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I know the last page so well,
I can't read the first.
So i just don't start,
It's getting worse.

I wanna know what it's like,
On the inside of love;
Standing at the gates,
I see the beauty above.
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Ello, watched 'My Girl' yesterday, bought VCD, it's a really touching show... the camera angles and all that is stiff at times and doesn't really bring out the scenery or backdrop (think local productions like ... Raintree productions...more of a homely feel, very focused on individuals). But the idea is really very sweet and touching; childhood friendship, innocence...and first love.

The kind of love you never, ever forget, an effusion of emotions overwhelmingly pure and sweet in its youthful inexperience. When air smells fresher, water tastes sweeter, and life is simply more beautiful...

...or something like that.

Anyway, what happens in the show is really a good depiction of childhood reality, peer pressure, conformity, parents and the mind of a child... makes me wish i was a kid again, innocent and carefree, or in other words, young and dumb.

Synopsis:
Noi Nah, childhood friends and sweetheart with Jeab since birth, treats him very well and cares alot for him, to the extent of playing football with him to cheer him up, despite not knowing how to play and getting injured.

Jeab, on the other hand, grows up playing with girls and yearns to hang out with the guys instead. Being the pre-adolescent bunch they are, they make Jeab go through initiation rites to be part of the gang, culminating in wrecking the girls' main source of fun, a skipping rope made out of rubber bands.

Of course, this pisses off Noi Nah, and she confronts Jeab, who nonchalantly shoves her to the ground, chucking away their lifelong(literally) history of friendship and mutual care.

Regretting it immediately, he secretly tries to make amends, cos' after all, hey, a guy has his pride, but sadly, is too late as her family moves away from the little village they stay in. Soooooo... moral of the story is: if you find someone you truly care about, don't worry about pride or anything, just do what feels right.

It's like i always say:"Matters of the heart, must be solved with the heart" Don't think! Feel.

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Soooooo moving on... in a nutshell, met up with wern ming, andrew, joy, jack and daphne, went gym, went swimming, went for dinner with my family, saw my super cute nieces, ton at andrew's place, watch shitload of movies, in the morning went harbourfront to li xiao kwok hao and discuss presentation, played lan at netspielz, came home and now hungry.

Pretty good summary of the past two days.

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Warning: Long read ahead

Referring to the snippet of song posted above, Nada Surf's inside of love... Love, arguably the most popularised emotion in the world, a central tenet of every movie made, every play performed, every book written, for good reason. Inimitable, constantly sought-after, absolutely pure, passionate love has always been said to be the greatest thing in the world.

Fairy tales always end in happy endings, with the words ~and they lived happily ever after~ Everyone knows this, and everyone is looking for their prince charming or princess. Love brings hope, companionship... completion to an otherwise unfulfilled life.

Thing is, how many failed marriages, divourced couples, break-ups, affairs, suicides, PPOs, injunctions and crimes of passion have there been, between people who -love- each other? People who once loved each other can easily turn it into hate, passion misplaced so often develops into rage.

But that's not my point, my point is; nowadays, people are educated and continually addressed with issues on love, from friends always asking you for updates on your love life, to your Aunties at family weddings prodding you;"So when your turn ah?"

People today, rush into relationships, grabbing for love, trying to get into a preconceived expectation and image of love. Lonely hearts see couples everywhere, and ache to be like them; finding other like-minded souls, they crash together like two pliant springs, softened and molded by society's stigma for being alone.

Brought together by velocity, the two springs get entangled, and briefly, cling even closer together, before their spring dynamics and structure rudely snaps them back to their original, individual springy shapes. This is like two people who just come together out of mutual needs and wants, in a flurry of uncontrollable passion, eventually coming apart, it might take weeks, months or years... but everything eventually unwinds.

-The candle that burns brightest burns fastest-
-Some fuckhead whose name i can't remember said this.

On the other hand, the same two springs, gently coming together, given time to feel and conform to the contours of the other, adapting, revolving around each other, both giving and taking more of themselves to the other, until eventually they are so intertwined they are inseparable and become one giant super-strength industrial-grade mega powerful spring.

That, is love.

-Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature, and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.-
- Bruce Lee