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, December 05, 2003
mood: lethargic
music: Starry Starry Night - Don McLean
Mom once gave me a piece of advice on guys:
"When a guy likes you, even if you want the moon, by hook or by crook, he'll get it for you.
Likewise, when a guy doesn't like you anymore, you may have to put the moon back up into the sky yourself."
(Why do I have the feeling that Blazing will cut and paste the above quotation and elaborate it in his blog? Hmmmm.. *wink*)
Whoah. Hee. That's Mom. My Mom. Always full of the crankiest and most unexpected advice. Yet always true and every bit has this creepy ability to linger around in my subconsciousness to haunt me. Boo.
It's ridiculously easy to come out with excuses for NOT doing certain things. And I'm getting increasingly proficient at it by the day.
No more running, no more swimming. Bye bye to lean, mean, ruff, tuff, buff, tanned, toned bod soon-to-be. I am getting fat, and fair, and flabby, and lethargic, and slothy, and squishy and squashy and gooey.
Soon. Soon I'll start on my exercise regime again. SOOOOooon. (I hope.)
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Just read one of the "nice, touching story" bulletins a friend posted on Friendster.
In his exact words, "this is a very very touching story... 1st time i read, i teared halfway tru... second i read i still teared...hope everyone out there is as understanding as this man."
But I didn't tear. Neither did I flinch at the twist and turn of events in the tear-jerker. Am I desensitized? Maybes.
The tee-vee, video, movies, novels, short stories, net stories, and yardle yardle yardle have opened the floodgates of human emotions and exposed everyone to blasts of recounts of blood, tears and sweat. So much so that, in my humble opinion, our minds have chosen to shut out the truth and morals embedded in these stories. We don't see the simplicity and beauty of the story anymore, all that's glaring at us are triteness and banality. "It's the same old story, again? Come on, I can predict the end before I'm even halfway through!"
It's taking more and more effort to break into the little mental fortress that everyone has built nowadays. Does violence and fantasy, blood and gore of this day and age rule over the pirates and adventures of Never Never Land of the yesteryears? It seems to be. The MTV generation. Whoah.
I'm still waiting for my Peter Pan. Well, at least sometimes. I can be overly pragmatic and grounded to terra firma at all other times, but there are certain lapses in my rationality when I do fervently wish that I could spread my wings and fly up to the firmanent, touch the clouds and feel the celestial wind on my face. I do. I hope I still will as I grow up, or rather, grow OLDer.
