It starts where it ends

A cycle of life.  It starts where it ends.  New life begins when one ends.  Do you believe that?

The moment a life ends, a new life begins.  Did the soul travel to a new body?  When the body is getting too old and tired, one’s soul leaves and enters a new one.

Do you believe that soul travels?  It seems that before the soul enters the new body, its memory would be deleted.  Thus, it does not interference the new life.

Did you ever have those strange visions that someone or something look so familiar, but you have no memory of it?  There are more than once that I was at a place that I’ve never been but I knew that place.  The event unfold in front of my eyes happened before.  The people involved that I don’t know where right in front of me.

I knew them.  I knew how the event would play out.  I knew all these secrets.

Do you?

I am here. And… where are you?

It’s been awhile since I last wrote anything.

It’s been long weeks.  Lots going on and never enough time.

“Time won’t give me time
And time makes lovers feel
Like they’ve got something real
But you and me we know
We got nothing
but time
And time won’t give me time
Won’t give me time”    —- Culture Club  — Time (Clock of the Heart)

My goodness.  I haven’t thought of this song for ages…..

Time never gives us time….. and time makes us feel that we get something real.

No.  We get NOTHING.  Never ever.  Nothing whatsoever.  But somehow we were taught that with Time, we get something.

Some people get frame.  Some people get money.  Some people get love.

For me, I get nothing.

As time moves on, I get Zero.

Well, it doesn’t mean.  I am thinking to write sth up … about a cat.  😛  a story.  from a cat’s point of view.

Constantine

I know. I know.  It’s almost a month since it aired the season final.  I had always want to write something about it.  You know how that goes… life always gets in the way.

And you know what, I just watched the whole season in 1 seating and just wanted to write something about it.  I read many reviews and recaps for the show.  Some I agreed and some I disagreed.

At this moment, we still don’t know if we are getting the 2nd season.  You can sure to follow the news at #constantine.

There is a website set up to save the show.  If you want to participate, http://saveconstantine.com/

I have friends asked if it’s worth their 40 mins of their time to watch it,  I said yes.  It’s entertaining.  Matt Ryan is great as Constantine.  There are some humors here and there.  There are great VFX for the network TV.  Sadly, it had some rather bad writings and that did not help the show at all.

(As you can see, I keep using the word of “network TV” and it has a very real reason — with limited budget and various rules, a.k.a. nudity… those big F, S words…. smoking…..)

Once you accept the fact that this show’s on network with limited budgets and various silly rules, you would find that the show wasn’t that bad and it’s actually rather good.

Honestly, it’s been a very very long time since I watch any network TV.  This show was my first time that I sat in front of the TV and watched it live.  I never like any superheros in capes, tights, and masks.  Or maybe I never really like superheros at all.  What’s the deal with them anyway… they fly down from somewhere, kick some butts, and get the girls.  huh??????  I was pulled to watch the Dark Knight and slept through half of it.

On the other hand, Constantine is a guy that just like the bloke who would sit next to me at the pub, downing pints, chain smoking, swearing nonstop, and wearing normal people clothing.  No Cape, no mask, and NO NO NO tights.  (come on…. why the tights… why….  I think that the only people allow to wear tights in public are dancers, actors on stage, and girls who wear short skirts.  Besides these 3 types of people, no one should allow t0 wear tights at all in any public area.  Leave alone wear their underpants outside their tights.  Of course, it just my 2 cents.)

Maybe in my life, I really don’t need any superhero to save my life.  My friend asked me once, “what if you have problems and don’t you want a superhero to come and save you?”

I took for a moment and said, “hmmm.. thanks but NO thanks.  I think that I can handle it myself.”

I don’t know about anyone but Hellblazer is always one of my top favorites.  I was so excited to see it on small screen.  Matt Ryan is one of my favorite actors too.  (Did you watch Flypaper?  If you didn’t, Netflix has it.  Matt did a great job with a pretty bad script.  He really stood out from all the others.  It’s worth watching just for him.  I actually watched it twice and my 2nd time, I skipped all the rest and just watched Matt.)

Growing up reading Manga and animations, I know that there’s always for some unknown reasons, the adopted animations…. SUCK.  (I am not even going to the live action movie adoptions.  The latest one that I regret to spend my 10 mins of my life was Black Butler.  I almost killed myself after 10 mins into that movie.  That’s another story another post.   Did you hear about Scarlett Johansson will be in Ghost in the Shell?)

I know I am just blah blah blah here.  Til next time, I will write something about Constantine. 😛

Just my thought of the day.

Between crazy and bat-sh*t crazy

So what is that going to be?

Am I crazy or what?

Another week goes by and I am still sitting here… talking to .. ME.

“talking to myself……. oh I am talking to myself…..”

life is still passing me by and looks at me like I am a nut.

Well in the nutshell…. we are all nuts, right?

The day I lost it

The day I lost it

When did it happen?

3?  5?  years ago????

I honestly don’t remember.  I rarely remember most of the things.  I try.  But my memory is slipping away like fountain water.  You know, it’s actually not bad.

I always think that those who lost their memories are the blessed one.  Just like those who died before us.  No suffering no more pain.

Living is a form of pain.  No matter what you do, did, it’s a form a punishment.

Yes, yes.  Some people always find joys in their lives.  How many?

What did you do today, so far?

You wake up, routine stuff (brush your teeth, eat breakfast, showers, etc.) go to work, deal with various annoying people whom you like or dislike, get off work, go home or hang out at the pub.  This same F*ing routine everyday.  And for what?

For that tiny bit of money.  So you can survive.  Or buy things.  But what do those things good for???  Do you really like 100 pairs of shoes?  Do you need 10 different bottles of shampoo?  Do you need to?

Oh Yes, I used to too.  I worked non stop.  I worked day and night just to chase that so called dream.

Then, that day happened.  I lost it.  I lost my dream.  I lost the purpose to wake up everyday.

I refused to go to bed.  I would stay up as long as I could so that I didn’t need to wake up the next day.

Of course, eventually, I fell asleep and woke up the next day more depress than the day before.  It never ended.

The suffering never did.

Then, after all these years, I woke up.  I still don’t know what I did these past few years…..  I think that I kinda survive.

So I am still alive.

Is it a gift or a curse?