就站在這裡

A new add on in my ipod, “Right here Waiting” could be the translation for this Chinese number. I kind of like R&B when it comes to Chinese Pop.

호우시절

好雨知时节，当春乃发生。随风潜入夜，润物细无声。너무 보고싶어 정말.

바람에 누워
하늘을 나는
하얀 깃털에
그 여린 떨림

조그만 몸에
무지개를 담은
새벽이슬에
투명한 설레임

나에게 그댄
나에게 그댄
꿈처럼 끝없이
아련해요

나에게 그댄
나에게 그댄
공기처럼 머물지만
만져지지가 않아요

나에게 그댄
나에게 그댄
꿈처럼 선명하지
않아요

나에게 그댄
나에게 그댄
자꾸 확인하고 싶은
내 비밀상자 같아요

푸른 봄날에
날개 짓 같은
좋은 그대에
화려한 웃음

어린 아이의
솜사탕 같은
하얀 그대의
수줍은 달콤함

Song of Sparrows

Went to the movie alone, and it was a great experience for the first time. Of course the good movie must have contributed significantly to this good feeling and I was pleasantly surprised that it was made by the same story-teller who also shared with us the tale of Baran Baran some years back. In my opinion, this is a far greater movie than the former attempt, more imagery-interpretation to keep one’s smile intact even when the plight of the lead actor brought a tear to my eyes and the flow of the story is highly commendable. (For the plot of the story, catch the trailer below) 

Scenes that left an indelible image in my mind have one thing in common, that simplicity is a bliss and great blessings are granted through a faithful heart. Such moments of being touched reminds me of the director’s highly-recommended movie, Children of Heaven. One may think that this is a pity as it would seem that it lacks creativity or any breakthrough, but on second thoughts, it can also prove that what touches one indeed truly comes from within and needs no duplicity or complexities.

Back to the scenes. I really like the many imagery presented in colors and objects. Such as the man carrying a  blue wooden door which he picked up in Tehran walking all alone in the almost barren yellow land. It sort of symbolises the threshold that he has crossed over from the simple, rural land to the complicated, urbanised city. Yet it was such a burden for a man of such humble background, that the possession of such a luxury is more a problem than a gift. And the scene when the sparrow kept wanting to get out of the enclosed house and knocked itself on the window panes. Then the injured father witnessed its numerous attempts and opened the door instead for the sparrow to fly out to regain its freedom. And I especially like the bi-polar development in the plot where on the one hand the father kept piling up on his material desires and ambition as seen in the heap of picked up trash turned gold in his front yard while the son continued his quest in clearing the muddy well to keep fishes in clear waters. And true enough, the father gradually fell into the corrupted world of desires and vices while the son has eventually created an oasis of paradise.

I will not forget the tears of innocence and genunity when the bucket overturned and the fishes were jumping to stay alive. The boys desperately swept them into the nearby drain or stream, crying out their hearts was unbearable, and the father’s tune that sings to a world of lie that brought a smile to the faces of the boys was  really comforting and uplifting to the soul. Yet it would be the scene when the father prayerfully converse with his God outside the gate of a well-to-do family that will haunt me for life.

Then the family was planning to drive their car out of the gate but halted when they saw a man praying without much distraction. Though he was anxious at the sight of the coming car, he has remained unfazed and kept his heart and mind fixated on his prayer. This simple act of faith has completely moved the owner of the house to then offer the father a glass of tea to be offered to his God as well.

Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart raced at that very moment…

Life goes on, modernisation and industrialisation too. People will chase after material needs and worry about the unknown and unseen future, I am no exception. But how I wish I could be exempted, to ponder over and meditate over a glass of tea with a cube of sugar, then open a front door to let out an imprisoned free spirit when all windows seemed to be tightly shut up.

I long to sing a song of sparrows. I long to hear the songs of sparrows…

Sweet Halloween

Will you be joining the treat or trick entourage in your neighbourhood? Are you anticipating the arrival of the great pumpkin in the pumpkin patch? Who says the Halloween can only be full of horrors? Have a sweet night, better still to have some pumpkin soup.

The night before Halloween

Too funny and talented to be missed.

I’ll be over you

Some things will still grow even after they have been cut off. Your hair, your nails, your supposedly long discarded worries, memories and more. I sometimes wonder how we can manage to remember things so vividly when we can’t seem to memorize things ever since the internet and all electronic gadgets were born. The cell phone numbers that can only be retrieved from our cell phone data, the email addresses and millions of passwords which are a part of us yet never part of our memory, the names of some faces that seem rather familiar and strange at the same time and the road directions, the notes to study, the scriptures and poetry, even song lyrics and important dates that matters to our loved ones… …we will apparently always forget some and for others, they will only disappear when forever is long past.

千里共嬋娟

달이 봐서  우리는  가까이에.  행복한  추석!　

Voodoo Girl

Her skin is white cloth

and she’s all sewn apart

and she has many colored pins

sticking out of her heart.

 

She has a beautiful set

of hypno-disk eyes,

the ones that she uses

to hypnotize guys.

 

She has many different zombies

who are deeply in her trance.

She even has a zombie

who was orginally from France.

 

But she knows she has a curse on her,

a curse she cannot win.

For if someone gets

too close to her,

 

the pins stick farther in.

by Tim Burton.

Cold Turkey

Mission almost impossible. Live and let live, starting 090909.

拋物線

서울을 가고싶어… … saw the 신도림 station on Han’s photo…it was never the way it now is. Everything seems so familiar yet so strange to me. Was it 4 years back? Or 3? Then rushing to the station to meet him, it was 신도림 alright. It wasn’t how it looks like now when I’m far away from it… …