Weaponry Items

- Anti-viral tissues

- Anti-viral surgery mask

- Anti-viral cold drugs, extra strength

- Anti-viral stomatch drugs

- Hand sanitizer

 

 

Gran Torino is a good movie

 

Walt Kowalski: I confess that I have no desire to confess.

 

Walt Kowalski: [to Father Janovich] The thing that haunts a guy is the stuff he wasn't ordered to do.

 

Father Janovich: What are you gonna do, Walt?
Walt Kowalski: Whatever it is, they won't have a chance.

 

Walt Kowalski: [Walt is trying to "man" up Thao] Now go out and talk to him, and it ain't rocket science for christ sake.
Thao Vang Lor: Yeah, but I don't have a job, a car, or a girlfriend.
Barber Martin: Jesus. I shoulda blown his head off when I had the chance.
Walt Kowalski: Yeah. Maybe so.

Earned a chance to experience an awesome business suite, yea.

21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
to the 20th century deadline

Dreaming
I am only dreaming
Of another place and time
Where my family's from

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Like a hero for the lost cause
She's an endless war
Like a hurricane
In the heart of the devastation
She's a natural disaster
She's the last of the American girls

Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take you breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weight out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Does someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

Dying
Everyone's reminded
Hearts are washed in misery
Drenched in gasoline

You are the moonlight of my life every night
With every breath that I am worth
Here on earth
I'm sending all my love to you.
So if you dare to second guess
you can rest assured
That all my love's for you


I've go a really bad disease
It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
So I can lose my memory
The scars on my hands and a means to an end
It's all that I have to show
I'm elated
Medicated
Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away
You'd be surprised what I endure
I never find a place to hide
I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied
I'm a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy

My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you.

My name is 'No one' your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in the barnyards of heroes and cons
Left me for dead or alive

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone

Laughter
There is no more laugher
Songs of yesterday
Now live in the underground

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

As one more success fades into the past, to the present it is only one more obstacle to overcome. 
"Improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it."
There has been some good days, but I want to make them even better as long as the fire remains.
Time is going so slow.
On the window of car, my hands can still feel the tip of trees and edge of sky.
Some familiar feelings with the clouds still linger here.
We are intrepid.
We carry on.




   

やせがまんばかりで
もう半年過ぎたが
何が変わったか 誰を愛したか
頭の中で今夢がくずれだした
何とかなれ

やぶれかぶればかりで
もう半年過ぎたが
何が変わったか 誰を愛せたか
頭の中で今夢がくずれだした
何とかなれ 何とかなれ……

Nothing but false stoicism,
Half a year passed by already.
What has changed? Who did you love?
Now the dreams inside my head have started crumbling,
Somehow I'll be fine.

Nothing but self-abandonment,
Half a year passed by already.
What has changed? Who could you love?
Now the dreams inside my head have started crumbling,
Somehow I'll be fine, Somehow I'll be fine...

Just another day in the paradise...with my restless heart.

 

忙到自然睡，想到自然醒，看来又会是忙碌的一周。

 

上了NG主页，评分4.11/5.00，表现相当不错，算是没辜负那么多人的支持

妈来电话说很高兴看到我的成绩，说很好奇有关我的世界。她觉得只要在网上，我永远都是自由的。

我的确可以做很多事，用虚幻的力量影响我生活中的现实，但网络并不给任何人更多的自由，那些成百上千的popularity只不过是幻觉罢了，真正的自由跟现实中一样，只有赢得人心的人，才能获得真正的自由。

还记得Gladiator里的话，Men, what we do in life, echoes in eternity!

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Anticipating Utada's This is the one album. The video is really not that good but some parts of the song ring a bell in my head.

 

 

 

Break or away, it is not up for me to say.

早上11点～晚上11点。现在好像是3点15分。

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of life is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
--C.G Jung

Memories, Dreams, Reflections.

Rorschach: Are you sure?

Dan Dreiberg: But the country’s disintegrating. What’s happened to America? What’s happened to the American dream?
Edward Blake: It came true. You're looking at it.

Rorschach's Journal: Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends, so that when it's done, only our enemies leave roses.

Rorschach's Journal: There is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this.

Adrian Veidt: I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end.
Dr. Manhattan: 'In the end'? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

Rorschach: Used to come here often, back when we were partners.
Dan Dreiberg: Oh. Uh, yeah... yeah, those were great times, Rorschach. Great times. Whatever happened to them?
Rorschach: You quit.

Rorschach: [reading from journal] Rorschach's Journal: November 12th 1985. Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll whisper 'no'.

Dan: Rorschach...? Rorschach, wait! Where are you going? This is too big to be hard-assed about! We have to compromise!
Rorschach: No, never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon. That's always been the difference between us, Dan.

Adrian Veidt: It doesn't take a genius to see the world has problems.
Edward Blake: No, but it takes a room full of morons to think they're small enough for them to handle.

Rorschach: [to prisoners] I'm not locked in here with you! You're locked in here with ME!

Dan Dreiberg: If he's pretending, that means he cares.

Edward Blake: God damn I love working on American soil, Dan. Ain't had this much fun since Woodward and Bernstein. Congress is pushing through some new bill that's gonna outlaw masks. Our days are numbered. Till then it's like you always say, we're society's only protection.
Dan Dreiberg: From what?
Edward Blake: You kidding me? From themselves.

Rorschach: Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. Itâs us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
Was Rorschach.

We must make the best of those ills which cannot be avoided.

We're intrepid.
We carry on.

 

Boy
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
Girl
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Boy
What shall I swear by?
Girl
Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
Boy
If my heart's dear love--
Girl
Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
Boy
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Girl
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Boy
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Girl
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.
Boy
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
Girl
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more than I do now

Time...time...time...time...time
Won't leave me as I am
But time won't take the boy out of this man

The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for others steal

Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel... luckily