King Kongs

Watched King Kong yesterday 12.30am... with uncle and cousins. I thought it would suck watching a movie that two version of it, i had watched and criticized when i was very small.But I thought wrong. We always see differently, its a part of growing. A journey where we lose parts of ourselves and gain newer parts as we go.

Note: Watched the movie again with Pala and Shalini. Thanks for sponsoring the ticket Pala!

Couldn't help thinking about how what kong(not you mun hork or mun heng) went through resembled us. We don't want to be alone yet thats where we ll end up cause we will never be understood fully. Thats why we struggle to protect what makes us feel safe knowing it might be insufficient? Is it Love. companionhood or ...? What is it?

Also: From an existentialist's point of view, Kong like us, are resposible for the consequences of the actions that we take. Kong was responsible for his own death.If not entirely, mainly.

We give it all thinking its worth something but it only ends up the opposite or probably doesnt even begin to end. We all die off in the end whether we like it or not. We are kongs inside. We are too attached to the "beauty" in this world we are blinded by it... Beauty is nothing real... Just like life.

" It wasn't the airplanes, It was beauty that killed the beast...", Mr.Denham.

I am Kong. (Actually it is sorta my surname also.)