Wow, its been a while since i have watched a movie especially with a guy. Sounds gay, but thats what it is like in hall. 2 guys in a room, munching on tid bits and glued to a 15.4' bright view LCD screen supported by true surround sound. Though i wouldn't say the show is academy award standard it still was quite good for a Love Story. Korean it is, and with a name The Classic it doesn't really sound that interesting. While it lives up to a typical Korean setting with tonnes and tonnes of tears and lots of cliche stuff, watching a love movie after so long does make me feel humane again.
Drowned in my work, it becomes more apparent how surreal everything will seem once its all over, this exam, university life, practically everything that was done. Gone in a jiffy! This kinda explains why i have such a poor memory for such events, well unlike studying I dont really have the time to process what I have actually done in my life. Surely, what has this got to do with the show??!?!
Well, The Classic just makes life seem wonderful and miraculous, how a sad love story actually blossoms to a beautiful relationship in the next generation by some mere coincidence. But things in my world never turn out this way, it never works when i dont work for it. I don't believe in pure luck, luck only plays a part when you have greater probability on your side. So when I watch a show that invokes the simple heartwrench it starts to make me wonder if ever such a moment of enlightenment would come, that all this time I was guided unknowingly by some mysterious force to whichever end point. Now its starting to make sense, I don't remember alot of my past because i chose not to, because I chose to look at how the future will be and whatever was done, is done, period. It becomes more significant as I guess, deep within me, despite proving to myself how things should be done on a day to day basis, I still wish my life was more sublime, so that I can absorb the essence of who I am, so that perhaps I will remember who I was or what I did. Reflections feel more complete when you can read thru your life like a book. The only consolation I guess is that people say your life flashes pass your mind just before you die. Perhaps in my last breath of life I can whisper, "Oh, how I wish my life was such!"
2 comments:
You can only remember weird incidents...
Actually it is not that it is better not to think about the past, if they are good memories, they are ought to be reminisced and remembered.
Well I really sometimes wished i could remember more, but i think my brain seems to lack the ability to remember even the crucial moments of my life. The only things i can recall are shots of certain events. Sometimes i even wonder if they were through or just part of my dream.
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