Whisper #446-470



At a hotel. A breakfast room. Big windows. Sunny sky.



Bright white tablecloth. A little flower vase on each table. A small sunflower.



The sound of cutlery and crinkling newspapers. A room full of solo travelers.



Ordinary breakfast buffet. Toast, salad, eggs, fruits... I like these make your own sandwich corners.



Hard bread, Emmenthal... and a bit of butter. So many choices, yet I tend to choose the same thing all the time.



A coffee, with milk and sugar please.



A big group of people came in to the room. Big voice, big accents.



They all went to the buffet, and one of them tripped on a tablecloth.



Bread, fruits, cheese, salad... everything on the table and this person's plate were flying high in the air.



And some of them landed on the table where a man was sitting on, located in front of mine. 



I somehow remember this scene in slow motion. Just like movie.



The person who tripped started to yell with the big accent. It was because of this tablecloth was too long, this is not normal, it's not my fault, it's humiliating, what kind of hotel service is this, etc.



Two hotel staffs came. Are you alright? Yes, tablecloth. Don't worry we'll clean this right away. And within 5 minutes the buffet table got back to normal condition.



The man in front of me cleaned up his table silently, luckily the damage was minimum to my eyes. He got a new plate and asked a new cup of coffee, then got back to reading papers.



The group with the person who tripped finished eating, and left the room. The room became quiet again.



And one by one, other people left the room to start their day too.



I asked the man in front of me. How could you be so collected?



He said "It all happened too suddenly and I couldn't even form words."





To this day, I still think about this.



Haven't we focused too much on these loud voices just because it's loud?



Haven't we disregarded these tiny voices that often didn't came out as a proper sentence?



Haven't we.



Whisper #436-445




An airport. Early morning. The smell of coffee. The sound of brewing.



1.5 hour before the departure.



Most stores are still closed. Dimmed window displays. Quiet boxes of perfume and cigarettes. Lingering smell of duty free shops.



Coffee. Extremely hot airport coffee. Can't taste anything other than hot. Perfect.



Staffs slowly coming in. Fresh makeups. Sleepyheads. They're still dragging their faces outside of work. I like it.



The fact that they are here for work, soothes me.



The fact that they will keep serving extremely hot coffee after I leave, gives me stability.



Excitement. Nervous faces. Relief. A big bottle of water. Light sound of tapping laptop keybord.



Gate check. Phone.



[nokonoko journal] The progress 2

With this 100 movie challenge, I'm trying to watch ones that are "I'm sure I watched it before but I really can't recall the story".

Star Wars is one of those movies for me. I mean, I know whose father is who, but my memory is kind of mixed up with other movies.

Following the advice from my friend, I'm going to start from here (...and there's a chance I'll stop at here...).


[nokonoko journal] The progress

The progress of my 100 movie challenge: 58.5/100. (0.5 is because I couldn't finish it last night.) I think it's not so bad considering my pace... though it seems unlikely to accomplish.

With this challenge, I allow myself to watch the movie I've already watched before (but just count as one movie, the list should contain 100 different movies), and also allow myself to quit in the middle if I can't put up with for some reason (but this doesn't count as one).

So far I dropped 2 movies. I tried to watch them for 15 to 20 minutes, but one was unbearable in every aspect and the other was too hyped-up and couldn't keep up. 

And I've marked 22 movies with a heart (I think it's pretty high hit rate), and one with WTF.

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