My name is Eric !

Remember, remember
The 5th of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot...

Good evening, London.

Allow me first to apologize...
I do, like many of you, appreciate
the comforts of the everyday routine,
the security of the familiar,
the tranquility of repetition.

I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration...

Whereby important events of the past usually associated with someone's death
or the end of some awful, bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday
I thought we could mark
this November the 5th......
a day that is, sadly,
no longer remembered,
by taking some time out of our daily lives
to sit down and have a little chat.

There are, of course,
those who do not want us to speak.
Even now, orders are being shouted
into telephones
and men with guns
will soon be on their way.
Why? Because while the truncheon
may be used in lieu of conversation,
words will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning...
and, for those who will listen,
the enunciation of truth.

And the truth is...
there is something terribly wrong
with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice,
intolerance and oppression.
And where once you had the freedom to object to think and speak as you saw fit,
you now have censors and surveillance,
coercing your conformity and soliciting submission.

How did this happen? Who's to blame?
Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others.
And they will be held accountable.
But again, truth be told,
if you're looking for the guilty
you need only look into a mirror.

I know why you did it.
I know you were afraid.
Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease.
There were a myriad of problems
which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.

Fear got the best of you.
And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.
He promised you order,
he promised you peace
and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

Last night, I sought to end that silence.
Last night,
I destroyed the Old Bailey
to remind this country of what it has forgotten.

More than 400 years ago, a great citizen
wished to imbed the 5th of November forever in our memory.
His hope was to remind the world
that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words.
They are perspectives.

So if you've seen nothing,
if the crimes of this government
remain unknown to you,
then I would suggest that you allow
the 5th of November to pass unmarked.

But if you see what I see,
if you feel as I feel,
and if you would seek as I seek,
then I ask you to stand beside me,
one year from tonight outside the gates of Parliament.

And together, we shall give them
a 5th of November
that shall never, ever be forgot.

It's been a brilliant journey
of self-awakening.
And now I've simply got to
ask myself this--
What is happiness to me, Eric?

Do you remember
what you told me once?  

That every passing minute...
is another chance
to turn it all around.
I'll find you again.

I'll see you in another life...
when we are both cats.

When we are both cats...

Forget everything about life, and just open your eyes.

People will read again.

All I have done is just for the words from her--

"I love you"

Isn't the life just like this.

And what is any life if not the pursuit of a dream?
The dream of peace...
the dream of achievement...
the dream of hearing someone say these words...

when they really, truly mean them.
I love you, Eric.
I love you.
Roam free, Eric.
　　　　

Most of us live our whole lives...
without any real adventure to call our own.
It's hard to comprehend.
But they laughed at Jules Verne too.

This... is a revolution... of the mind.

Everything that has a beginning has an end...

and it ends this time.

The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?

Memory's unreliable. Memory's not perfect.

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. 

I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, 

even if I can't remember them. 

I have to believe that when my eyes are closed. 

The world's still here. 

Do I believe the world still here? Is it still out there? 

Yeah.

But then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time?

All of my life I have fought this war.

And this time I believe I can end it. 

This is not an accident.

There are no accidents.

I have not come here by chance.

I do not believe in chance when I see 3 objects, 3 times, 3 effects.

I do not see coincidence, I see providence, I see purpose.

I believe it is my fate to be here.

It is my destiny.

I believe this one holds for me the very meaning of my life.

There's nowhere I can't go, there's nowhere I won't find you.

And I believe it ends this time.

I believe.

又是9月11日了。

每一天都是来和去的日子，这就是所谓的“平衡”吧。祭。Everything that has a beginning has an end...没有事的。Teo, 别怕。

昨晚做了一个section, 对了１／８，这是“前所未有的正确率”，前所未有的低正确率。我站在窗台边，跳下去会怎么样呢？醒过来？呵呵，醒醒吧，poor Teo.我住在２楼。

扶着窗台，一阵阵凉风袭人，恩，而且……我突然想起了我的老师小柏说的，“我都已经全错了，下一次不可能退步了，准备庆祝一次进步的到来吧！”有道理。

然后去理发了，今天起要全新的……呵呵，这都不知道是第几次我叫嚣着要"a new day"了……不过一切总有转机的，我相信。

爬爬生日快乐。

我也快乐。

加油！