"we'll always have paris" - casablanca

this movie is the undisputed epitome of a classic... "here's looking at you,kid" beyond doubt Ingrid Bergman a flawless example of the regal beauty that barely a handful breathing now had the opportunity to witness...

ive heard of the legend from my father, based upon what he knew of it when it was being played manually in the cinemas in black and white.. surprise surprise! he was still a little boy playing with trains at that time (yes it has been that long since casablanca's creation)..

why is it so timeless? just due to its seniority? or snagging oscar award winning status?

no... its a classic due to its portrayal of love.. countless have created, currently are and shall proceed to embody love in their many forms and attempt to capture it on the silver screen some succeed and some do not..

casablanca embodied a selfless love, an unconditional love scarce nowadays.. which i believe is the only purely true form there is of endearment.. upholding your loved ones best interest prior to your own. Rick's "i stick my neck out for nobody" motto come to ruins once old-flame Ilsa arrives in town.. a plan ride regarded as death worthy in the period of world war II, with only 2 passengers permitted he arranges for his Ilsa and her patriotic hero husband to occupy the flight despite leading Rick into bargaining blackmail with a general and letting leave his other half..

seeing the one that holds your heart with another person is one of the most searingly painful ordeals one could experience.. though being profoundly aware that it is in that other persons arms your endeared one shall be best long run and peaceful once heals mature reward comfort. then swallow your pride and "let it be".. leave untouched the memories crystal clear of all genuine.. dont spoil it, with what shall come if prolonged. no matter how excruciatingly difficult it resounds..

although?! here i go with the inquiring! how can one derive the ultimate conclusion that your loved one is better off with this other person? of course, from knowing each other to acknowledge that long run the complications may deprive the other in some manner.. but then when do you fight for it? playing martyr as an excuse to refrain for taking that leap of faith is a whole different topic. i mean when do you say lets beat the odds no matter what society and our intellect dictates? is considering short from long term, the thing that parts young implusive first love from that of seasoned love? somebody please help.. reached a gray area here..

i conclude that the great love stories are those which role play great sacrifice for their heart's chosen.. to relive or realize our first/ultimate/seasoned love that knew no reason exception to that one person's well being. letting go for her or his better tommorrow.. whether their hearts unite once again or sadly not.. it ultimately tells of a love that knows no conditions..

all those mushy folks like i.. casablanca you must see! and highly recommend somewhere in time, wicker park, four feathers, my sassy girl...

" beneficial letdown "

once upon a time a 14 year old girl had an innocent crush on a young man numerous years her senior. He was well spoken with words of intelligent content and undeniable charm, not to mention he was indeed handsome in a boyish manner (which was never really her type but worked for her in this case). She blushed at the very glimpse of him and held onto his every word. She delightfully watched him talk and quietly memorized his mannerisms.

years went by though her admiration unfazed...
then one unexpectedly night out with her friends their paths crossed and the attention she seeked in her tender age was not only fulfilled but overwhelming. Digits then a farewell were exchanged. Recounting the night staring at the ceiling emerged the giddy little girl, unable to fathom all that had been encountered. Pinching herself, asking the divine for it not to be merely a figment of her imagination.

although at the time he seemed somewhat interested she dare not entertain the idea, he were to communicate with her once again. In her imagination he was in likeness to a star, adored from a distance, unable to reach though despite it being unattainable, still its magnificence appreciated. And to fuel the imagination with the possibility of something special would prove fatal with the emotional department. Fuelling the flame of her dreams with hope.

after a week or so the consciously unexpected happened and he got in touch with her.. They met up and talked their time away. The little girl inside her was jumping for joy although the matured young lady of 18 in her,sensed great barriers on his part. Emotionally she saw he was tattered and bitter and she was correct, discovering about the recent break up. Obviously, it left him in a jaded state and she could see the great wall of China parting them. She knew it was better not to entertain a man in such emotional ruin. His rage against the opposite sex naturally revealing itself. It would be dealing with fire if you were to get emotionally involved with someone freshly seared by a nasty break up.

intellect and maturity said no but the childish girl inside filled with long stored sentiment, endured a struggle to convince common sense to be his "savior! Heal the pain and bitterness of love he was cruelly burnt by". A little girl with a big crush's wishful thinking it was. But the reality of this, is a person scorched by lies and deceit will most definitely not leap into it wholeheartedly anytime soon. Automatically they have their armor on and barriers up, likely to seek revenge (whether consciously or subconsciously).

and so she met up with him a few more instances. She felt the resentment he held, and tried subtly to empathize, but he would not allow anything of such. Silence would hang over the pair. He would then proceed onto a random topic. Instantly brushing off anything personal and kept within a "IM never a sure thing, assume what you wish", "I could drop you any second" manner of attitude. She eventually came to her senses soon enough and knew if he wanted something, with the displayed disregard for her, he was bluntly administrating it couldn't have been in pursuit of emotional attachment but more likely physical.

she left on vacation for awhile and erased his number, in the hope it would come hand in hand with erasing him off her thoughts. After some weeks she was welcomed with the news he was hitting on her friend (acknowledging the fact he knew she and that girl were close friends).
it hurt... The inner child as well as the young lady in unison felt the blow. Ethically it would be none of her business if they went out but shes blessed her friends are loyal and sincere. Her friend did not entertain him and told him it was due to her.


IT WAS A LETDOWN ALTHOUGH A BENEFICIAL LETDOWN.

it kept my feet firmly on the ground. At the time I had other suitors more worthy of my time than him but I still chose to be in his presence. Why him? It was the sustained crush of my younger years that had me in a daze and starry eyed (and to an extent it was overwhelmingly liberating to engulf in a childish crush that gave you a rush seldomly found with rational thinking of my then enclosed barriers). Or maybe it was the whole challenge of making a bad boy turn good. Help him out of his workaholic abusing ways and introduce him to my world of laughter and fun. To see him relish in happiness partly my doing.

maybe it was karma. I too before kept my barriers so far up no guy could get past that wall I built to guard myself from letdowns and shortcomings lashing disappointment and hurt, it unables you to engage in living life to its fullest beauty.

I learnt involving yourself with a recently broken up person is playing with fire in this case, especially if it was an unpleasant parting of ways. They have issues to be dealt with and is more beneficial if they acknowlegde it on their own. Or else you risk being the rebound or being their revenge outlet (mostly not consciously).

my daddy said I was a princess and in his eyes I was.. And it should be that way..
although I allowed this man to treat me so arrogantly with such uncourteous disrespect. It was horrible for I could feel myself losing little by little self respect. Thank goodness I came to my senses at once. And did not prolong self deterioration. For everyone out there it sounds unfair but in life theres multitude of instances, wherein you're gonna have to demand respect, for someone will not freely give it you, despite respect meant to be given indiscriminatingly knowing no race, class, status, age, nationality, religion, or gender...

for all the girls - we are all princesses, so no settling for a toad and waiting for it to turn into a prince. Even if you built him long term to be your ideal man, if he embodies disregard for your feelings you gotta have the guts to let it go. He must treat you with the same respect, consideration and care a loving father does.

for the men - treat your woman with such adoring love, spoil her with affection and kindness and it shall be rewarded. Just remember to draw the line when we become too bratty and demanding (we can sometimes be abusive).