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Monday, November 30, 2009

reading so much Murakami lately has me plunging into the hypnotic idea of a world parallel to ours (albeit laterally inverse). a separate existence, living a different life. i remember telling Drey when we were in Winter Time camwhore-ing with knit hats that i think my image in the mirror looks better than my actual image; the angle of my nose, my smile, the colors look more vivid... i even went on to say that i think i want to annihilate my existence in the real world and go live in the mirror.
it sounds freaky now.
which reminds me of a Korean (i think) movie i watched eons ago about two different worlds, two separate existence. your consciousness resides in the 'real' you. if you die in the real world, your consciousness switches to the 'mirror' you and you still live on in Looking-glass Land. if you die in mirror world, though, you cease to exist in the real world. the movie gets scary because a lady who was killed in the real world began looking for vengeance by traveling through mirrors to seek the man who killed her. it's a nightmarish concept, too dangerous to dabble with.
for months i flicked off the light-switch and flew to my bed.

watched New Moon TWICE in 6 hours. crazy, crazy. the first time was heartfelt, but it got pretty agonizing the second round. an alright movie... there were good effects and creative directing here and there (i.e. the months that went by reflected through same interior but different season outside the window, and hallucinations of edward). at least there were cute werewolves and a good soundtrack! i'm not going to lambaste it, because seriously, i don't think even Steven Spielberg could do a much better job. no amount of good directing can compensate for a stupid storyline.
i relate too much with fictional characters that it's possibly causing me to distant myself from real people. BUT, on the plus side: i still prefer to meet people organically (cool term from he's just not that into you) in this digital age. :) NOT retaliating because i lost my virtual portal!

she's not here @

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