Punch Drunk Love

Once, she walked into his life
Literally, he was standing in her way
She looked at his face
There was nothing else to say

Finally, they walked along the same path
He kindly gave her his hand and his kiss
That was everything she longed to have
And it was everything that she missed

Now she doesn’t know what to say
She doesn’t know what to think
She doesn’t even know what to do
She thinks she is getting sick

That big oak tree is standing still
But this little girl has been wondering
How long it is going to take
To at least understand his meaning

Counting a single breath of her
No doubt, it is not easy
She tries and tries and tries
Unfortunately, she never gets lucky

She says, no one dies because of heat
But some die because of coldness
She also says, no one dies because of love
But some die because of loneliness

However, the girl doesn’t want to give up
Her hope has been floating somewhere
In the middle of those white lights
Sadly, no one seems to care

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Dear Oskar Schell,

My last name isn’t Black; however, it doesn’t really matter who I am. I just finished reading your book and thought that I would write you a letter. I understand how depressed and traumatized a nine-year-old boy like you has been through. Losing someone you love with all your heart is an extremely difficult task to deal with, just like you said that there was a hole in the middle of you that every happy thing fell into. I wouldn’t know what to do either. Probably your mission of finding a lock to the key your dad left might be helpful. It gave you a good chance to do new things you have never done and to go to places you have never been to. I have to admit that you are incredibly brave.

I truly admire your inventions and really would like you to keep inventing, only for creative things because they help you soothe your sadness. I, sometimes, turn my sorrow into an energy that created something beautiful. You never know one day they might come true.

All I want to say is that you can’t turn back time. No matter how deep you keep your answering machine in the box in your closet or how much you want to forget those messages from your dad, the worst day happened. But it’s already over. Now you know who love you the most and I think it’s time for you to return your love to them.

Love,

Your friend

Into the Wild

This is my rule: I would never watch movie at a theatre twice because I don’t see the point of spending my money on the same movie. But I guess rule is made to be broken and importantly I had a very good reason to do so.

So I took this beau to see Into the Wild. I can’t really say much about the movie because it might contain some spoilers. So you have to go see it yourself. I highly recommend it. All I can say is that it’s a movie about a young guy who just graduated from college and refused to take the scholarship so that he could go into the wild, and that he is the fruit of the dysfunctional American family.

The feeling after seeing this movie for the second time within a month might be slightly different from the first time. However we had the same feeling after the long hour of watching it, that it was the kind of movie we need to talk and discuss after it ends, or maybe we just simply wanted to talk to each other.

We agreed that the lead actor wasn’t that good; there was something about him that wasn’t very convincing, as a character in this movie. Nevertheless, overall casting is fantastic especially the old guy who is a loner and never explore the world. His tears were just coming down at the right time and the right moment. That was so perfect. Go see the movie and then you will know what I am talking about.

There are so many quotes that are very interesting and I would love to talk about. My favorite one is “What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?”

Touchable Silence

As they quickly walked down the stairs, the guy asked if the girl brought her subway card. She shook her head shyly and apologized for her forgetfulness. Gently patting her back, he told her not to be worried because she could use his. She nodded and smiled back at him.

At the entrance, he swiped the Metrocard and let her in first. Passengers hurriedly entered the platform as they heard the train arriving. She was waiting for him at the end of the line. The train slowly stopped at the platform at the same time he joined her. His soft touch on her shoulder was the signal for her to wait until the crowd entirely got into the train. They both entered the train last and then were leaning against the door facing each other. Tonight the temperature had dropped down to below fifty degrees, and it was even colder inside the train. She put her hands in her pockets to keep them warm for at least a few minutes. He did exactly the same thing. She longed to approach him and ask him for his warmth. But something stopped her from doing this. Even though he was standing in front of her, she still could feel the distance and remoteness.

“You know what I just realized?” she asked with sadness in her eyes.

“That this is the first time we’ve ridden the subway together?” he replied almost instantly.

She nodded slightly and was satisfied with his answer. This was not the first time he had correctly answered her question. There were also a couple of times when he had completed her sentence. She might have believed in this coincidence if she spent a lot of time with him, but she hardly saw him in person. Mostly he would phone her to checking up on her.

The train reached their destination. They exited the station and were walking along Broadway. There were fewer crowds than she would have expected on a Saturday night. Perhaps it was because of the cold fall weather. Along the way he told her a couple more stories, as he loved to do.

“Have you ever been to this place before?” she asked when they walked past a restaurant housed in one of the oldest buildings in the city.

He checked out the menu placed at the front door.

“I came here for brunch. The food was good,” she said, enthusiastically confirming her willingness to spend the rest of the night with him here.

“This place is fine,” he finally agreed.

They were seated at the small table next to two girls who were talking and laughing quietly. After a long day of work without anything to eat, she already knew what she wanted to order. The waitress finished taking their orders and brought them two glasses of water. In the meanwhile he continued telling her great stories—the movies that took five years to produce and the band that had only one popular song. She loved listening to his powerful low-tone voice. Sometimes she closed her eyes and just listened.

As she enjoyed her meal in front of her, he asked, “Are you going to get mad at me if I ask you something?”

She carefully looked into his eyes and said, “Yes, I will.” Without further question, she continued having her dinner.

He was amused by her reaction. “How could you possibly answer the question you don’t even know?”

“I know what your question is,” she said like she knew that he was the love of her life. “But I am not going to say it. You have to tell me!”

He knew that this sentence completion would end like it always did. Reluctantly, he said, “Okay. Here’s my question. Are you going to get mad at me if I don’t want you stay over and if I want you to go home?”

“Yes, I will.”