In the corridor, sand bags are becoming a wall, armored shields and cops multiply. A cop gets in position with a rocket-launcher and shoots. The door explodes and smoke floods the interior.
Leon helps Mathilda to get into the duct. She’s half in when she seems to realize something.
Mathilda: But… Léon? You’ll never get in it! It’s nearly too small for me!?
Leon: I know, my love!
Mathilda: No! I don’t want to leave you!!
Leon: Mathilda, listen!
Mathilda: No, no! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to!
Leon: Listen to me! We’ve got no chance to get out together! Alone, I will get out! Trust me! I’m in perfect shape, Mathilda, now! You gave me the taste of life, I slept well! I’m happy! And I thought! Now I want to have roots. I’ll get all the money Tony keeps for me and we’ll leave, okay? Together!
Mathilda: You say it just to calm me!
Leon: Not at all, Mathilda! I tell you because it’s true! You’ll buy the globe you told me about and you will choose, okay? We’ll go where you want! I swear, you’ll see, Mathilda!!
Leon: Come on, go! Don’t let them find you! I finish this work and we meet at Tony’s, okay? Spread your arms do not fall too fast. So, good. At Tony’s! I love you, Mathilda!
Nothing feels greater when something seemed so trivial actually makes your day. I mean looking at photography. I bumped into this gentleman’s newly built pix nest several days ago. When I first saw this very picture, I got really emotional and it got me staring at it for a good still minutes. And then my nose felt sour and the next moment I found myself refraining the tears from dropping (darn I was in the office). I don’t know how this feeling come by… it didn’t feel sad at all but just emotional.
And I can be sure I was touched by the very picture.
By courtesy of jasonmumbles.com
The Lamp Post
Quietly
I am standing still
In yet another stillness
With my heart
Clearer than ever
Noticing
The very thing I’ve been waiting for
The navy is my heart
The light is my loving
And the lonely stand
Is just like the feeling I have for you
Which get unanswered and unspoken
That goes on waiting until forever
But I’ll keep on waiting
Until the navy goes wild
Until the light shut me out
Until the stillness tears me apart
Just finished watching Private Practice… one of my favourite series that I could catch up most of the time as it is shown kinda late at night. And today’s episode was again, provoking – especially when three different expecting women with their very own problems and burdens to fight with, be they physical or mental, pushing hard for a new life albeit struck and stuck in that life-or-death moment.
The moment of first touch is always a miraculous experience for most people. The arrival of a new life often change a person’s thought towards many things, especially in the context of life, continuance, responsibility, future, planning, personal growth, family strength and also education.
And for the women, especially those who are willing to go through the ever-convoluted pregnancy and gruesome hours of labour, they are the most beautiful and courageous loving souls every man could have. Because the pain, or I would say the effects will not stop right after the delivery. The aftermath such as the weak bladder, changes in shape, hormones and lifestyle, modified focus and priority and other one could name off could stay long term.
The scenes of the women crying their heart out, screaming of the very name of the person they did all that for and holding on to every assurance they could possibly grab at hand simply made me weep. It was a tough fight between life and death, and yet it went on in high spirit to win for the sake of nothing but love. Genuine love.
At one point it froze me to think, will I be eager to go the distance like many other women of substance out there…? And what good could I leave to my children if I’m going to have any? The ever-changing and worse-becoming world? The polluted air and river? The warming globe? The thinning ozone? The sinking world economic? The lessening natural resources? The over-development of our places of living? The diminishing humankind? The distancing people? The losing heritage? The forgotten mother-tongue? The negligence of our rulers? The abuse of our rights? The awful education system? The……
I wouldn’t dare to go on further… as the feeling is disturbing. Thinking of these and the sight of holding a tiny newborn in the hands simply creates no peace and hope but only guilt ad uncertainty…
Will the crisis and problems be overseen by the power of love? Or simply struck by the power of lust…?
Think back and I’m somewhat upset that I merely have anything tangible or intangible that considered good and decent to pass on to my children, if I’m going to have any…
Sorry, I’ve been grey recently.
Wish you were here, by Pink Floyd - For the mothers who fought hard alone.
I just got back from a tiring and exhaustive nothing-but-mere-favour trip, concentrating behind wheels for straight hours in less than a day… I got back fine, safe and sound and rested to restore back some energy, despite to wake up and gotten in a rather heavy flu…
Before I could really settle down with that heavily running nose, half-blocked mind and a somewhat restless disposition… I came across another remark which was rather upsetting, that I simply could not condone in agreeing any single part of it.
I recalled what my mom told me before the dining table when I was still a young and tiny tot… ‘If you wanna eat, you eat in a proper manner and don’t pick your food. No one deserves that kind of ridiculous luxury because everyone works hard in the family.’
Well said.
I do not feel sorry for myself, and I finish what is served to me most of the time.
The Cantonese pork dumpling - that’s why the beans are there to be called Cantonese. Another yummy offer from mom… but I miss her sambal pork dumpling and pillow dumpling even more… ehee~
Ahh how could I not be challenged horizontally for being surrounded with good food…?
There had been posts with music and songs here recently… which were pretty much needed I’d say.
Working has been alot of fun… but also alot of times like a chicken without head too. So when times get to be still and constant, it is also the time where I can really feel my head and be rationally and sensibly connected. And that is also the time I need something to purify the regained connection - with songs, songs, and more songs.
It just feel like a jab into the vein that gives so much relaxation… that subsequently come with a sense of stillness, cozyness, easiness and whatever -ness you could name off. Like how I used to say, when you find the very thing that makes you deeply indulged and relaxed, it’s just greater than any drugs on earth.
And yes, I love this addiction. In fact I enjoyed it…
Just another post to prove that I’m still living safe and sound. The week ahead is foreseen to be pretty tighten up and challenging at the same time… with some finicky personality, adorable faces and devilish behaviors to deal with… down the k1@ $u land…
It might seem usual - you use one, I use one too. We all use it. And taking a toothbrush off from the shelf; or picking one up from the glass, and then squeezing toothpaste on it is just – robotic action for most of us.
And yet, is a toothbrush merely a toothbrush?
Well, a toothbrush, could also become a significance for status. No? No, it does.
When Mr. Z get ready a toothbrush on the shelf or in the glass for Ms. A – it’s a one-step-forward enrichment in their relationship. Especially when both their toothbrush were placed next to each other’s on the shelf, or sitting in the same glass instead of two different glasses.
Same goes when Ms. D places a toothbrush for Mr. Y in her bathroom, he must have had a place in her heart, too.
After all, the sight of two toothbrushes lying still next to each other is just much better than seeing it being alone, isn’t it?
It’s a sign of togetherness.
It represents the start of plural from singular.
It means the addition of many ‘s’ in almost every aspects of life.
It signifies the presence of a subset in all possible sensual and mind allocation.
