NOT love at first sight

There someone I'm in love with...Although I can't be with her now...I'm still in love with her...

I've always taken the gift of sight for granted. I would hurt my eye, not take care of it. I love reading until late night, and i love to do it in the most hurtful of conditions - while in motion, or with little light. NOw that my passion for photography has taken ahold of me, i can't imagine being without it, being lost and unable to appreciate the beauty - to view what is real and envision possibilities.






The words above were words narrated by the man in the the video. He is a photographer himself, and he chose to up this most precious gift for the girl that he loved and hurt. And love still. AT the end, the girl realizes that it was him who gave her back the ability to see, and it's heartbreaking to watch when she realizes the sacrifice he made for him.






Everyone of us makes that wish. To find someone that would love us. Few of us realize that this wish is most easily remedied not by a wish getting granted .... but by a choice being made.
My wish? To be strong enough to make that choice one day. To give my heart to someone and love that person so damn much that i would risk everything, be less, lose everything and yet, be better , be whole for it.




The song is by KISS ( Jini, MIni and Umji) , one of Korean's instant hits, but which disbanded after their one and only album. Would you believe that this clip is so popular that many versions of the song were made, and in many languages - english, french, mandarin, cantonese, even tagalog! The two actors in the video are Shin Hyun Joon and Goo Hye JIn. Both gorgeous!

a sad love song /choeun

UTADA HIKARU'S FIRST LOVE

I remember first seeing and hearing Utada in a club in Hongkong, where she played years ago... From that moment until now, this song's still one of my favorites.

FORSE OGGI NON SEGUO IL SOLE...

Watching Vittorio De Sica's I Girasoli was one of the first peeks I've ever taken of how Italy was in the olden days - even seeing Milan's Central station's old face gave me somewhat a different sensation.
Sophia Loren's Giovanna is an Italian woman who falls desperately in love with Marcello Mastroianni's Antonio. So much so that
when it was time for him to enlist in the army factions bound for Russia, Giovana agreed to a ruse (admittedly, I first thought it was real, until i caught up with what the two crazy lovers were doing)
to have Antonio locked up in the loony bin. When they failed in this, the two had to accept their destiny and part.

Years after, and the war finally ends. But no word comes from Antonio and Giovana decides to conduct a desperate search for her lost husband, whom she believes to be alive.
The plot thickens on, and watching the film, I am reminded of other films whose main themes were relatively simple but which would leave you amazed at how intricate these emotions can be, making even the simplest seem most complicated.

Many may call this almost soap-operish and zaccharine-sweet, but i actually found it endearing and had the circumstances been right, i would have actually cried. (crybaby that i am)

Two things the film's definitely got going for it are the cinematography and the music. There were some pretty amazing shots all throughout the movie. And of course, being a Henry Mancini fan ( I must have watched Breakfast at Tiffany's a million times, partly because of the music), I knew i would be glued right off.

P.S. Thank you Jean for sharing this film with me!

THE WORD

There is one word in the English vocabulary that is as mysterious as faith, as tangible and yet fleeting as a shiver, as essential as oxygen to a person’s existence, and as indeterminate as the future.

It is when a young man, who did not express his desires succinctly and always let chance and fate dictate his own life, gets drifted off to a faraway land, gets stripped off his dreams and realities. In exchange he gets a reality that is so strange to him, it is almost violent. It grates at his skin. It bites his flesh. It tears at him everyday. This. His new life. His condition. In less than a month, he buys a ticket to go back home. He is called a quitter by everyone else, a lost cause.



It is when another, who did not allow his desires to take the better of him and always let his ideals dictate his own life, is given a heart to look after and his own heart to surrender. His reality became everyone’s dreams. It fills him with joy. It fills him with pleasure. It fills him with love. This. His very being, he gives up. In a matter of weeks, he breaks all binds and sets himself free and vulnerable. Where there was safety and love, he now risks pain and loneliness. He is called a fool by everyone else, a lost soul.



It is when one, who did not desire so completely and always let other people’s realities dictate his own life, gets drifted to a place he so longed to discover, gets stripped of old fears and doubts and in their place, new fears and new doubts. Every step he takes now may bring him closer to a dream long-nurtured and kept hidden or may cause him to shut himself off and retreat back into quiet non-being. It is one kiss, one hug, one resounding yes. He is called a newbie by everyone else, one with a lot to lose. Or a lot to gain.


The word is Choice.


Who gets to decide if one is a quitter or a fool? We look life in its face and we look away, each taking something for ourselves, each leaving something behind.

What matters most is who we make of ourselves in the end. The good we have in us, the good we do, and the good we can still achieve.