about something

It’s the second time today that I have come upon a certain idea, sort of a cute trivial thought that has somehow made it into my you-have-to-post-about-me side of my brain. We’ve met the first time when I have seen The Love of Siam (a thai movie that features Mario Maurer, that’s by the way, one of my favorite movies). Earlier today, I was googling Kao Jirayu (second man crush, next to Mario Maurer, and just so you know, they’re both thai :)) and found this link to his latest movie, that by the way is my new frenzy now (so if you know where I can score a copy, message me please) It is called SuckSeed, a movie about lil’ guys wanting to form a band, the members falling for their only girl member, who happened to teach them a little crazy thing called love. Anyhow, back to the reason why I am even writing in this hot hot afternoon instead of dozing off.

Ped, Kao’s character in the movie was told to write something (meaning a song) about LOVE without using the word. Now, how’s that. Thing is, Chuck (I’m a Chuck Bartowski fan, too) would rather called that epic nerd habit, you know, talking about something without mentioning that ‘something’.

If you expand the application of the idea, you would realize that it can be applied to many varied ideas err topics. Actually, I think I can name a few people, I know, who talks about things without mentioning ‘the’ thing.

Exhibit A.
The EMO. I have known him for sometime now, and I have to admit he’s cute. And I used, emphasis on USED to like him because I USED to think he’s so cool to have his own ways about things in life. One among his traits is, guess what, not naming the ‘thing’ that he’s talking about. Translation – he talks like he’s got this huge, really huge copy of a thesaurus inside his slightly big head. He’s vague, for a moment you might think he’s just really a smart ass with an English mother tongue, but in closer evaluation, he’s not. He’s like Lester (Chuck’s workmate from season 1) who’s not able to say the word sex, for the reason according to him, using the word means loosing flavor. Flavor my ass, duh, he’s just plain sissy, just like Exhibit A. Why not say the things you want to say, duh, being tactful is a learned trait. Yah it’s sweet to say thing in ways different than the conventional, but if it becomes a habit, duh, who would like to be around someone who has to be decoded each time he talks. No wonder he’s comfortable to shun people, it’s a defense mechanism, coz he can’t understand why people don’t understand him. Duh, sissy, have the courage to talk.

Exhibit B.
HER. She’s fun to be with, I really look forward being with her. But like A, she shares that trait. Keeping things to herself, talking vague. For a while it would be fun. Cracking the mysteries in the lines she’ll throw. But, here’s my big BUT now, seems to me that she’s lost the courage to be really herself. So better hide in someone else’s profile picture. I don’t perceive her anymore, the more I try the more she repels, or at least, that’s how the end of the line reaches me.

Exhibit C.
Chuck. He’s gotten into some big changes lately, man, he sometimes seem to be totally different from the person he used to be. He talks vague, too. But his more, I think, vague now. He used to serve the plate but now, he’s, I don’t know, maybe a lil’ more careful or plainly older. He’s found a way to be more comfortable with his own skin now, that is, not shedding it that often and much and only to selected people. Man, he sometimes surprises me.

And oh, by the way, did I tell you I used to be called Chuck?

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Last night, my friend told me to never sit in between chairs because I might end up falling in between. Thus, I should take sides. But in this post, I would like to leave it undecided. I have to admit, SHE has a point in keeping things her way, and though I might feel a lil’ outside of her stash, I understand. And she is definitely like me.