Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Addictions
Addiction.
I could not stop thinking about this word the entire day. It's as if I'm addicted to the word addiction and anything associates with it.
My addictions.
Like when I don't get my daily dose of caffeine. My face would turn blue and I don't look at the road when I drive. It makes me feel very sorry for my mini.
Like when I nervously called the credit card service number to increase my limit so it would ease my urge of spending, mostly on things I "need".
Like when I unconsciously fixed my eyes on shoes displayed at the shop front while rushing to somewhere coz I'm always not on time.
Like I could not keep my hands away from my newly acquired iPhone3GS. Hence this nonsense I'm writing.
It makes me wonder the possibility of a new global enterprise with a network of rehabilitation centres for iPhone/facebook/whatever addicts. I'm sure I would spend a fair share of my lifetime in such a place.
Many many addictions need to be cured, yet so little time.
GET OFF YOUR BLOODY IPHONE!
Okie. Ciao for now.
P.s. Grill'd hot chips are really really yummy XD
I could not stop thinking about this word the entire day. It's as if I'm addicted to the word addiction and anything associates with it.
My addictions.
Like when I don't get my daily dose of caffeine. My face would turn blue and I don't look at the road when I drive. It makes me feel very sorry for my mini.
Like when I nervously called the credit card service number to increase my limit so it would ease my urge of spending, mostly on things I "need".
Like when I unconsciously fixed my eyes on shoes displayed at the shop front while rushing to somewhere coz I'm always not on time.
Like I could not keep my hands away from my newly acquired iPhone3GS. Hence this nonsense I'm writing.
It makes me wonder the possibility of a new global enterprise with a network of rehabilitation centres for iPhone/facebook/whatever addicts. I'm sure I would spend a fair share of my lifetime in such a place.
Many many addictions need to be cured, yet so little time.
GET OFF YOUR BLOODY IPHONE!
Okie. Ciao for now.
P.s. Grill'd hot chips are really really yummy XD
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
"My Sister's Keeper"
Wish I'd known where to start, as of now every single piece of my entombed memories is unearthed.
All thanks to My Sister's Keeper.
There were a few moments when I desperately wanted to flee out of the cinema. The sound of flipping over her scrap book, like the one I have; the happiness and excitements with Taylor knowing that it'd begone in just a moment; and the recurring scenes of the wards reminded me the times I sat next to my beloved ailing on the hospital bed, yet there were nothing I could help...
Leaving the emotional storm aside, I wanna address one of the issues raised in this film, letting go. Why do some people keep on fighting so vigorously for someone or some things, yet on the other hand, some just simply, give up? And what is really worth persisting anyways? How do we define and distinguish things that we do or do not which may one day makes us feeling either regret or grateful for having or not done so?
I would love to think that letting go is another form of moving forward. However encouraging it may sound, I could not ignore the fact that there could have turn into something beautiful if you just persevere, even with the tiniest glimpse of hope. But then it raises the question about hope. How do we ever clarify genuine or false hope? Isn't it true that we would never know until the end of days?
Enough of questions and puzzles. Shall return to my sea of article readings. Peace out.
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