Sweetness of Death

Sweet Rain (Accuracy of Death), Japan 2008

Directed by Kakehi Masaya, starring Takeshi Kaneshiro, Manami Konishi, Fuji Sumiko

Rain brings the smell of death along, with a fresh mint of loneliness that seeps right through your hair. When death walks through your door, would you stare him right at his charming face or would you let him just take you away? Are you ready for your own fate by then? I guess this is a question remained unable to be answered accurately until you are faced with it...at least for me, it is...for now. We are connected, in a strange way with others in life, be it in a different time, or a separate space in time. Beautiful it may seem, a heart that is broken is only left shattered like the waves that break the shore. A twist of fate turns a depressed and hopeless girl into a new person who believes she deserves more than just having death following her wherever she goes. She lives life to its fullest from there onwards and the next time she meets DEATH again, she is contented. A dog that communicates, a sky that would not stop raining, the long walk between different space and time, all made the film more surreal yet very real at the same time. Japanese music almost ALWAYS comes in at the right time, the right place. A poetic look at a grim subject in life. Characters intertwine, hope survives. It's a beautiful clear day after all.

Morning Wisdom

When Aidan woke up this morning, the first thing he said to me was, "Reality has become real". I was surprised by his statement. When I asked him again later today what he meant, he said he doesn't know...and he asked me back, "Can reality be real one-ah?" I had no clear answer to that question. I really wonder what was going through his mind this morning, when he said those words? Was he dreaming of something "real" right before those few minutes he woke up? What made him utter those words?? I am still puzzled by it. Maybe a child's mind is as elusive as the drawings that they make?

Voices of Love

The heart breaks, but the voice mends. A single shot of her singing, tears gradually slide down her face, all the way till the song ends, it is truly captivating. Warwick Avenue is the song that has been playing on and on, over and over again. I love Duffy's honesty, it shines in her voice, no pretence, just a woman singing her soul out. It feels as though you have fallen out of love the very first time and the whole world turns all grey and blue. The rain seems the more painful to watch, even harder to taste its bitter sweet but you somehow love it to death for it feels your pain and sorrow. The loneliness of the unspeakable. Love bleeds when you cared too much. But it is still something that you could only pretend not to want, but fail to resist every single time when it passes you by, like the aroma of the cup of white coffee, right beside your table, while you type away (not writing these days). The voice of Leona Lewis is just pure power and grandness, soulful all together. It gives you great comfort and strength at the same time. Both beautiful, in their own way. Women with the voice for the heart and soul.