L.I.F.E

to my families, friends near and far, brothers, sisters, kiddo, old man and everyone!

to the old, i say goodbye.

to the new, with hope it will color my life.

to myself, happy happy new year 2009 and welcome to my new world:

http://yplow.blogspot.com/

you throw away the several chances that have been given;

i just have to give it to someone else.

 

 

just between me and you;

none of this seems possible;

looking at it again right now;

some feelings begin to subside;

the time that we needed to do some thinking;

never seem to arrive at the right moment;

guess we just have to make it happen anyway;

we shouldn’t do that to each other anymore;

anymore.

Keating is seated at his desk. He is writing a letter and occasionally
looks up at the framed photo on his desk of a woman playing the cello.
There is a knock at the door.

                              KEATING
               It’s open.

Neil enters and closes the door behind him. He appears to be nervous.

                              KEATING
               Neil, what’s up?

                              NEIL
               Can I speak to you a minute?

                              KEATING
               Certainly. Sit down.

Neil goes to take a seat but notices the chair is piled up with books.
Neil picks them up and Keating gets up from his seat to help him.

                              NEIL
               I’m sorry. Here.

                              KEATING
               Excuse me. Get you some tea?

                              NEIL
               Tea. Sure.

Keating goes to a table in the corner and begins pouring several cups.

                              KEATING
               Like some milk or sugar in that?

                              NEIL
               No, thanks.

                              NEIL
               Gosh, they don’t give you much room
               around here.

                              KEATING
               No, it’s part of the monastic oath. They
               don’t want worldly things distracting me
               from my teaching.

Keating gives Neil a cup of tea and they return to their seats. Neil
looks at the photo on the desk.

                              NEIL
               She’s pretty.

                              KEATING
               She’s also in London. Makes it a little
               difficult.

                              NEIL
               How can you stand it?

                              KEATING
               Stand what?

                              NEIL
               You can go anywhere. You can do
               anything. How can you stand being here?

                              KEATING
               ‘Cause I love teaching. I don’t wanna be
               anywhere else.

                              KEATING
               What’s up?

                              NEIL
               I just talked to my father. He’s making
               me quit the play at Henley Hall.
               Acting’s everything to me. I– But he
               doesn’t know. He– I can see his point.
               We’re not a rich family like Charlie’s,
               and we– But he’s planning the rest of
               my life for me, and I– H-He’s never
               asked me what I want.

                              KEATING
               Have you ever told your father what you
               just told me? About your passion for
               acting. You ever show him that?

                              NEIL
               I can’t.

                              KEATING
               Why not?

                              NEIL
               I can’t talk to him this way.

                              KEATING
               Then you’re acting for him, too. You’re
               playing the part of the dutiful son. I
               know this sounds impossible, but you
               have to talk to him. You have to show
               him who you are, what your heart is.

                              NEIL
               I know what he’ll say. He’ll tell me
               that acting’s a whim, and I should
               forget it. That how they’re counting on
               me. He’ll just tell me to put it out of
               my mind, “for my own good.”

                              KEATING
               You are not an indentured servant. If
               it’s not a whim for you, you prove it to
               him by your conviction and your passion.
               You show him that And if he still
               doesn’t believe you, well, by then
               you’ll be out of school and you can do
               anything you want.

A tear falls down Neil’s cheek and he wipes it away.

                              NEIL
               No. What about the play? The show’s
               tomorrow night.

                              KEATING
               Well, you have to talk to him before
               tomorrow night.

                              NEIL
               Isn’t there an easier way?

                              KEATING
               No.

                              NEIL
               I’m trapped.

                              KEATING
               No, you’re not.

she never used to be so precise;

not to me;

she’s not;

with dates;

with what’s going on;

she never wants to tell me much;

that she is afraid of something;

she never used to be so precise.

maybe i’m just part of her pathetic little plan.

 

 

there were nites when we wanted to see each other, as usual;

though it was already late, as usual;

we know that’s the thing we must do, as usual;

i arrived at your house, as usual;

drove to our fav bar, as usual;

“2 beers”, as usual;

no talking, as usual;

nonetheless miss each other honestly, as usual;

made love and still not a word, as usual;

i got up and left, as usual;

u never asked me to stay, as usual;

we parted, as usual;

then eventually found each other again, as usual.

 

the sign was right;

3 red baggages;

you should’ve just said “HI”;

that’d do;

instead;

“i wish i could see you.”;

that was too much and too much for him to take.

i used to write so much more when we were together;

你对我说；

我记得你从来不将你写的、拍的给我看；

其实我巴不得你与我分享你所经历的；

for all those questions that u alwaz wanted to ask and never gotten the chance to;

im glad u didnt;

and to tell you the truth i actually dont feel so bad about it;

i really dont.

Sean Maguire: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will Hunting: No.

Sean Maguire: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.

Will Hunting: Why thank you.

Sean Maguire: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.

Will Hunting: Nope.

Sean Maguire: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? [Will nods] You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

 

 

几天了；

开心地过了几天；

你还是爱我的；

我如是地想着；

看着你的画图；

你反复问着我意见；

不知道是否；

被中用或被取纳；

无所谓的吧，其实；

只是喜欢你问我而已；

只是想让你听听我的声音而已；

我靠近你；

搭着你的肩；

不经意；

毫不经意；

你回头吻了我一下；

只是一下；

我知道就够了。

i know u care for me;
i want u to care for me;
i dont want u to stop;
i dont want u to tell me to get lost;
i dont want u to tell me this is ur life, go do whatever u want;
i dont want that and u know it;
it saddens me and it’ll break my heart if we stop what we do;
u might say time will pass and life goes on;
u might say u’ll find someone, but why would i want to do that?
why would i?
yea of course, because i want something that u dont;
there’s really no point of something to happen if they dont end up at the same direction, right?

it would be impossible to turn back now;

if it happens for another time;

i will snap and that will be the end of it;

seriously.

 

你说过就要算；

拉拉扯扯半生不熟的这一段；

是否能够忘怀已经不是一个应该思考的问题了；

就如某日；

醒来恍然大悟；

原来就是这样的一回事；

解释也觉得是多余的。