the Blind side

Another night watching a movie with red wine.... Tonight the movie is the Blind Side.

It's talking about a rich white woman adopted a black kid who has nowhere to stay and no future at all based on a true story.

However, while watching the movie, I feel touched not only for the kindness of the Mother but mostly for the love between the white couple.

Sandra Block is the Mother in the movie. She is a tough woman who gets what she wants no matter how hard it could be or how difficult it could be.

Her husband is the owner of a chain Taco store in USA. He loves her and supports her no matter what she wants to do.

The most touching part in the movie... well for me anyways is....

While she is thinking about to adopt the kid....

husband: I mean the kid we barly know.     wife: That's another thing. We need to find out more about his past.     husband: He won't talk about it. He's like an onion,     you have to peel him back a layer at a time.     wife: Not if you use a knife.     What if we took him to a child psychologist or something?     husband: Do you really expect Big Mike---

wife: "Michael"     husband: You really expect Michael to lie down on a coach and talk about his childhood     like he's Woody Allen or something?     wife: I mean, Michael's gift is his ability to forget.     husband: He's mad at no one and he really didn't care what happened in the past.     wife: You're right.     husband: Excuse me? "You're right?" How'd those words taste coming out of your mouth?     wife: Like vinegar. At least promise me you'll think about it.     husband: Alright.     wife: "Alright" you'll think about it or "alright" we should do it?     husband: Is there a difference?

And then, they adopted the kid... :)

It makes me feel that how lucky it is to be loved and understood and supported by your husband. 

choice of life

Feeling tired but don't feel like going to bed yet, just like every other night.

Lonesome could be an enzyme... accelerate your thoughts to be wondering and creating.

Even just creating some lame words... or feelings.

I can't stop think of this line tonight.

Jamaican Woman: It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.

It's from Meet Joe Black. While the Death went to visit the sick Jamaican woman in Susan's hospital.

I think that is what's happening and I should hold it right there when everything is still great.

Maybe life is about a little bit of sacrifice, if you have to call it that.

Time to leave... for the new future...

Be tough, this is life.

You think that if you don't do this then you've never lived. Then you should know that life isn't always about happiness and satisfaction. Sometimes these come with sacrifice and loneliness. We all have to live with it and enjoy it, for both good and bad... This is life. The life you want to hold on so tight...

The Weary Kind- Ryan Bingham

"Your hearts on the loose

you rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
this ain't no place for the weary kind

you called all your shots
shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
somehow this don't feel like home anymore

(chorus)
this ain't no place for the weary kind
this ain't no place to lose your mind
this ain't no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

your body aches
playin' your guitar
sweatin' out the hate
the days and the nights
all feel the same

the whiskey has been
a thorn in your side
it doesn't forget
the highway that calls your heart inside

(chorus)
this ain't no place for the weary kind
this ain't no place to lose your mind
this ain't no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

your lovers warm kiss
is to damn far from your fingertips
you are the man that ruined her world

Your hearts on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
this ain't no place for the weary kind"