Anatole France
Hoping and praying…
August 11, 2010
I can’t help but to cry whenever I feel like I’m tearing apart, and it’s not a good thing. My boyfriend didnt know this (will wait until he reads this post)until now, but I think he didnt understand what kind of hell i’ve been to right now.
So far, I’m happy that he just made a decision to take a plunge. And since there are some opportunities that had just been opened to me, I decided to do the same. It may be risky, and there may be a possibility that I can make it to another level.
And also to be free from the insanity that I’m in right now.
Hope and pray that me and B will pass this.
Amen.
Living in an inception
(from fuckyeahinception.tumblr.com)
B and I watched the most talked about movie this season, “Inception” and it’s all about a person who wants to enter someone else’s dream in order to gain one’s information. The movie has a nice concept and I must say, that I’m now a fan.
I like the scene where Leonardo Di Caprio’s estranged wife in the movie haunts him during his inception work, and the reason is that after testing the dream machine and be in a state of limbo, his wife Marion Cotillard (as Mal) wants to live in a world that he and her had created. Rejects the fact that Mal’s in the real world, this had triggeres her to kill herself by jumping in a hotel. Sad isint it?
Sometimes I wonder if Im still in a dreamy state or not. There are times that everything around me is hazy, or in a world where happy endings exist, or if I enter someone else’s dream where everything and everyone is staring at me and making a fuss around me. And sometimes I saw someone familiar from a certain place where memories flocked like the birds in flight. And this makes me hope and pray to wake up in a reality that once were.
I had a feeling of living in an inception whenever im riding in a train or jeep, or lying in my bed with my computer on, or reading a book, or entering someone else’s house or room.This also occurs when I saw someone familiar on a certain place, only to find out that the reason while im staring at him/her is that they were close to me once, but now gone.
It is a bittersweet feeling.
And I want to wake up.
