The Abyss

abyss
/əˈbɪs/
noun
a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm.

When I first heard Daniel Veerapen's "Abyss", I was entranced. The Rose might be an alright short film for me, but this song haunts me.

I went on with some other film like Dressmaker which I really like the twist and hope to read the book some other time. And happy film like Kung Fu Panda. And then Ip Man 3. Question - why  葉子楣 is Amy Yip but 葉問 is Ip Man? If Ip Man was called Yip Man, perhaps there wouldn't be those IT jokes long ago. And about Ip Man 3, I felt it gave an overly romantic view of the Grand master. In terms of martial arts realm, there is no denying his skill and passion for teaching. But Ip Man 3 had concentrated also on his personal life. This is where I felt had been dramatized. In those days, it is impossible for a wife to even show her displeasure to the husband. Besides, when she died, she had already been separated from her husband and had only her children with her then. There was no husband accompanying her at her death bed.
Source: http://history.people.com.cn/BIG5/198307/13110937.html

Of course in today's world, it is expected for husband to be more 'new age' and 'scared of wife' as part of the good husband criteria. I still remembered when the male lead was telling the joke on that. And his wife asked if he is scared of wife too.

Maybe the despondent ME is not able to appreciate the romantic Grand Master.

CapFren has bumped up his mail recently. I did not reply his Dec email because I was overwhelmed with all the changes happening. I thought I would be stronger 3 months later to reply the bumped email. But .. I wasn't. And I don't want to write in a despondent tone. Sorry. That is the only word I can muster now. Maybe when I officially leave Melbourne. That is another 3 more months though. :(

I remembered when Feb ended, I was so happy that 1 month is gone. But somehow with end of March, I couldn't muster the happiness of counting down that another month is gone. Guess the fact that 2 of my colleagues are leaving next week is more than I could stomach. Happy for them, unhappy for myself. Argh!

Focus: the second long weekend will arrive soon. And it will be good. So butterflygalz, please persevere till then.