I woke up and it already pasted 2pm on my clock. Then the computer told me it was actually 3pm. Today is daytime saving day?
It has been a recent while since I found out my sleeping problem. Waking up this afternoon, I really wanted to do nothing. Well, I saw that DVD I borrowed Friday
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The movie is very graphic. For most scenes, one major color dominates the whole screen. There are mostly dense colors. My mind was often taken afar to some imaginary land. I've awaken my childhood memories and some consequent fantasy.
The world is changing so fast and ordinary ppl like you and me have no choice but try catching up. One day, you found your idol old; the other day, you were surprised that how much had changed in yourself.
What happened to those years when we were children, when we were supposed to be carefree, when we spent our time without realizing we'd grow up one day to see the reality?
They seemed so distant and fragmentary. Only some pieces are clear; other parts are obscure. Then at times when parents talked about our past. We got confused: "that really happened? Why I couldn't remember?" And then we told parents our version of story. They asked the same question, "why i couldn't remember".
The number 23 is real? Imaginary? Just a sick obsession? Or merely more than an outlet to get away from boredom? I'm not talking about the film; I am asking about your number 23.
We need to make so many choices in life. Most are easy and a few not. It is those a few that defines us.
Why you made that choice? What made you make that choice? What do you want for your life or what you are trying to get rid of? What makes you feel satisfied, safe and happy, and yet what makes you feel disturbed, worried and haunted?
Maybe it has all started when you got from your parents your number 23. You just haven't realized it, yet.
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