Story of a can food...

Something enlighten me this morning (cos its raining, cold so a bit emo haha)...


Love is like can food. Its won't last forever. It has an expiry date.

In Spore it's printed on the can :" Best use before dd/mm/yyyy" After the printed date, you eat the food at your own risk. Cause after the stated date, the food is supposed to be spoilt, to be thrown away. If one still continue to eat it after the date, it is very possible to have food poisoning, stomach. No one eat expired can food.

Love has its expired date as well. After that expired date, love will start to have problems, trouble and soon be "thrown" away. The only difference with can food and love is that the former one its printed on the can but the latter you will never know when the expired date is. Maybe that the beauty of love: you know it will expire but don't know when and often hoping it won't be during your lifetime...

I wonder why can food have expire date. Most logical reason would be to warn people that the can is going to expire and its life span left before it might be spoilt. Another would be to allow people to eat it up before the expire date so that it will not be wasted. So if love is without an expire date "printed" on it, how would people know when it has expired? When is it to "throw" away? I believe its only when that love has already "expired" and the after effect set in that one might then realize that the love has actually expire. Maybe that is also another form of beauty in this ambiguous situation. You never know when it will expired but you take faith and plunge in and simply hope for the best. Even as love "expired", the after effect of sadness, loneliness, pain can be another form of beauty. It is then you know that it is LOVE. A philosophical question: how to you know the food inside is can food? Cause of your five senses right? But how to you know that you are in love? And it is really love? The happiness, joy, romantic moments of both of you together? Maybe? Another perspective of answering this question is: when its over, you felt that pain, that sadness, that feeling that words can't describe, maybe it is become you have "eaten" (been) the "food" (love) and that love has expired and these feelings are an after effects. Then you know that you have truly been in love.

Therefore one should not be scared to be in love. Love is beautiful. Love is painful. Love is real. I believe that in one lifetime, one can be involved in many relationships and been so called "in-love" but how many is really love? I think to some of you, you will say that all your relationships are true love. But how do you know that it is really love? I remember my friend once told me this :"The person you love, the person who loved you and the person you married most properly will not be the same person." Maybe ba.... I don't know


I also have no idea why I can think of so much when I'm lazing in my bed this morning. The images of Chungking Express keep replaying itself in my head this morning... haha. Okay so much for this kind of emo thingy already...

Today my first day at class. Interesting to listen to two lectures in chinese. Excited that my life in NTU is about to start. Excited to meet new classmates. Excited to read and write chinese words that I never write before. Excited about the ambiguous future that lies ahead of me! A new life is just about to start. LET THE SHOW BEGINS!