Hi,i'm Autumn.

Laid entire day at home, watched 3 movies, finished one novel, ate 1 sandwich for lunch and a huge dinner, got pretty well after catching a cold yesterday. Now i'm facing at a really hard assignments.

For an inspiration to overcome, I wanna think of some great stuffs first...

That's why i write this boring note:

I. The five best movies I've ever watched:

Iron Jawed angels.(2004)Iron Jawed Angels is an HBO movie about the women suffragists and more specifically Alice Paul and Lucy Burns who took the movement to a new level. I think the music and some cool art/cinematography make this movie really great. The music is very modern with this rock-ish feel to it that really make it engaging. It seems weird to have rock/pop music in a movie about the 1920's but you don't even notice it after the first couple of minutes because it fits so well with the art direction of the movie and sucks the viewer right in. They have some really great shots as well. The do a lot of faster shots that spin around a scene making everything more intense while showing you the entire scene. At part of the movie they're in a workhouse and Alice Paul is on a hunger strike, and then they force feed her by sticking a tube down her throat. These scenes are quick and intense and the camera angles have you feeling uncomfortable in the situation as well. They also do a lot of establishing shots that spin the camera past the 180 rule so you're spinning around the situation. My favorite use of this is when they're canvasing at a cocktail party and you feel as if you're walking through the party because the camera spins right and left and all around to show you all the women hitting their talking points. This is a great movie about such an old time, with such an awesome rock/modern feel. Plus it's always awesome to see women kicking butt.




Love story (1970)


Life is a miracle.It's not the Bengini's Oscar win "Life is beautiful", not the 1947's classical "It's a wonderful life". It's not either the best Kusturica movie - Serbian live legendary two times best directors award in Cannes. But once you watch this movie, you cannot deny how crazy wonderful life can be in a crazy country.


Love actually.To live is to love. Anywhere. Anytimes. Anyhow.


Chungking Express: What Wong Kar Wai made of ...




2. Beethoven 's "Piano concerto no.2" in Châtelet theatre: the classics - the way it is.

3. James Blunt's live show in Paris: sometimes, listening to a romantic stuff alone is not too bad, especially, when you're totally out of love, nothing matchs more than listening to "Good bye my lover".

4. Paul Mccartney live show in Paris: The "Yesterday" and "Here, there and every where" from the old master, even not as the same any more as The Beatles, are always touching as ever. Once upon a time, he was a coocky Beatle.

5. Flamenco show in a very old Sevilla's bar: The joy of life, the power of musics, the happy ending never ends.

Now, after a short review of my really great moments, I can concentrate on my assignments.

P.S: They are really stunning stuffs that I strongly recommend you.

Nite nite

Like I said, this is for no one. It's just the consequence of a lazy day, lying on my bed taking a 6-hour nap. Geez...my head had been spinning like hell for the last 15 mins. Took an aspirin already. I'm fine by now.

9 p.m and still I'm not starving like usual. Quite weird of me. I'd rather have sth fresh now (like sushi , just can't remember the last time I tasted one ). Or maybe a piece of black chocolate and a glass of lemonade. Yum ! I'm beginning to think a bout a green juicy apple jelly by the way...

Let's forget the snacks for a minute. It's getting lame. Let's talk about sth else.

I've been surfing the internet, filling half of my head up with a number of tricks on youtube for the recent several weeks. I showed somebody and they seemed to work pretty well although the secrets are really simple ! (hope I can show someone else someday ^^)

The new school year will start in no time. That means no time for monkey businesses. (I'll be missing them really really much)

I'd love to go to somewhere freezing right now. I want to see snow, real snow, not on TV. (the snow in the fridges is not real enough)
Like I said : This note is for no one...it's for me

Wish tomorrow would be a nice day ! (this is for everyone)

It's getting late, and I can't go to bed early tonight. I just can't sleep. How the hell can I get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning ? Omg...
I hate getting up before 6. Always.

Need to get my snack now. I can hardly close my eyes with an empty stomach...

Khóc mà không thể khóc
Biết có người đang yêu thương.Cũng biết có người đang oán trách.Lời dịu dàng có mà lời chua chát cũng nhiều.
Cảm giác gãy đổ,chới với nhìn người quay đi.Mình hiểu.
Cảm giác thất thểu,muốn trầm mình theo dòng nước lặng lờ.Mình cũng hiểu.
Cảm giác cầm chén cơm mà nước mắt chảy trào.Mình cũng hiểu.
Hiểu mà không thể làm gì cho vơi.Nghe đau.
Trời đâu có trở gió mà toàn thân nhức nhối.
Biết đâu một ngày ngậm mật mà cũng nghe đắng nghét.
Giằng co.

Peter Pan is dead.Dear,have you heard?

I’m done caring about what you fuckers think of me.

Mây mỏng tang.

Ta trở về,lần lữa và cô độc.

Trang sách lật giở trong ánh chiều tàn ngày,ta để mặt cảm xúc lang thang như kẻ lữ khách mộng du đi qua gềnh thác.

Ta trở về,muộn mằn và hối tiếc.

Tiếng nhạc van vát chạy dọc buổi đêm,sắc nhọn và thẩm thấu,như cây kim rúc rỉa đâm mòn thịt da,như bản dạo đầu của một tiếng khóc bê trễ,khô khan.

Ngủ mơ.

"Những cây cầu ở quận Madison".

Ta để cho chữ nghĩa lấy đi phần yếu mềm nhất trong ta,cái phần thầm kín,khát khao đốt cháy từ bên trong.Ta để não bộ tan hòa trong thơ Yeats,trong ánh mắt Robert Kincaid,trong cử chỉ Francesca Johnson.Ta để mình lênh đênh.

Những buổi tối ngửa cổ nhắm mắt,tưởng tượng về gian bếp ở Iowa,về những ngọn nến đồng lõa,về cây cầu Roseman giăng sương mỗi sáng,về một cặp đôi đang nép mình vào nhau,đến ngạt thở.

"La Moulin".

Nhạc điệu Pháp sang trọng mà u ám,như tất thảy mọi bộ phim Châu Âu ta từng được xem,như hết thảy những sống mũi cao sang,những bộ đầm lụa là,những đôi mắt lướt nhanh qua thế kỷ.Ta nhớ về Amelie,như nhớ về cái bản ngã đã mất từ lâu,trong ta.Để La Moulin chảy tràn trên từng milimét tế bào,ta chết đuối.

Những La dispute,những Soir de fete,những Pas si simple...đang chạy lung tung trước mắt.