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
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Once again I stare at the sight before me from my "throne room". It seems like yesterday when he spoke of my aerie as a "throne room", and I am Queen Nerdette. Shades of green, shades of grey.
It must be a beautiful sunset. It has to be. A split second after I drew up my blinds and was awed by the magnificence of it all, Al texted me to share the exact same sentiments. A flawless pulchritude. A beauty that brings one to his or her knees. So simple, yet so powerfully and hauntingly beautiful. Even as I type now I'm amused by the sight of Andy standing at the staircase visible from my window taking pictures (of the sunset I hope *evil grin*). Funny. I was shooting with my faithful Canon V2 just a moment before. Seems like I'm not the only die-hard romantic around.
Shades of green, shades of grey. More grey and blue than green now. Al just texted me again. He said the clouds have returned, and so will he. To the dread and ?dreggs? and ?droggs? of school. Impressive guy. He's always struck me like an onion. With each layer being peeled off, I see more of him, and each layer is deeper and more intriguing than the previous. I'll always remember his sudden statement about taking me away and planting me at a place where I can be free. The bittersweetness of it all. How can one be rooted and freed at the same time? =) And his inordinate love for Don McLean's Starry Starry Night. And the book he shared with me - The Giving Tree.
You honour me with your acquaintance with me, my friend. You are brilliant. =)
Indulgence. There are so many things for one to indulge in. I love indulging in the extreme sweetness of my Snicker bars, not that I really like them all that much, but they're good nutrition for someone staying miles (alright I'm exaggerating) away from civilization. I indulge in the sun, the sea, the pool, the shower, and more recently, scent.
A few days ago I sprayed a quarter bottle of Kenzo all over my room, among mountains of stuffed toys, in my cupboard, on my bed, and in my drawers. Psst psst psst. A youthful, light fragrance that reminds one of watermelons and tropical fruits. I read a comment somewhere in Cleo or other trashy magazines a long long time ago that this guy found it extremely tasty. Hmm. A perfume. Tasty. Hmm.
But that's Kenzo. I've been trying to use up that bottle for ages. It's bubbly, it's cute, but it's so not me. The only time I'm in the mood to wear it would be at the pool or at the beach, when I'm clad in only my bikinis. Tropical, you see. =) But I feel weird in it anywhere else. Why should anyone wanna smell like a giant walking watermelon in a seminar room? What would the poor soul sitting next to me think? Would he or she be tempted to sink his or her teeth into a juicy watermelon?
Today I took my indulgence one step further. I misted my cupboard with Estee Lauder's Pleasure. The sparkling edition. It makes me feel a lil' more grown up, slightly more than Clinique's Happy, and very very much more than Moschino's OH!. Pleasure can only lose out in terms of the maturity level it makes me feel to Lancome's Miracle. Miracle's so overpowering it knocks me out sometimes. Ah, my fault, coz I like to overload my senses with scents. Miracle makes me feel... womanly? Prolly because of its more pronounced bottom note of jasmine and amber musk. Musky. That's right. It's musky. Almost animistic, if you strain to detect the muskiness within.
And there's always my aromatherapy lamp. The fresh top notes of dunno what. Aikes. A friend got me this scent and I can't make out what it is coz the label's torn off together with the price tag. Doinks. Add a mug of sizzling Diet Coke with lemon and Voila! A perfect way to indulge.
P.S. I have a surprise for someone. And I wanna keep it a surprise. I must. I MUST!
6:19 PM
