When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Friday, October 10, 2003
There're a million things going on in my mind now. I don't know which one to blog down first. Sometimes I wonder if everyone else thinks about irrelevant stuff as much as me. Cerebrate, cogitate, deliberate, reason, reflect, and speculate on possibly everything above and under the sun and moon.
I've got no idea what possessed me to think about one-night-stands on my bus trip back from S1A. But I did. And I think it's wrong. Not that I'm looking at things from a moral high ground, or that I'm being holier-than-thou from the nunnery on a hilltop where my angelic persona reside, but seriously, it's just wrong.
No one, or if I may correct myself, no GIRL, can handle that level of intimacy. Souls weaved together and bodies entwined in a double-edged embrace, where two becomes one. It can purportedly take a relationship, quoting a friend of mine, to "another level". "
To know a person emotionally, mentally, and physically, don't you think it's a beautiful thing?" he asked.
I found it hard to answer. Blame it all on a different culture. He's one big gigantic banana, period. Despite the fact that he claims he's only caught a foreign accent from the country he was born and bred in.
Ah.. turn back the hands of time to before the bus trip. Lab was over and done with in a jiffy today. Too fast. Waaaay too fast. It was supposed to occupy my entire morning and keep my mind off certain things, or issues, or wateva. To hell with it I didn't even manage to spill a drop of acetone today. Try as hard as I did I couldn't switch on the facultative bimbo mode in me. Serious. Intense. Quiet. Too quiet. That's pretty much me after an exhilirating emotional roller coaster ride. The thrill did successfully jumpstart the mugger engine in me. I mean, who writes a response paper on hemispheric laterality in thirty minutes?
Doinks.
Even tears are denied from my pathetic and maimed existence.
12:39 PM
