All entries for November 2004

November 28, 2004

the whisper of heart


A little romantic story from Studio Ghibli.
We've been told how dangerous the world is for too many times, and become so paranoia. Sometimes, if we have been braver, life can be far more interesting.

November 12, 2004

Friday, I m not in love

But it's always happy to have a fully scheduled weekend.
Happy birthday to Lou!

Chairman Mao's spirit never dies!

Friday's not that great after all. The cure never cured anyone!


Why do I stay up so late again

When I actually did nothing!
I m sleepy, but I dont wanna sleep
There is this film in my mind, very vaguely. I can still remember I cried like crazy after seeing it again in summer. Never made any attempt to see it one more time. Ok, a list of films made me cried, after this, I'll sleep:

(In chronological order)

  • Io Non Ho Paura (I'm not scared)-Gabriele Salvatores-Italy
  • 2046- _Wong Kai-Wai _ -Hongkong
  • Eternal Sunshine on Spotless Mind-_Michel Gondry _- America
  • Bad Education- Pedro Amodova- Spain
  • A.I:Artificial Intelligence- Steven Spieberg – America
  • Tempting Heart -Sylvia Chang – Taiwan
  • 20,30,40- Sylvia Chang -Taiwan
  • Talk to Her- Pedro Amodova – Spain
  • Dancer in the Dark_ Lars von Tier_ – Denmark

and maybe there are other films have actually made me cry, can't come up with all of them now. But amongst all the films I list, I rate Dancer in the Dark as the most tear winning film! Well, most of them are not the major tear wining film, I just cried to them anyway. I think I've done well not have cried in Coen Brothers' films. But my next time burst in tears might be a Peter Greenaway film. Sometimes, when I cry, I probably am showing likeness. I have funny expressions sometimes.


November 11, 2004

The black maze

What a pound can bring to you? What kind of adventrue would possibly take place in a three square metres van?
Well, the black maze

is a good potential.
Exactly as the door man told us, it's a journey where you can always find a way out even when you think it's a dead corner. This is a journey about 5 minutes walking in the dark. Where you can only feel the way with your hands and feet and your trust/responsibility to your partner, who's the only person with you in there. Very encouraging overall.
If you feel like being in a dead corner in your life, where hardly a decision can be made, try the black maze! There are ways leading you out of the death even you have lost your sight. :)
Reminds me of our journey to Compton Verney actually. That was where we walked a mile to find a bus stop from, and spent another two hours waiting for a bus to a more earthly town. The beautiful landscape and warm hearted local people had really distracted us from being despair when we felt we were probably lost.
Anyway, that's it for today, I m too tired and need some sleep.

The Last Love Poem/ The Time Spent on the River

These two works I present here, though in different forms and done in different times, are generally set in same mood and theme. Both of them were originally written in Chinese. And I have only done the translations till tonight. The English version must be quite lame, but hopefully dynamic. Although both of them are about quite private issues, it is still nice to have people commenting the translations (if possible). Plus I owed the translation of the latter prose for a friend, by putting it in public, I hope he can read it one day :)

*最后一首情诗*
我在本初子午线附近
看见手机上的时间
刚刚走到了
零时零分
这个世界的新的一天
在这一分钟徜徉
有人要跑过时间
去东五区看新奇
有人想追回时间
若是到日界线西
就还能保留十二小时
四十分钟的距离
就算是我写给你的情诗
或许是最后一回
再任所有偏执
在大西洋中发酵
在那些矿物质中
融化,蒸发

The Last Love Poem

Sitting near the meridian
I can see the time on the phone
just arrived
midnight
Wandering in this minute
there comes a new day for the world
when someone
wants to race with the time
satisfying the curiosity in
the 5th time zone
when some other one
wants to chase the time back
reaching the west to the dateline
to save the 40 minutes distance
for another twelve hours
This is my love poem for you
maybe for the last time
then all the claustrophobia
will turn sour in the atalantic
surrounding by the minerals
thawed
and ablated

*河上的时光*
这天他展开了他的回忆。他想起了他们一起走过的那条河。河水是那么的浑浊。河岸的小路肮脏而泥泞。时而有鼓噪的货船驶过寂静的河面才掀起点波澜。偶尔也会有一两个面容陈旧的老头与他们擦身而过,频频回首稀罕地打量这一对。他觉得这画面如此的鲜明,仿佛是昨天刚做完的一场梦。

如今她又一次走过了这条河。她诧异的打量着在河边散步的成群的情侣们。她看见他们走在重金铺下的白石地上,他们或者带着狗,或者也有带着幼儿的。有时候穿着整齐的幼儿和毛色纯亮的小狗在新修的音乐喷泉里戏水。或者也有单是一对情侣的,一起坐在水边新摆的摇椅上,吹着凉风,又有新砌上的茶等着他们。她发现河边供老人们下棋跳舞的亭子不见了,取而代之的是一座帆船型的露天舞厅,还有三倍宽的行人道。大一点的孩子在大人的带领下放着风筝。风筝下的那条河不再腥臭无比。如今这河洋溢着整洁而欢快的气息。

她想起了那个灰暗的冬日,他们在这河边展开了一场亢长的拥抱,长得让人倦怠。他们不约而同的想坐下来喝口水。那是沿着曾经的那条长亭走过了长长的一段距离才让他们找到了能买到矿泉水的小卖部。除此之外她为他买了一包旺旺雪饼。他不喜欢吃,说是太甜。

是的,她此时也觉得记忆如此的鲜明。

似乎是因为在一段错误的时光走过了这条河,他们的爱情才会以此为预示冷清地收了场。

The Time Spent on the River
He unfolded his memory on this day, when he recalled walking along the riverside with her. The vast, and dirty river, the muddy footpath along the riverside, the noisy cargo boats which disturbed the dead silence of the river surface, and the old men past them with frequent glances back on such strange couple time by time, consist a vivid picture on his mind. So vivid it is that seems like a dream he had last night.

And she passed the river once again today, where there were bunches of lovers walking along, surprisingly. They were walking on the expensive white-jade-paved path, taking along either their pets or kids with them. Sometimes the neat dressed kids and the lovely dogs were playing with the water in the newly built fountain yard. There were couples of lovers coming only with each other as well, who were sitting together on the chaise longues put on the sand by the river only till recently. While enjoying the breeze, two cups of first picking of green tea are awaited there already. She realized a sailing boat shaped building had taken place of the pavilion where there used to be a lot of aged people dancing and playing chess. The footpath its own, is three times wider than before. The teenagers were flying kites with their parentsí guidance. Under the sky where all those colorful kites fly, the river no longer stinks. There she could feel the tidy and merry atmosphere blowing on her face.

She recalled the grey winter afternoon then, when they started a close embrace by the riverside. A long lasting and tiring embrace. Therefore they mutually decided to stop and drink some water. It was only after a long distance walked along the long pavilion had they found a corner shop for bottled water. She bought him a pack of local rice cake beside. He didnít like the taste. He told her it was too sweet.

Itís true. At the moment, she can feel the vividness of the memory as well.
It seems only because they walked there in a wrong time, that had predicted their impassionate ended love.


November 10, 2004

Solace for pain

When the swallows has flown
And the night is getting cold
Turn away from hopelessness
There'll be solace for your pain
Someday
Someday
Someday…

—-The Gentle Waves, 'Solace for Pain'
Like the songs sung in the Churches, it releases me a bit from the unreasonable pain I have been undergoing.

Thinking of the ways to ease the pain apart from getting help from friends and being extreme escapicism, I come up with the following:

  • Starting to take some bits of religious belief. It's pleasant to know that it's just a very busy period that the gods are not available all the time. So if you wait, patiently, they will come back. This girl I chatted last night was told by her priest that all the frustrations she's undergoing at the moment are all for her to get ready to learn how to love. And that there will be this one day, she will finally learn to love. Only till then, will there be a person for her to love full-heartedly and thoroughly. I choose to believe this part of her religion.
  • Music. Peaceful music. Merry music is depressing at a depressed time, sad music kills. Songs like this one, Solace for Pain, are relieving. Listen to this one song repeatedly, get numbed, so numbed.
  • Think hard. Work hard on sophisticated scripts. Getting new knowledge and new perspective to see the world is the best way to minimal the pain.
  • Be active. Real active, not just do something to forget the other thing. For me, I choose to do a project I m really interested in, and will not be upset even I fail to do it. This is something make you think, too, in a practical way.
  • A more trivial one: change the display name on msn into your friends/or in a revised version, chat to them, make fun of their names etc.

I think I m paranoid, sometimes. It's a treat to indulge myself that way sometimes. But after all I need to find my track back and see more interesting things in life before I die accidently. Shoulda make effort to fulfill my life journey. And God will love me so much ;)


November 05, 2004

London Film Festival — Trip 2

Cafe Lumiere

Bonfire night tonight. I saw beautiful fireworks. Most of the lives in this world are like the fireworks, sparkling in their own ways, but left little trace to track. Cafe Lumiere, the new film of Hou Hsiao-Hsien I saw on Thursday in London film festival, is such film about the trace of lives.

Hou Hsiao-Hsien, following the European realists, always adopts simple characters and plots in his films. Applying long shoots, and diminishing the effect of lights, his films are always very sincere to the routine of life. Since the perspective is so close to the real way of life, we've got a chance to provoke thoughts during the silent moment always beared in real life.

Started concerning in different themes from Millennium Mambo, a film about subculture in Taiwan, Hou sets Cafe Lumiere in a totally different background: Japan. This is a story about a Japanese girl called Yoko, who just came back from Taiwan, independent and having a special concern in a Taiwanese musician Jiang Wenye. The story about Yoko is like a transverse section of her life: there is something going on in her life, but we know that's all about her life. Like her parents, she will think of the problem of living on pension one day. Life flows silently. However, at the moment, Yoko's having important issues in life that would help her to be traced. On one hand, she's pregnant, bearing a new life gives her new potential in life. On the other hand, she's tracing the life of Jiang Wenye, who's seldom accknowledged by anyone. Her friend is doing another interesting project: recording the different sounds in the subway. Both Yoko and her friend's research, in my opinion, are ways of tracing life in general, in another word, immortal lives. City life is distractive, but there are many generalities that tend to be forgotten by most of ppl that maybe memorable. The fact that Hou shoots this film in memory of Ozo is such an instance.

Disappointingly, the director doesn't show up. I always find Hou's film too complicated that I really want to hear what he say about them.


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