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一个枉自嗟呀，一个空劳牵挂。
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若说有奇缘，
如何心事终虚化。。。
September 2006
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Monday, September 25, 2006
12:38 AM
personnaly declared saturday as "heck care no work day" to unwind. But I still ended up having to draft emails and make calls. But still manage to find time at night to clean up my room and meet up with cj. simply love to kick his ass at dota.
Finally get to try out my "braised pork ribs in beer" recipe today. Although i put in a little too much fermented beans but overall, surprisingly, it quite ok. another item into my very short list of dishes i can make.
Dunno whether whether everyone has this experience or it's just me. When I was little, very little, I used to be really curious and think of stuff, like why the sky is blue and all that.
One particular thing I was really facinated was the fact that I can command my body to move. I know it sounds really stupid but when I look at my hand i see a fleshy object with 5 fingers. And when I want it to for example, chench into a fist, I dun even need to consciously think, it'll just clenches when i wanted to.
My tiny mind then just couldn't help but wonder. Why? when I want to move my hand, it moves? When I want to jump, I can jump? Of course when I gradually grow up I stop thinking about it and simply take it for granted. I understand now about how the mind commands the nerves to move the hand. But it still doesn't explain it all. It still doesn't explain how our brains exist and our nerves that commands our flesh exist. Trees can't do it, stones can't do it, but yet I can. The very fact that I can move, think, talk and feel is a miracle each on it's own. And the scary part is, our existance depends directly on our 5 senses. Without it, we don't even know we exist. We will be just another rock on the ground.
What brought me to recall that part of my childhood was a book by Paulo Coelho. Forgot the title. It was a collection of short stories and I was flipping through it while I was at kino. One particular story talks about how everyone is going about their daily routines in a zombie sort of way while he treated his every day as if it was his last. He lived his every day while most people were as good as dead even when they are alive. Sometimes we are just consumed by our everyday lives so much that we just forget the very fact that we can breathe is a miracle. No matter how much despair we felt, how sick of life we've become, we should always remember that a chance to live is a rare gift. It's something that we may never have again.
Don't know what I'm really writing about. Thoughts are too abstract to be expressed into words. I just hope that no matter what, I can still be facinated everyday, and appreciate the miracle of being able to clench my hand into a fist.
the unwanted
the story
the angels
the melody