. Will you ever seen this? Ms. L will have the answer. Wish you all the best and may your beautiful algorithm rock the world. lol.

Ball fell to the another side.

Tonight it turned out I got as wet as the kissing scene in Match Point,
with no one to kiss with.

[Match Point by Woody Allen, 2006, http://www.matchpoint.dreamworks.com]

The forgotten ones tell her of my being.

please remember me, like words at the tip of your tongue, numbers on watch forgotten when you glance at the time, plain dress you used to wear at very bottom of the left-hand drawer. they cease so you can remember me.

Called off the first shopping day this season with...

BnW I gonna be in this summer it seems.

Sweater from Zara Homme.
Tee from tH Homme.
Sneaker from Puma.

Nice appetizer. But I still want a pair of nice slippers badly to kick-off the devilish summer. BTW, as per requested, someone's gotta be responibile for every purchase. In this case, Tenka digged the sweater, tee's on Sitruc's tab and the sneaker is a join venture of the two. hmm, sorry, Ignat, others don't like your call, yes, they said you got bad taste so to speak.

Tenka v.s. Sitruc v.s. Ignat v.s. Curtis v.s. the host.

某個二月天我寫著,

「這場眾靈魂佔據軀殼的競爭中,某個我尤其不喜歡的傢伙漸漸領先了‧作為宿主,應該慎重考慮如何作弊‧」

一下子另一個睡著的被吵醒,又熱鬧起來‧如果你明白的話,你會明白,深愛自己不喜歡的思維構成,一如羈伴‧其實結果你不會明白‧

斯斯然的遲來了一年‧今天覺得477這個數字有點可愛‧

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.