Ideas about Love

I have two very extreme ideas about Love today..
- Love letters. I've given a lot of thought into this delicate matter. Which 21st century earthling is still depicting their affection to their loved ones with pen and papers? Yet, the idea of writing or receiving a love letter has, since time immemorial, been publicly accepted as a romantic gesture. Unfortunately everyone seems too busy to indulge in such display of affection. Don't even try to argue with me using 'love e-mails' or 'love faxes'. Those aren't written with your hand. Not many people living in this keyboard-typing era truly know the difficulty of putting their thoughts on papers- the idea-processing, the meticulous choice of words just to get the right message across, at the desired tone and pattern, hence evoking the desired emotions in the readers. Of course, not to be neglected is the tremendous joy of watching your reader following your lines of words eagerly and observe their grimaces that'd serve as the most honest compliment/condemn. These are joys you can't even begin to imagine as a user of electronic mails. I've never received a love letter before. I've never heard of any friends who have had either. Why don't people write them anymore? They are such poweful instruments of love. Don't anyone realise that? I know I can appreciate one, even if it was only to contain the simplest words. I'd just appreciate the effort put into the writing. Would you?

- Love was so much better when I didn't know what it was.
I used to like a boy, but what I liked most about him wasn't his looks, manners or the way he treated me. I just liked being close to him and feeling that I was wanted there, though he didn't express it in any way. I didn't use to interpret that as Love. It's just a feeling that I liked, and couldn't derive from anybody else, not even now.

I just slapped my right hand with my left hand. I want a love letter that'd define the affection one has for me, yet I think that Love is grander if I had had no way of defining it. Slap me.

nice me

It's disappointing to admit that I'm actually more considerate than I'd prefer myself to be. My verbal non-chalance is merely limited to, well, just words. I wish to be meaner, to not care for how others feel and I thought I was all that but I'm not. I know I have the ability to put others in difficult positions but I just don't have the heart to do so. I try to resist believing in the good of others, but in actual fact I'm just afraid to believe in the good within me. Le sigh.

There, I'm nice.

The few previous posts had been pretty heavy. So here's something light for the day:
This is a message I received from a random guy via friendster.com. Now I'm not an anti-social being but just how am I supposed to respond to something like this?

A message from subra:
"aw you are sooo cute...does mommy know you are talking to cute guys like me? add me babe!!"

First of all we HAVEN'T been talking. Next, how conceited can a person be to call himself cute in front of a stranger?? And with what audacity he assumed that I would actually, one, think that he's cute and secondly, even consider replying him, let alone adding him onto my list?! Gosh.. there're simply too many vain folks out there.

End

Ending is inevitable. The circle of life has to begin with an end. Ironic eh? I find it most ironic that the perpetrator of a start should also own the hands of drawing an end. It's one and the same no matter how you look at it. The beginning itself has an unforeseen end embedded in it, and vice versa. And though it is predictable, we often fail to see either, until it's too late. Then again, how is it ever too late to notice something if the beginning and the end is embodied together? I think these two terms have been misunderstood and unjustly separated for long enough.

It suddenly depresses me to think that nothing truly begins nor ends. We've all just been going in circles, that lead us back to where we are, no further to a new beginning nor an end, always.

Yiruma

I heard a tune today, a tune so familiar that it resonates with the cords in my heart, yet I can't remember when or where I last heard it. It's a simple enough tune, with a melody that reminded me of the past, but I have no idea which memory of the past it is attached to. I just know that I knew the tune from somewhere within me. Have you had moments like these too? I, for one, often find myself relating emotionally to random tunes that I think I've heard once upon a time ago. For all I knew, I might just be hearing the melody for the very first time, yet I believe wholeheartedly that the tune used to belong to me and a forgotten past. It begins to seem like it's alright to forget the exact scene of that particular past, and just let it be represented with a tune. I think that's how great music is supposed to be. They are supposed to tickle your memory and secretly mould themselves into it, hence exuberate a sense of familiarity. It doesn't matter if you're only hearing it for the first time, you'd still felt as if you've known it forever. Perhaps that's the song of your heart.

As for me, the marvellous tune that triggers this chain of thoughts came from Yiruma's 'Kiss the rain'. Listen to it and let me know that I'm not alone in my ability to relate to it so.