Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Although chill breeze whistling through my hairs and fingers, a vestige of drought leaving my face a little allergic, Fall is undeniably a most appealing season, reminiscent of those golden comfort and effluent warmth that have long been dormant in the most tender field of my heart.

I have spent a whole night, curling up in my little couch, my eyes fixed on the screen, remnants of subtle smile continually creeping upon my face. Falling into a swirl of whims and fancies? Maybe. I just heard kind of an inexplicable summons - incessant and sentimental - from the deepest side of my heart. My exuberant emotion was induced wave after wave by this nostalgic season coupled with this contagious movie.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, such a beautiful name for such a pure movie, and such a beautiful portrayal for one's pure mind. Outfitted with the heavy and thick winter clothing, unwieldily jogging on the ice of lake surface, tranquilly lying beneath the broad and mysterious sky and figuring out which name for which constellation, one's living world could become so incredible. I felt a vibrant empathy for this compelling and enthralling scene. To be loved by someone, is to be lifted out of one's own gloom, decadence and inaction, is to be nurtured with most translucent sunshine from top to bottom and from body to soul; to love someone, is to irrigate lover's heart with the brightest and warmest sunshine, whether it be under the somber sky or bathed in the damp swamp.

Harboring pure and sincere love, we will never be baffled by desperation, and we will never be regretful commemorating those elapsing.

POOR, So POOR

Not until today did I discern that mean scheme under my conundrum to open this newly-built blog of mine. I was so furious with knowing the fact that blogspot is blocked again (yeah, again!)owing to some faction's notorious plot to stifle free speeches in this imperious dictatorial state. We pathetic citizens!

Why should those disgusting reptile spies spook and monitor us here and there?! Pretty much speechless we have been as to the suppression of those so-called rebellious speeches from the books of some outspoken personages, of the objective and judicial newspapers printed to tell the truth, of the favorable democratic reprehension from outside the state, now they once again unscrupulously stick out their elbows and make another attempt to nip in the bud the sparking thoughts burgeoning on the web, thereby elevating our speechlessness to an even more sarcastic and ridiculous height. A 21st-century modern play of serfdom and slavery has been on and on under the sun! Wow, what deliberate and careful designs! It barely occurs to me that it is but someone who manipulates the operation of internet not the problem of the unstable feature of this district's connection that sabotages my passionate action of writing my blog!

Fortunately and gratefully, kind and valiant aid from outside the enslavement will never be drained. The theory of existentialists does make sense: no one can deny the existence of something, and no one can bury those existed. Some bird can never be caged, because every single feather of its plumage shines with the glory of liberty.

My fairy,Faye

Faye Wong, who keeps enthralling me with her pure and translucent voice and a shred of melancholy in her countenance, was, is, and will be one of my favorite singers.

Although she has drawn herself back from her glorious stage, nobody can take her place in our hearts. In the eyes of countless fans, Faye is a monumental peek that cannot be peered with any one of her contemporary singers.

For Faye, maybe true love, which cannot be peered with any wealth she has attained through her splendid acomplishment, is what she really wants. Those thought-to-be Mr. rights in her life come and go, bring not only joy but blue to her peaceful mind. But now, it seems that she has indeed found her true love-marrying Lee and having given birth to her second child- we are, so so so glad and grateful to that. Faye is not merely a singer, but a flesh and blood with complete liberty. What she truly needs is hearing the calling of her mind.

Maybe we can still cherish a little conjecture that Faye would back to stardom in some day. That will suffice. We should not impose our demands upon her, upon her life. What still can we complain if a fairy has been to this world and left behind an enormous wealth of touching tunes and voices?

The World is Worth Fighting For

David Fincher's Film Se7en has been laid aside in my computer disk for quite a long time and I was just not thrilled enough to watch it before tonight. I didn't expect to have encountered such a great movie. In comparison with another film of David Fincher's, i.e. Fight Club, this one is, no doubt, more dismal than exhilarating, notwithstanding both tremendously sensational.

A portion of people watching Se7en reckoned that the final monologue of Morgan Freeman--Ernest Hemingway said, the world is a fine place and worth fighting for. I agree with the second part--sounds a bit strained. For the part of me, however, aside from a little convolution prima facie imposed, this assertion perceptively points to what indeed the playwright and the director aim to convey to us, which is that although this world is inevitably and permanently scattered with evil and mischieves and ravage, we all are, no matter to which degree, entitled the hope and right to continue our life and to fabricate a more harmonious world wrapping us.

David Fincher absolutely excels at delineating and analysing those subtle paradoxes apt to be sidestepped rather than to be faced up to by most of the contemporary people. Fight Club engraves upon us the intractable contradiction of personal freedom and social reponsibilities. Se7en, on the other hand, comes up with the question that what exactly human life should take on over our living history endowed by the benevolent and philanthropical God. Those who firmly cherish the religious belief would unwaveringly behave in accord with the set and divined rules and probably make not in the least allowance for the seven sins definitely prohibited by Catholics, namely gluttony, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and wrath. In the meantime, however, not everyone has a capacity steadfast enough of suppressing wrong desires. Just in line with the fact that day and night can never be parted, conscientiousness and indulgence always go hand in hand. Maybe that is where the rub is.

The most depressive thing derived from the paradox is that even though conscious people these days try as various contrivances as possible to rectify those lost lambs, there seems little efficacy to elevate this mundane world any nearer to heaven. Yeah, this is the explicit distinction between the omnipotent God and us secular. That is also why an extremely religious person like Jone Doe would in the name of God employ a most cruel approach to spark a sweeping shock as to arrouse the attention of indifferent people. Jone is far too radical, and it is unarguable that he should be condemned for his relentless plot involving the innocent Mill and Mill's pure wife. Yet in a repressive world where most of people have been anesthetized by its dizzy temptation and irresoluble pressure, losing the last shred of morale to live passionately and loftily, what can we anticipate to redeem and to restore purity and divinity once and for all? Unfortunately, we have nothing to do but shake our heads or better, furrow upon this compelling fact. In terms of human frailty, we are the most invulnerable. Pursuing food, money, beauty, joy, and whatever can make us live better in the beginning does not itselt lead to degeneration, what really matters is that with the mounting and uncontrolled desire, the due and proper border on the ethic map could be smudged. Keeping one oneself immune to the corrosive has been so much difficult, needless to say lifting others out of deterioration. Mill, who was effusive in zeal becoming a just detective yet thwarted by the threatening fact that he could not even save his beloved wife he could not even control himself to deliver, is living testimony of that. In this sense, we seem to be remonstrated that we must not hold on to anything, whether it be material or spiritual, because too much of any would possibly push us to the cliff of life. But it runs counter to what we are taught religiously to be, that is, a flesh human, with endless love. In the film, what happened is that envy incurred murder and this tragedy coupled with a man's affectionate love thereby instigated wrath, and that all these combined to produce a terrible destruction. Bountiful love here was a conspirator, too. God, it is so incredibly whimsical, isn't it?

So what the hell is this world asking for? What on earth are we human beings made for? Pretty much that I am confused, too. These questions will be continuously entangling us, challenging our intelligence. Maybe we are not able to squeeze the answers into the limited volume of man's understanding forever. But what does that matter? The lord works in mysterious ways. If someday we can definitely find an irrevocable answer, that could truly be the end of our life, as all our long held ideal may turn to be not right and even as it is right, the foreseen and irreversable end of our life could collapse our faith and slash our aspiration to walk on. The world is worth fighting for just because we are allowed to conceive what our future may hold in store.

We probably should feel grateful to David Fincher, for what he has depicted in his splendid film, for what has happened in the movie to give us a powerful pound and to turn us on our heads. And we should indubitably feel fortunate that the stimulus merely occurred in the fictional world, and in the realistic one, this is time to wake up and realize that we still possess the chance to think little of the volatile allure, to positively dominate our souls, to constitute a nicer roost, and to continue our life. Or else we could either be beaten by those fierce ones or merely by ourselves.

Panoramic American TV Series

Thanks to the cyber-world, more and more people, me included, can now harbor a chance openning wide their eyes to see the TV series shot a Pacific ocean's distance away. Those series, which hold tremendously diversified settings and plots and embrace more or less bold subjects coming nearly close to those formidable taboos in my country, appear as something like another discovery unearthed in the new continent. Aside from that, however, they entertain us with its unconventional style and broad spectrum of themes, which for a prolonged time, can hardly be caught up with by our indigenous works.

Sex and City is indubitably one of them worthy of note, for its sensitive toehold on a theme concerning sex plus a little unorthodoxy. But so many of our people have involuntarily been accustomed to this country's landlocked tradition, and they just deem it as kind of pornography and regard what the protagonists did merely too fallacious to be accepted. By ignoring what underlies the proceeding of the plots - the encouragement of independent and emancipated outlook cherished by female urbanites - they seal themselves in a conservative and exclusive corner. For a large part, Sex and City is a marked drama, which would inevitably pose challenges to our previously held attitude towards sexual life and way of living.

Friends is another series I attached enormous affection to. You can categorize it as a soap sitcom, you can detract from its characters' IQ, or you can even just shrug off it, whatever, but I really really enjoy watching the characters' everyday life, sharing pleasures and sorrows with them. The writer of this sitcom undoubtedly possesses profound intelligence to handle a sense of humor, which could be proved by the incessantly pouring laughter from the spectators seated before the screen. Quite discrepant from our own TV series that put up a factitious and superficial manner, Friends commands a vivid portrayal of ordinary neighborhood life, ranging from affairs, families to, preponderantly, friendships between the six main characters. whenever I watch it, I feel a sheer relaxation, getting identified with the protagonists and generating a terrific vibration. No wonder Americans are so obssessed by it that they even sheded tears when the finale draw close its curtain.

There is a salient feature underpinning a large part of American TV series, and that can be exemplified by series such as the on-going Lost, Desperate Housewives and the like, which embody deliberative and conscientious reflections on the tough life embeded with trials. when one first watch Lost, he or she would probably esteem it as a mere engrossing occult drama. But the more one watch, the more the breadth and depth of this play emerge. Suppose a bundle of passengers were thrown out to an isolated island in the wake of the somewhat inexplicable crash of their plane, and encountered a quirk of their fate, what would they face up to in the environment almost disparate from their previous life? What would the selfish or selfless nature of these lost people mean to retaining their survival on this desolate island? And what would you live out if you yourself landed in a dreadful predicament akin to the quandary these lost people in? Watching Lost is likely to put you into a tract of the sea where meditation and musing on the sense of your life are effluent. This consequence also applies to DH, which leads you to ponder on what on earth the fundation of our marriage is and how on earth should we manage our marriage to make it tenacious enough to free from the sporadical or even frequent erosion from outside? I always hold that good movie is a mirror of life, so too is good TV series. Like all other preeminent works in the world, many American TV series enlighten us with their special charm and exuberant content. Not only are we warranted to be recreated, but also we are entitled to learn a particular lesson from contemplating what underlies the story.

Frankly speaking, a considerable number of the TV series produced in my country are rather repulsive, for they either revolve around a certain theme rivetedly set by the ideology of communism or straightly hurl themselves into a whimsical and unrealistic world. One tends to feel that those fleeting time has been so undeservingly dissipated in those awkward and misleading tales after sitting away hours in front of the TV. As a result, I feel really grateful to be granted the serendipity to employ the free transmittal through the expedient internet channels. I am looking forward to the day that people in our nation can also be endowed with the serendipity to get rid of rigid ideology and liberatedly espouse the flourish of thoughts and creativeness, and surely elicited from which, too, the panoramic indigenous TV series.

This Fantastic Blog

I can't tell exactly how many, but one thing is sure that I have created myriad blogs here and there, most of them being left somewhat bleak. I am not the kind that would keep diary everyday, nevertheless, I like every now and then keeping track of what I think and what I have done.

In a highly developed modern world where handwritings have played a role less and less important, blogs emerged almost spontaneously, making the writing activity nearly as much great as those participated by the prolific writers. What is more, blogs prove a convenient conduit for communication with other people who put down their thoughts on the internet as well, namely bloggers. No blog, no acute sence of this current or probably everlasting fad. I just let nature take its course, and creat my own blogs.

I created a blog here for the reason that I crave a private and appropriate perch to settle my flying thoughts expressed in English. This blog, in this sense, is unique when parallelled with my other blogs in other sites. Not only does my English writing establish its singular status, but the simple, pastel and lucid setting of the web contributes to that, too. As a matter of fact, I found this site through the link in another blog. On tapping to open the web of it, I was totally attracted by its style and made a prompt decision that I would make use of it from then on. You see, the advantages of blogs lead me here, I cannot see for any reason why I should not build here a fantastic garden to seed letters, words, sentences and articles.

Every single letter I write will be a small sunflower in bud.