第89键

所谓的“拨动心弦”原来就是这样。那个不触碰，却依旧残留的第89键。

假装爱上 冷调音乐
想制造一种 浪漫错觉
假装颓废 嘶吼音阶
不想再修饰 我的感觉

曾经靠那麼近的右肩 还残留你发丝的香甜
停格的画面 横躺在我脑海的某个空间
当琴弦恋上你的香味 我声音也跟著你飘远

第89键 我弹不到的音阶
就像你在 我永远到达不了的宇宙边缘
头晕目眩 天空突然变得好黑 黑~

改变不了 我们俩悬殊的地位
你的世界 也终究转回没有我的空间
还是爱著 那一段 残念

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quite a typical Woody Allen movie if you are curious about this movie. I wouldn’t have paid much notice or interest to it if not for the site in Barcelona and the actress Scarlett Johansson who has since become one of my most sought after actress after movies like “Lost in Translation” and especially “Match Point”. I later found out that she was in “The horse whisperer” which I have watched but she has not really left much of an impression on me. In any case this movie about a summer day vacation in Barcelona that left one in search of her own certainties in life and another certain of her uncertainties on life proves only to be a light dessert after lunch which I will not want to taste more than once.

I do enjoy the scenic Gaudi’s art pieces and don’t really mind the so-called art work by the characters in the story. The neurotic expressions and what known as chronic dissatisfaction as manifested in Cristina, one of the lead women I’ve also found some familiarity and again, Johansson has exuded her charm in a most comfortable pace, still I find the insanity of the love triangles and even quadrangles too much to handle in real life and almost stifling when you come to think of it. What I gain from the movie is actually the debate on the definition of love and freedom. That when love seems destructive to one’s life when a tiny ingredient is missing in the concoction, such as salt and how a person can be moved to accept all kinds of relationships and all seems so justified that no appropriate police should interfere made me think for a while. I suppose I can never be as free-spirited as expressed and understood by the characters and I would certainly conclude in what the one lady , Vicky said in her line, that the whole thing is insanity which she does not want in her life, even if she may be heading towards a tragic love life with her somehow mundane and down-to-earth husband. The movie is meant as a comedy but perhaps it was my lacking in the sense of humor, I thought it was kind of sad and disturbing to be appreciated as a comedy, absolutely not at all funny to me. Just as the last scene at the airport, with the girls pulling an almost expressionless face and Vicky’s straight faced  husband, I was just as expressionless after much anticipation for it.

Black Day with a Nippon twist

Have you had your fill of jajangmyeon today? I found a really great restaurant and had the palatable Japanese curry and some great Sakura mochi air flown in from Japan!

This Holy week

Since last Sunday or the Palm Sunday, I’ve been meaning to relive the moments of a sacred week, but sadly, it has become more of a hectic and work-packed week. Yesterday was Maundy Thursday and I spent the day watching movies late into the night. At some point of time I thought I heard the voice of Christ, reprimanding His disciples to stay awake and pray with Him while they quickly fell into deep sleep once again. And it is now the day of His sacrifice, the moment that the earth shook and the skies broke when He last murmured the word, “it is finished” had long passed. There was coincidentally a sudden storm this afternoon and the smell of the vinegar, one that one of those men could have dipped into the cloth to bring to His lips was kind of vivid in my mind. Lethargy more than nostalgia would describe how I am feeling right now, and I feel like having a glass of red wine, perhaps to relish the taste of the fruit that the apostles may have had then. As I lied on the bed the cock may have crowed thrice alongside Peter’s denial of His master and now the people may weep and soon the women will visit the tomb and all they will find is an empty tomb. I just want to give thanks to all that has happened then and after, and to prepare my heart and mind and strength and spirit before we belt out the grandeur of the hymns in Thanksgiving to His holiness.

TGIF-Thank God for (Good) Friday and may we all have a blessed Easter. (Sunday)