life isn’t a book, says Kate
slumber calls, i can feel it. but something itches me, perhaps a daemon keeping me awake. i need to write, i decided. just write.
there’s really something with The Lake House that has been bothering me since i’ve seen it on screen. yes, the pervert keanu reeves looked so damn good (and that he kisses well!), but that’s another story…
"life isn’t a book". Kate (Sandra Bullock) said that line, and it has been reverberating inside my head ever since. then i guess she’s right. life was never a book, that though a story may have conflicts, still, there will always be resolutions.
love? love is such an overused word…perceived to be very ideal, but for me, it’s an embodiment if perfect imperfections. yes, perfect imperfections. love was never fair.
good thing Reeves and Bullock ended up together. then their love (i just hate this word) was not wasted after all. but how about my older brother who realized he would never be in love again for the love of his life was already gone? how about my high school classmate who got herself ditched by the guy who realized he is still in love with his ex? how about my freaky friend who’s so damn in love with a kabarkada, only that the girl is already taken? how about my blocmate who could do nothing with her love except express the angst through rantings and blogs? how about my new-found friend who just realized he is in fact in love with his best friend?
and i need to ask…how about me? i’ve been living this whole 19 years believing to the books i’ve read…and relive their fantasies through the characters i create with my writings. the books misled me. worse, they have kept me hanging. and what’s funny is that it took me only an illogical movie — a time travel love story working on emotional, not temporal, logic — to realize what a fool i’ve become. yes, life isn’t a book. i should have that engraved in my mind.
Chuck Palahniuk have proven me right. there’s nothing ideal in this world. we are just romanticizing with our own stupidity…our mere creations and perceptions. Leonardo’s Mona Lisa is just a thousand smears of paint…Michelangelo’s David is just a million hits with a hammer. and we are all a million bits put together the right way.
oh well…i hope my buddies will find the happiness, perhaps the love, they’ve been seeking. Me? My birth was a mistake and i guess i’ll just spend my whole life correcting it.
June 26th, 2006 at 6:32 am
tina…if you were a mistake, then what would that make me? hehehe..
you know, love is such an abstract word, that sometimes, i don’t bother to understand it… well, i guess “love” if so it is called, will come to a person at the right time and at the right moment… come to think about it, your friends might even be lucky that they had these unfortunate events in their life…so that they won’t end up suffering for the rest of eternity… but i do believe in another line in The Lake House…”there’s always something better around the corner…”
June 28th, 2006 at 12:27 am
“love was never fair.”
I hate to disagree..Love was and will always be fair..impatient lang cguro talaga tayo..we want to get the things we wanted right away even though we know they were never really for us..un lng..;D
June 29th, 2006 at 2:03 am
“…and we are all a million bits put together the right way.” i guess that makes the difference: we were put together the right way… we’re no longer just bits floating around.. i don’t think any one of us is a mistake, not that i have it all figured out.. and love? i don’t care whether it’s fair or not… it’s still a beautiful little thing, don’t you think?
June 29th, 2006 at 7:49 pm
tina, i share the same sentiment :”love was never [f***ing] fair”..
if it was, children in Africa wouldn’t be starving to death and your blocmate would have been happy.unfortunately for all of us, some things in life AREN’T fair… and love is one of those things.
it’s not the lack of love that destroys us, neither does its absence, it’s love’s partiality that dooms us…
just look at your blocmate… haha…ay,huhu di-ay.
June 30th, 2006 at 12:54 am
Glorie’s argument regarding her stand on love is actually supporting Lorey’s argument, and at the same time Glorie contradicts herself.
This is because Glorie focuses on to what, whom, or where LOVE is given - and not on LOVE itself. What Glorie states as the “unfairness” of love is actually caused by the GIVER. Looking at Glorie’s statements, it is not love that is unfair but it is the GIVER that is unfair and not the emotion called love. If you don’t get what I’m saying, you can approach me and I’ll build you a diagram.
As for me, love is not actually measured through its “fariness” and “unfairness”. It is merely an emotion. The measure of being fair and unfair is attributed to the PERSON.
“how about my freaky friend who’s so damn in love with a kabarkada, only that the girl is already taken?” I like that line. Thanks to the entire….”,