monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Of those who say nothing, few are silent.'---Thomas Neill Recently watched this movie called la papillon. It's supposed to be this french box office hit that touched 1.2 million people in France. Well, i must say it was pretty ok. It's one of the simplest movies i've ever watched, just a short simple story about this aged butterfly collector who's all weary and cynical. This guy goes out every spring to look for the Isabella butterfly, for the sake of fulfilling a promise. See, his dying son's last wish was to see that very species of butterfly, and he wasn't able to fulfill it. This old man then got to know this intelligent little girl, born out of an unwanted pregnancy. She loved her mum, but her mum didn't have time for her. She irritated the old man a lot, but, ultimately, they go on a butterfly hunting expedition together and through their little conversations and encounters, the old man gets a fresh breath of a new lease of life through a pair of young innocent eyes. That's all. A simple movie. In one of their conversations, the old man was talking about how far people go to prove their love for one another. Which kinda hit me, cos its pretty true how we associate love with doing this, and that, and its pretty sad how love is being stereotyped. I mean, how often do we observe people going, 'if you love me,...'? The little girl then asked if that is the reason why they call it falling in love instead of rising in love. Heh. I think the problem with all of us, me included, is that we kinda expect too much and attach themselves too much to this thing called love, when it is supposed to be the simplest, purest bridge between people, be it between friends, family or couples. No doubt, love is a tricky little thing and can evolve into real complicated business, but only because we make it so. But the question is whether we can stop ourselves from making it so. And that's the real tricky bit. He who attaches himself to a joy, Does the winged life destroy, But he who kisses the joy as it flies, lives in eternity's sunrise. Had a great time visiting relatives yesterday. Nice to talk to them and meet up with people whom i only get to see once a year. But it doesn't seem that long since i last saw them. Man oh man time really flies. I actually realised that my family is extremely large and that it extends all the way from singapore to johor, KL, toronto and berlin. My great grandfather had 11 kids, that's not really a lot, but from there, the branching is really really crazy. I was talking to an aunt, and she said jokingly that there's quite a high probability that my future girlfriend could actually be a distant cousin whom I may not know. That'll be pretty cool. It'll just be like in those jap drama serials. The rule is that if that scenario happens, you are supposed to run away to a remote village in darkest peru and start a new life together, away from it all. But honestly, it'll be damn sad if you actually see the person you've been liking since the beginning of time sitting one table away at some family wedding dinner. That's food for thought. Anyway, i'm going off now. Going for gym and swim. Cya. 8:33 a.m. - 2004-01-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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