monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- from the hottest fires comes the strongest steel. No, of course it's possible to keep on moving. In fact, it's kind of a necessity. And it's not difficult, not even the slightest bit arduous. What's a little more difficult though, what's hauntingly irritating, is forgetting. Because, as one-hit wonders semisonic so nicely put it, "every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." And once again, i'm beginning to feel like that stupid zebra in madagascar when he said that he's lived 10 years, half his life, and he still doesn't know if he's white with black stripes or black with white stripes. Anyway, have been watching movies and old dvds the past few days. Watched madagascar. Pretty good actually, but the shreks were much much better. Watched love actually for the 8th time(just for record-setting purposes). Re-watched lost in translation for the 3rd time, to laugh at 2 particular scenes as well as to identify with the aimlessness and jaded-ness of the main character, bob harris(played by bill murray). Then, got some inspiration by watching seabiscuit, where I learned that you don't throw a life away just 'cos it's a little banged up, that you can take the dog out of the fight but not the fight out of the dog, that it's better to break one's leg than one's heart, and that everybody loses a couple; either you pack up and go home or keep fighting. Of course the world now's a little different from America during the Great Depression era. Anyway, spend a few weeks in camp and you'll get your very own Great Depression era heh. Also watched finding neverland, where I learned that to get to neverland, all you need to do is to believe. Too bad they didn't tell me how to get, how to get to sesame street. Actually it's a good movie, I never knew there was so much more to 'peter pan' than meets the eye. Always thought he was just an excuse for guys who wanted to wear green tights and act childish. Received news that an uncle of mine's contracted cancer of the liver. In its later stages. It's pretty sad actually. We were pretty close when I was young, but just like most other people, as time passes and people get busier, relatives get relegated to once-a-year cny visits. Life's too short to sweat the petty stuff. It's awfully cliched, but it's true. 5:14 p.m. - 2005-06-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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