Saya cinta kamu - MalayI love you - English
Sarangheyo - Korean/Hangul
Aishiteru - Japanese
Me tumse pyaar karti ho - Hindi
Wo ai ni - Chinese
Ana uhibbu - Arabic
Te Amo - Italy/ Latin
Phom rak khun - Thai
Kei te aroha au ki a koe - Maori
I've just finished my Hindi movie marathon. Yeah know how these movie are, love is always in the air, whether you are the princess or the pauper. I must say it has an immense effect on me. Oh, talk about being a hopeless romantic. When everyone is opposing the cardinal-impossible relationship between the rich and the poor, the nun and the vicar, or the slut and the royal, Hindi movies can always make it possible. No matter how outrageous is the wave, the couple will always weather the storm and against the current. Wow. Oh, and the love songs in the middle, how engrossing.
It makes me to think carefully of plastic surgeries to transform myself into those handsome heroes in those movies, with buffed arms and perfect abs. Hah, then I'm totally a chick-magnet. Then my lonesome days will never be the same again.
But hey, let me try to be a little realistic here. Yes, girls adore boys on the screen when they punch the badass or whoever the vile character in there, but ladies, would you want to spend your whole life with someone who worship punchings and gyms and sex, besides worshipping you? Oh yes, talk about infatuation.
Then a person like me will be of no worth to your eyes. This guy who 24/7 helps old mommy cooking or watch trashy movies or update his dready blog. Yes, there's no way in planet that I can be equal to those hot dicks in TV. I probably the lowly guy who's never be on our going-to-date list, but soon you'll find me pretty handy when it comes to real life. When you have to juggle with your soaring career and a blooming family, and the paternal relationship you have to uphold with your husband. When you find yourself messed up with the guy you married because of his hot bod or his sweet words, then you'll know how pathetic life can be. With this kind of guys. Welcome to quarter-life crisis.
Whatever it is, Hindi movies are ravishing and I am awed. I am in love with the characters, because they prove the pure love, which never exists, and which made me dream like a fool. Pure love doesn't exist, it's the hunch of responsibility. And irresponsible people betrayed the relationship and proved that pure love never exists. See it? If you are not a retard you can see the skanks are fucking around with girls, because they love them, and leave the girls bearing the seeds? And don't you see how easily love dissipates between husband and wife when there's a little bickering, then the divorce papers ? How sad is love.
My mom doesn't love my dad when they got married. She was just excited, as agitated as winning the lottery. But she could bear this life with my dad because she has the responsibility glow in her. And I admire her commitment to raise the six of us. My dad once was one of those guys whom girls will keep his poster, admire him secretly. But what happen after marriage is a total life twist. But my mom, who was never his fan,tied a sacred relationship with him and started from scratch. And she would trade anything to get her youth and change history. But it was fated.
Thus, when searching for the mr perfect, seek the responsible one, if you wish to avoid trouble. You don't want to be part of his collection of barbie dolls he'd slept with, just because he spread the love musk to you. And seek the considerate one, because you don't want to wear the maid uniform the whole marriage life, do you?
I don't want to be fooled of love, because it hurts, and you don't want to be.
