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Showing posts with label litfili week 6. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 10, 2008

utopia

The first few things that come into people's minds when they first read the title of this story is of lost boys, pirates and neverneverland. Everyone has probably heard of the tale of peter pan; a boy who never wanted to grow up, who goes through adventures of having a fairy as a sidekick, flying endlessly across the mountains and seas, fending off pirates and becoming the hero of the day.

When i was younger, i used to believe that this could be all real. Not exactly the same but of angel dust that would enable me to have special abilities, of pirate ships and indians (although i prefer the cowboy and indian rivalry better), of never having to grow up and just being carefree.
All of these were my fantasy. But as i grew up, hopes faded, expectations dissipate, reality kicked in.

The Tale of the Spinster and Peter Pan is about a lady who has a dull routine life and starts having a fascination with a band member. Her imagination starts playing with her as she then starts comparing the guy to peter pan. In the end, her expectations were shattered when the guy finally approached her. So much for a fantasy.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

document

How ironic is it that friends can easily talk about almost anything under the sun but when it comes to matters of the heart, the words just seem to escape us? They say that communication is key to a healthy relationship. Yet we fear that what we say may not be enough or that the pressure of the moment will cause the words to come out differently. So we resort to paper, where supposedly, we can organize our thoughts and review them before we send them out.
The only thing is, communication doesn't only involve words. it needs intent, which facial expressions and intonation can provide. The document may have shown the power of communication in the sense that it had the characters assessing their feelings. But that's simply what it was: a catalyst. The real work is yet to be had.

Letters are sweet. Letters are revealing. But nothing beats looking into the other person's eyes and watching their little gestures -- the twitch of the eyes, the biting of the lips, the pace of their breaths -- reveal more than any set of words can ever say.