The Civil Wars - Kingdom Come
Run, run, run away
Buy yourself another day,
A cold wind’s whispering secrets in your ear,
So low only you can hear.
Run, run, run and hide,
Somewhere no one else can find,
Tall trees bend their leaves pointing where to go.
-Su Zanne-
American technology and ways of thinking were introduced in every sector of business and private life and, with adaptations, became part of Japan. Television came to Japan during the occupation, with considerable American programming, enabling Japanese to know American life at a depth inaccessible to previous generations. Japanese were thus Americanized as they were modernized, but Japanese heritage and pride were powerful and survived Americanization, albeit altered in the process. New hybrid institutions and culture took on enormous vigor.
(Source: happinessisthesongshesings, via movetheslug)
Gungor - Dry Bones
Memories have no real meaning, haven’t I proven that already?
(Earl Ciel Phantomhive)
Memories - why do we all cling on to it?
“Young master…, are… are you really leaving?”
“Do with the mansion as you like. Use it, or you may even burn it.”
“W-We can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“Because! The young master’s memories are here!”
“Memories have no real meaning. Haven’t I proven that already?”
The conversation above was taken from Black Butler’s (Kuroshitsuji) final episode of season two when Earl Ciel Phantomhive was leaving his mansion and unbeknown to his servants and his friends, he was leaving ‘Earth’ for good. Ciel lost all of his memories of what happened in the first season in the second season and his butler, Sebastian requested everyone around him to play along; pretending what he doesn’t remembers did not happened (which he eventually did remember). Hence the line, ‘Memories have no real meaning. Haven’t I proven that already?’. His previous mansion was burned along with his parents. To say ‘burn it’ proved that indeed, to him, memories no longer has meaning.
What use are memories when you’re going to the afterlife anyway?
Are memories so significant that it defines who we are?
Are memories more important than the moment itself?
Do you know that memories are mostly self-altered (we think back in a third person point of view don’t we - try remembering the last time you were at a beach)?
Let’s paint a picture together. Imagine you’re about to enter Eternity; something that goes beyond time (you can assume living forever). The minute just before entering, think about your memories and your life here on Earth.
The minute has passed. Well then, let’s enter Eternity.
-Su Zanne-
The dog as the front cover makes sense because, in the beginning everything was about the dog or rather dogs.
The Choice by Nicholas Sparks
(Book 3 of 2012)
The choice was a surprisingly good read. Needless to say, a brilliantly written love story? Yes, it is undoubtedly a love story but it was somewhat too casual and simple to be classified as a one. There is no melodrama (or drama even); just a simple depiction of real life at play: work, weekends, family, friends, neighbours, and one day more than just neighbours, which I must say was quite a comforting read.
The story tells of Travis Parker, a guy who is content with his life at a small town, meets his new neighbour Gabby Holland. Their first meeting wasn’t exactly pleasant. Gabby was angry at not only Travis being an inconsiderate neighbour but about what she believed his dog has done to hers. Despite their initial dispute, they both gradually found interest in each other and continue to surprise one another as well as themselves. And so, the story begins.
Again, Nicholas Sparks never failed in bringing new writing techniques to the table. This time though, he had two parts in his book where part 1 took up three quarters of the book and it is only in part 2 that ‘The Choice’ really begins. In part 1 readers will be looking at two different indirect point of views: Travis’s and Gabby’s. The interchange wasn’t formalize; there was no indication that ‘this is from Gabby’s life’ and ‘that was what Travis thought’. Since it was from a third person point of view, it jumps from ‘She nodded again, feeling as if she were shrinking’ to ‘He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending, wearing masks and losing themselves in the process’. In part 2 however, it was centered on Travis and his life.
Reading this book reminded me how simple love can be. It brushes away those fairytale hopes and brought back the reality of what love is: simple yet powerful. The book did make me question my argument about a certain controversy (I shall not reveal what) and true enough, it might have changed my mind.
I must say, I really love this book! To me, it deserves a second read.
-Su Zanne-
On June 26, 1956, author C.S. Lewis responded to a fan letter from Joan Lancaster, a young Chronicles of Narnia enthusiast.
In a personalized thank-you letter, the writer imparted some simple and valuable stylistic advice for budding prose writers.
(via lifetickets)
When I’m having a bad day, I would rather stay in bed. But I know there’s a reason I’m Alive.
Big Bang - Alive
You know you wish you could. Well, I do.
Photo Credits to: Samantha.
If I could, I would, go back to the past. I’d like to have a conversation with me. You know, telling me what is life like in the future. What were my mistakes, what friends would I have, what great things there is waiting in the future, etc etc.
I wonder how it would be talking to myself. How would it feel like spending time with me. I figured that I will probably enjoy talking to my younger self, since well, she will probably understand me and I will probably understand her. After all, I am her, she is me. I’m betting we will share the same sense of humour, or maybe not due to the difference in age. *gasp*
I would also love to know what were the thoughts that ran through my mind as a kid that defines me today and maybe then I can understand and reason the little mistakes I did as a kid.
On the other hand, would the kid like the grown up version? That is a downright scary thought. Yes I know. It freaks me out too. Nothing’s worse that having myself being disappointed in me. If it turns out into an argument, would I blame the kid me? Probably. Then, I thought, it is like piercing a sword into me where it hurts the most, twice. If the opposite happens, and the kid is proud of who I am, I can rest assure that I’ve made myself proud and, the kid can rest assure that she turn out to be someone cool.
With the pros and cons out in the open, would I still want to meet kid me? I’m starting to reconsider my first thought. For a minute, I thank God that no such thing exist. Phew. Leave the past behind they say. And behind me it shall be.
-Su Zanne-
