Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.
/Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
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Whee. I got my laptop back ! I think they helped me clean my keyboard.. ahahah :D It feels really good to have it back even though it was only away for two days. I've to install all my programs agn though. My adobe photoshop >< Anyhows, must really thank Shiming for her toshiba ! Picasa3 is actually quite a good program, considering it's free.
Watched Aftershock just now. It's a really touching movie. I did not sleep last night but managed to stay awake throughout the whole movie without much difficulty which I think, says alot about the movie. Great amazing actors, except for the angmoh dude haha, the whole scene sounded like a badly dubbed Japanese anime. But yah, apart from that, I was basically trying to hold back my tears the whole time ahaha, good thing I watched with family waha :p
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