.Monday, December 28, 2009 ' 8:50 PM Y
After blogging last night I went to watch Home, which is this Korean drama in a disk thing. Not sure if you guys have heard of it, but it realy touched me, and spoke to me.
The storyline, just a walkthrough, is about a 7 year old boy whose parents have divorced. Because of this, his mother needed time to settle down, and so brought him to stay with his grandmother in the village, and her house is high up in the mountains. As in REALLY high up. Being a city boy from Seoul, he, of course, wasn't used to being in a rural village like the one his grandmother lived in. Oh, and his grandma is mute, so he has a hard time commuinicating with her. He hates her. Simple as that. He calls her Dummy, Idiot, Retard, and writes them on the walls of his grandmother's home.
His grandmother doesn't care. She loves him, even though she knows that he hates her. She is constantly apologising for things that she did not do correctly, whilst her grandson is complaining about the things that she did wrongly. But when it was finally time for him to go home, he finallly understood the grandmother, and accepted her.
I really liked this movie because it made me realise that no matter what, you should always love and respect your grandparents. This movie was, of course, dedicated to grandmothers around the world. Ironically, my grandmother was watching this with me. Anyways, the grandmother, to give her grandson what he wanted, climbed up and down the mountain, selling everything that she could get her hands on to give her grandsom what he asked for, and, as you may guess, he didn't appreciate it until the very end of the movie.
To many of us, home is a place where we eat, and sleep. We spend most of our waking moments away from home itself, so we feel no attachment to it. But the people who spend most of their time in their homes will feel an attachment to it, be it refusing to move, or just having a connection with the house itself. Yes, it sounds creepy, but it might be true.
To me, home is a place, a shelter over my head, a place where I can relax and feel like a kid I was before, even though I'm 13 and still a kid, it makes me feel like how I felt when I was 5. Home, to me, is a refuge where I can burst into tears, vent my anger, a place where I can show my feelings without feeling embarressed. However, home wouldn't be home, if your family weren't there.
Your family supports you, though they, most of the time, annoy the hell out of you. They help you, get you over things that you can't. They help you climb over obstacles that you face in your life, give you mental and physical support, soothe you when something happens, and protect you from basically everything that can harm you.
Yet, no matter how important your family is, there is always another hole in your home, and that is the hole that your friends will have to feel. Friends are ears that you complain to them when the one at fault is in your family, and vice versa. Somehow, your friends are slightly closer to you than your family, maybe because you spend more time with them, you can relate to people of your own age better, any reason, but friends will always be the ones that will give you a shoulder to lie on, and that shoulder will be more comfortable than the one that your family can offer.
Though many deem me too young to have a partner, a partner is something that I have had. Once. A partner will listen to you, soothe you, give you a shoulder to cry on, everything. A partner is basically your family and friends, with, of course, a little romance in between, merged together in one person. A partner is difficult to find, and easy to lose. Not the first one you have will be the one for you. But keep searching, and you will find, in one special person, your soulmate.
. ' 3:47 AM Y
Love and hatred are both emotional feelings that a person will surely experience in life, and not only once. I, myself, have experience about twice of love, and many times of hatred.
Love makes you forget everything. Once you start to like the person, or are infatuated with him or her, then you forget all of his or her imperfections and think that no matter what, you'll always love the person, and that person will always love you. This isn't true, no matter what you were thinking at the time.
Speaking from personal experience, I find that love makes a person blind, and yet is a teacher at the same time. Some love doesn't last very long, yet it could have been strong at the time, while others are weak and need a little reinforcement, without which it would break easily, but these are the ones that last particularly long, and are the ones that will hurt you more if you break up.
I have learned, by listening to other's experiences, and from my own, that the people that you fall in love with of the first kind, are not the ones that you would call 'play boys and girls', and yet it is the second type that are the ones that will not hesitate to leave you should situations arise. The first kind of person is the one that will continue to love you, even if they don't know it, or maybe they won't, but you, however, will not be able to forget them.
The second type of person that you date will be the ones that will not remember you. Yes, they might, but only as a friend, and never again, in a romantic way. You can spend your whole life wishing and praying for them to come back to you, but they will not. You can keep track of their romantic relationships, track them on Facebook, Twitter and Friendster, but they will never come back to you, no matter how much you wish for them to.
Perhaps it is better that they do not return to your life, for if they leave you, they will leave emotional scars so deep that they might never heal. The first type, however, you should gladly accept them back, because they are the ones that love you deeply, and truly love you.
I think I have sounded like a professor above, and I will continue to sound like one below. The way I am typing this post is different from others that I have posted, and, most likely, most of my other posts will be like this. Unless, of course, I have nothing to write about. I know I have been MIA for the pass few months or so, and I hope that you will be able to forgive me for that.
Hatred, on the other hand, is something I have experienced countlessly. From the petty 'I don't friend you anymore' from ages 5 to 8, to the jealousness of the girls that my ex-crushes were rumoured to like, and even onto the people who think badly of me when they do not really understand me at all.
Yet, what I hate the most, is that I am actually hating these people. It sounds weird, yes, I grant you that, but believe me, it is true.
Many things have happened in my life cause me to hate someone at one point or another, however, you will start to feel that hating these people isn't the kind of deep hatred that you will feel should someone stab your beloved, or should that person betray you so much that you are unable to stand on your own two feet again. The kind of hatred that I am feeling, is a shallow hatred, but a hatred nonetheless.
Maybe I should not concern myself with all this petty feelings, but everyone will have them. You cannot deny that you have never hated anyone, be it your friends that talk about you, spreading insults that you know aren't true, or the ones that you have towards your parents when they do not allow you to do things, or when they do not buy you things that you want.
We are not God, the Buddha, Guan Yin, Allah, Jesus, the Virgin Mary, and all the other gods that we worship according to our different religions, but what we all have in common, is that we all will yield to hatred once.
Love and Hatred are both emotions, as I have stated in the first paragraph when I began to start telling all of you about my experiences and all the things that you might not have the patience to read, but, if you, however, have reached this paragraph and survived all of my words, then congratulations.
The two emotions reflect each other, like Yin and Yang. Christians will say that God created Heaven and Hell, Darkness and Light, Fire and Water, etc, etc. I am not a Christian, so what I said in the previous sentence may not be true. If it is not, forgive me, I meant no offense. But, if I
am correct, then everything has a reflection of itself, opposites, then Love and Hatred are opposites, but like Yin and Yang, Love always has a little hatred within it, and Hated will always have a little Love within it.
I end my raving and nonsense here in hope that after all my nonsense, I have actually learned something from myself. =33
