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
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Can anyone communicate with everyone else in the same way, on the same level?
Tsk tsk.
Huh, anh zua? Ermz, like how leh? I mean, how to?
Pai kia! Ay yere, that guy very mean leh. Evil is the guy who should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed.
"I guess different pple needs different kinds of expressions," quipped a friend.
Felo-de-se denied? Taking of one's own life refused to some; but to others, it might be assumed to be an overbaked casserole, or sushi fish roe, or something.
Suicide say suicide la! Simi felo-de-se? Wah raoz!
But each word is a unique entity, with a special meaning, a nuance, however small, exists between it and other words.
Like a name. Jimmie.
Girl say girl la! Simi Jimmie! Wah raoz!
How's that possible? Jimmie's Jimmie. Jimmie's a girl, but she's not just a girl. She may be something more, or she can be something less. But she's definitely not JUST a girl. She is she, an individual, a solitary unit, with a character and personality of her own.
Words to me are like names. I have this urge and desire to know them for what they are, how they came to be, of what origins they sprung from, where they frequently pop up etc etc. Call me a spy if you like, but I do like etymology. And yes, I do read the dictionary/ thesaurus/ lexicon, for fun.
Words of power. Words of passion. Words of kindness. Words of spite.
Who can withstand, or even fully comprehend, my wild and whirling words, uttered with mad disdain?
Who can, and will offer gracious words to revive my drooping thoughts?
Who can spew forth words that draw life-blood from my heart?
Who needs honey-sweetened words to infuse new life in them?
Who will succumb to the folded meaning of my words' deceit?
Who deserves words, like daggers, to enter their ears?
Who asks for words to torment them so?
Content.
Intent.
Different situations, different moods, different people, different conversations, different chat windows basically, call for different words and tones and language.
It's not about categorizing, or compartmentalizing friends into different subgroups, select or reject for that matter, but really about how the words flow naturally to connect to the consciousness at the other end of the line. There're some people I feel bimbotic with, there're others I feel intellectual witih. Still some others, I show my weirdo inclinations.
Halt. Is it a matter of me portraying the image I wanna project, or is it a matter of perception by the other party?
"Slumber beckons" might sound innocent enough to some, yet to others, it's a total abomination of the English language. What the hell are you talking about man? Singaporeans speak Singrish! (paraphased) Ayes, of course, the alternative would be "wa ai koon liaoz". Or, "sleeping soon, gtg". Warning: A misuse of these language forms under unappropriate circumstances will lead to amusement or confusion of the audience.
Readers of this blog would inadvertently have grown used to the tone and voice behind all this irrational and at most times nonsensical ramblings. Hence the "differential treatment" (maybes). By reading this journal of a crazy girl you'd have seen the weirdest side of me.
