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October 30 Talking about 转:陪你走过一生的人--哭了...
October 05 momentoThe Psych~ test is gonna be tmr, but still have no mood to read anything~ of course, structural also..
we watched Momento in class last week, it's about a STM loss man try to find out who killed his wife.
after a whole week it finally occurs to me that it is a good movie..
especially some quotes, will those make you think?
- Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.
- I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need memories to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different... Now... where was I?
- The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes. Does it?
i remember another quote from Match Point,
- The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net, and for a split second, it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck, it goes forward, and you win. Or maybe it doesn't, and you lose.
it's pretty much like the moment when i hit such ball in the tennis game, it's something unpredictable, only then we'll pray to god to bless us bless this ball, is it real that the god actually can hear us and control the ball? everytime b4 the match point, what are we thinking? i'll hit it back~ or just ~forget about it, i'll lose it anyway. i hate singles' game. i'm standing right at the end of the court, waiting for my opponent stepping into my territory,then hit the ball against me. i'll never know the direction, the speed, the height, the point of fall until she swing the racket and hit it! i'm helpless..i'm scared to be independent, what's wrong with me.... |
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