THOUGHT OF THE DAY...
this wk has been full of sappiness... like none other. I've pretty much been engrossed in k-pop ballad songs for the past wk, starting off w/ kim bum soo's 3rd album. I always liked him, a sort of full-bodied ballad singer. Hes matured alot from his debut album, vocally and such. Most of his 3rd album tracks are real good, so i spent a good while listenin to that. Then, i rediscovered his debut album, and i found 2 really good songs that i listen to constantly. In one of those songs, his voice sounds a bit like kim gun mo, who by the way released his new 8th album recently. For the most part, i think he has some nice songs in there, especially "My Son"... its pretty funny cause i can relate a bit, hehe. And then a few days ago, i chanced upon a new sung si kyung song. Its not on his 2nd album, and its entitled "Rare" (i dunno the korean name of the song). For those of u who dont kno, Sung Si Kyung has one of the most melodic, natural and soothing voices ive ever heard. Hes pretty much my favorite ballad singer thus far. His songs show his vocal range pretty well, and Rare is no exception. I dled the music vid... which was pretty sad, as always, but i paid more attention to the song. All i can say, it was over. Again, if i could sing like Sung Si Kyung...
Anyway, this was accompanied w/ an anime series that ive been watchin recently, recommended by good wushu buddy Jon "shihbang". Its called Kanon, and i think i mentioned it b4, so i dont have to elaborate as much. Let me jus say that its a real nice departure from all the action anime ive been seeing. Even tho its a pretty short series, only 13 eps long, it pretty much made an impression on me. The mark of any good drama series, anime or live action, is if i can feel something for the characters, it strikes somethin within me and creates this sort of inner fire. Kanon was no exception. Well, all this sappiness in combination started to make me ponder, about various sorts of things. And then i concentrated on one of those random, whirring thoughts.
A quote i remember well from Braveheart is ,"Every man dies. Not every man truly lives." I think this quote encompasses this one thought i had for the past couple days. What makes me (and only me, cause one of the only things i will ever truly kno, is me) tick? When do i feel alive? And then i found some things that make me alive...
Every time i miss a practice, i pretty much regret it the next time i go. Ive been doin the wushu for a good yr and a half now, pushin on 2. From the moment i started my first practice, wushu had become an integral part of my wk. Sometimes, i imagine a life w/o wushu. I would be a lot bigger than i am now, w/o any vigorous exercise and such. And i would miss out on various experiences and opportunities. Ohh mann... Yea, i tend to become lazy and tired when i skip out on practice. The only remedy that works for me is... more practice. Quite refreshin when u get all ur muscles workin in unison, goin full speed until u have nothin left. And then u find some hidden source of strength to carry u home for the night. Kinda weird when u think about it; the only way i can get myself to have some energy again is to... get myself even more tired. In any case, i love the stuff, i wouldnt have it any other way.
Talking about things which interest me, being really into a conversation, is something i treasure as well. Quite a joy to talk to some1 about something i really care about or im really into. Thats when my words tend to overflow and my mind races far ahead of my mouth. Its great. Whether its about wushu, gaming, k-pop, or any random philosophical topic, im there. i enjoy goin off on these sort of tangents. Oh yea, i forgot to mention movies, another sort of topic i could run off w/. Pretty much, it makes me feel good talking about the things that matter to me.
All u need is love... maybe closer to the truth than u may think. Love makes me feel alive. Not jus a romantic sort of love, a familial love, love between friends and such. The very thought of some1 rather having u there w/ them than not, the thought of some1 needing u as much as u need them, makes u feel all the more alive. I couldnt imagine an existence w/o the family i have. Their love is virtually unconditional, only surpassed by the love of God. Every time i talk to me mom , dad, or sis on the phone, feelings of nostalgia and a sense of security rush toward me from time to time. Its this surrounding warmth that jus feels different from everything else. The love of friends have kept me strong and sane in times of despair as well as in joy. Friends to joke around w/, complain about various things w/, relate w/. Speakin of friends, i ran into a couple of them as i walked back from wushu. That was pretty nice. Surprises like that are very welcome, hehe. Friends give u so much, much more that u can realize. All i hope is that i did the same for them. Now, the romantic sort of love is self-explanitory. Think ill elaborate on it a little bit later... but dont think i have much coherence to make any sort of sense.
And guess thats it for any sort of coherent writing. Well, take care yall. More to come soon... hopefully.
