The illogicality of... Love.

The Lake House.. A story bout how two people who are separated by a time frame of 2 years, fall in love, and end up together despite the odds tht are against them. This was a show i really really wanted to catch during its initial release, but dropped the idea of watching it cause most people around me who caught it said it was boring boring boring. I finally watched it today, with no expectations whatsoever, and i found it to be a reasonably comforting romantic movie. The happy ending, although a little too abrupt, brought closure to the show. However, The Lake House, i believe, would have been more memorable should it have ended with Keanu Reeves' death. The tragic twist of fate would definitely bring tears to the eyes of the many sentimentalists out there. But i love happy endings! So this movie pretty much worked just fine for me.

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"There could have been no two hearts so open... No tastes so similar... No feelings so in unison..."

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I supposed i'm just one of those who believes more in seeing for myself. Not only in terms of movies, but for the many other things life throw onto our laps too. Different people conceptualise different things differently. And it often helps to see for yourself how good or how bad something can truely be. As it turns out, this is the one show i think i'd really enjoy watching with Mr Boyfriend. Which we almost did! But blame it on my lousy cheena piang brand dvd player!

I always enjoy a good love story. Especially one tht has a happy ending. They kinda give u a very comforting and heartwarming sorta feeling. They make u wanna think back on all the nice things tht happened in your own relationship. And how truely wonderful it is to have finally found each other.

Although the plot of The Lake House might seem a little far fetched to some, it might even appear somewhat illogical to those who eats and breathes logic; considering how it's totally impossible to be corresponding to someone living 2 years ahead of u via a magical mailbox. It is afterall a love story, and love itself is illogical.

Love itself is magic. When it hits u, it'll just hit u with no warning. And u won't even have the time or want to think of the whens, whats, whys, or hows. And even if u wanna think of all the whens, whats, whys, and hows, u'll find yourself never deriving at an answer. Because love needs no answer. U laugh, u giggle, u smile to yourself like a silly cow thinking bout him, u just wanna cuddle, and cuddle, and cuddle somemore, u start missing them the moment u kiss goodbye, u look forward to every single thing u can possibly do with him, and it never seizes to amaze u from time to time how u're both really really together, and perhaps u'll then start questioning yourself how is it possible tht u feel so much for him, and he, too, asks u why u love him, but there is never an answer. And it's good to have no answers as answers would only diminish the magic tht love contains.

And just in case u're still wondering bout all the whens, whats, whys, and hows, i'll just say its everything. It's everything in the heart and what the heart feels tht cannot be put to words, and it's everything bout u. It's everything tht hits u all at once and u just can't get enough. U can never get enough. It's never boring and it never will be. And then u come to realise tht bliss and contentment has just fallen upon your lap, and completeness is just lying beside u.

It's just...... Magic.