Just came back from the movies with a friend who shares the same passion with me on movies. Well, I’d just say, this movie, really touched me, touched my heart actually. Reminds me of those days when I always went kite flying with my cousin brother. That was more than 20 years ago when we were still living in Jinjang.

Well enough of myself, let’s come back to the movie. It’s a movie about love, honour, guilt, fear and redemption based on a novel. The story starts with Amir and Hassan, two boys whom Hassan is the son of a servant to Amir’s family. They both never differentiated each other by their society class and became good friends. They both grew up in Kabul, Afghanistan, where the neighborhood is rough and only the toughest survives. Though so, Hassan always stood to defend Amir, which makes Amir’s father, Baba, worried that Amir will not eventually learn to stand up for what’s right.

Amir likes to write stories and Hassan loves to listen to them; Hassan is good at kite flying and Amir enjoys playing with him too. But Hassan is best at kite running, which is the action of collecting the kite as a battle souvenir after a kite battle. They even have this kite flying contest in Kabul (which me and my cousin brother used to play it too) where each kite flying team attempts to cut loose all the other kite flying teams’ kites. The last kite flying in the sky will be the winner. And yes, Hassan went running for the last kite they took down, not knowing that some radical racist big boys, lead by Assef, were preying on him. While tracing for Hassan, Amir stumbled upon the incident where Assef and his henchmen were sodomizing Hassan, after Hassan refused to hand out the battle souvenir kite. As usual, Amir did not dare to stand out and do what is right. He ran. He took guilt with him. He was ashamed of Hassan until he’d rather frame Hassan to make him leave the family.

Soon, the Russians invaded Afghanistan and Amir and Baba left Afghanistan for America, settling down there. He worked on as a story writer, and had his books published at last. Everything was starting to go well, until he received a call from his father’s friend, Rahim Khan, in Pakistan, calling him back. He eventually went back as Rahim Khan greatly inspired him to continuing as a novelist.

As soon as he met up with Rahim Khan, Amir learns that actually Hassan is his brother and they were killed when the Soviets invaded, leaving Hassan’s son, Sohrab, orphaned. He realizes his righteous mind, in search for redemption, Amir decides to journey back to Kabul in search of Sohrab, going deep into Taliban controlled areas. He eventually found Sohrab being taken by a Taliban official who is a paedophile, who eventually turns out to be Assef, the boy who sodomized Hassan. Old habits die hard huh? With cuts and bruises here and there, Amir eventually brought Sohrab back to America, securing him from further harm.

Through this journey, we see Amir learning how to step up for the right reasons and face injustice with courage. At the end of the movie, while his father-in-law felt embarrassed with Sohrab living with Amir and his wife, Amir stood up for Sohrab and insisted that the General father-in-law should tell anyone who asks about Sohrab the truth.

Well personally, I feel that this was one of those best international pictures that I’ve seen in years. Really not much of those commercial factors that will make it sell, but if you really see it, with your heart, you will feel it leaving a mark. For some reasons, I really felt this movie is like criticizing that nowadays nobody values and practices self righteousness and courage to protect anymore. In some way or another, I felt like it brought back some part of my personality and myself, which was lost along the way I came, which seems to be the same situation for almost everybody nowadays too. Those who stood for what they believe to be fair and just, were called idiots and insane. Starting to wonder what has our world become.

Borrowing a sentence from the movie, I’d like to say to her "For you, I’d do it a thousand times over"

你说我牛，我说我只是认真而已。我说过我不是玩玩下的，说过是不会给你拍散拖的感觉的。也许你不会相信，我却会明白的。

你说是你有问题，我说是timing而已。
你说也许是没有感觉，我说有多少人是一见钟情的呢？
你说你不值得，我说你值得我为你做我所做的一切。
你问我知不知道有多少人追求过你，我说我只要知道我对你好、可靠、给你安全感，这就好。
你问我我有做回自己吗，我说有，而且还蛮开心的。
你问我你有那么好吗，我说我真的觉得你就是那么好。
你说你傻了，我说也许是你不傻了。
你说你累了，我说我让你依靠。

你如果说不要，我会说我要让你知道我可以让你依靠。

我不是牛，我只是认真而已。

看看我的题目，简直就像锁链一样，环环相扣，过去到现在，现在到未来。我们不能改变过去，却能把握现在，期待将来。被时间锁起来的东西，不一定是过去；就算是，时间把它打开了，出来的就是未来了。

我非常清楚，我已经打开了过去的枷锁，已经不再被过去所束缚；我非常清楚，现在手中所握着的钥匙，是要打开什么未来的；我非常清楚，未来的我不一定会照现在的、过去的路走，可是我还很期待现在会有的未来。

未来，谁也说不定，才会像礼物般让我们有惊喜、有期待。我真的很期待。你，会出现在我的将来吗？我期待。

单身后，真的是会让人看到许多，自己从前都不会留意到的东西。就像，爱，从来都不是唾手可得的，从来都是得来不易。也许真的也需要大无畏的精神，才能从“没有”变成“有”。很多东西，都是由“有”变成“没有”了，才会知道“有”的时候多好。

单身后的大半年来，也不是没有想过要重拾过去，但是始终知道，有些东西，“没有”了就不能再“有”的。去年年尾的我终于渐渐地明白，是要向前看的、往前走了。多注意还“有”的好，充实好自己“没有”的好，更提醒自己不要“有”以前的坏，也不要让未来的自己变成现在“没有”的坏，未来将会“有”的，也许就会好多过坏了。

从小到大，一直都无法接受别人诬赖或冤枉自己，往往会因此而失去常有的理智。今天就被人冤枉了，俗称“被人逼食死猫”。明明不是自己的失职造成延迟限期，却硬要怪在我头上。类似事件已经不是第一次发生了，每次发生都一再磨着我的耐性和信心。真的在想，是不是应该走了呢？朋友都一个接一个先后走了，不再有熟悉的脸孔和声音，就剩下自己孤军作战了。我不会放弃，不会逃，也不会失常。我会留下来奋斗。要诬赖要冤枉，就放马过来吧！

幸好，还是有开心的事的。想了很久的事，终于让我给想通了。郁闷了很久的心情，也随着有所进展而渐渐云消雾散。也许真的有时候是不行动，也许就是最好的行动。

期待未来不会再有这样的零碎记忆片断与领悟。期待未来会有更多的喜悦与所爱的人分享。

Really getting a little bit impressed with myself lately actually. Just don’t know where the hell I went or what the hell I read/saw that made me come up with such a zen-like motto: Doing Nothing is Doing Something.

Can someone else help me out with this one? I really don’t know how to explain myself on this. I just know how to DO it. Well obviously doing nothing is not really that hard right? Yeah you wish. The more you try to do something to make a change, the more you feel the complexity of staying put and not doing anything. Why the hell are things not as easy as they say they are huh?

Well I tried doing something about the situation. But there’s just not much that I can do. Things just eventually go south everytime. It’s just logical and understandable to come to a conclusion where doing nothing right now would be the best of the "somethings" that I can do about the situation. I just hope she will understand what I hope for her to understand, even if it’s eventually.

For everything thing in life which reminds me of her, for every ocassion that I think of her, I would just wish her well in all her ordeals, and try to be around whenever she needs me, while doing nothing.