forgive about my english
don't know why actually, but wanna write in english
seems that the feeling can't be expressed well in chinese nor cantonese
well, i dreamt last night... yea, people dream... nothing special
the point is, i dreamt someone i nearly forgot, again
it's another guy, not the one i mentioned before
well, really strange... i nearly forgot him, really...
seems i always got attached to old memories, unconsciously...
i should add some remarks, i do admit i liked him once for a while, maybe i was being too bored then... no one understood what i am saying, though they are all nice ppl
and, suddenly, i found that he understood what i said, how amazing
and the story ended as, i quited the job, before i say anything
history repeats
it's really exhausting... to have things repeating....
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“Cinema is blood, tears, violence, hate, death, and love. And Sirk has made films with blood, with tears, with violence, hate... Sirk has said: you can't make films about things, you can only make films with things, with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, in fact with all the fantastic things which make life worth living.” (Fassbinder)
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