I have a soft spot for a good love story. I don't know why, under all the artsy fartsyness of me, myself, I am able to be sympathize with the characters, especially when it doesn't work out and the ending is a massive letdown. I'm a sucker for depressing situations I guess. I think I have a problem with feeling happy, rather, being happy. I struggle with this on a daily basis. You know, being happy just because...
A certain Malaysian film made me think about what I really love recently. Do I really love to love and to be able to love forever? or do I love to love and have that same love not work out eventually? You see, you can't be heart broken, if you don't put it on the line in the first place.
This reminds me of something someone said about me - why is he so complicated?
Monday, July 23
A Certain Kind of Story
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"or do I love to love and have that same love not work out eventually?"
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean that you're somewhat hoping to experience getting your heart broken someday?
Cos if it does mean that... as twisted as it seems, i understand how you feel. (And i have blogged about this feeling before as well.)
I think i'd rather a person be overly complicated, than a person be overly simple.
Too much simplicity makes me go, "HUH?"
So you should understand women better... Cos women are complicated creatures.
:)
[i am feeling uber stressed at the moment.My group mates still haven't completed their part. And i still have to edit their work, you know! It's almost 2.30am. *tensionnn*]