Monday, March 21, 2005

Stardust

Many changes taking place on the personal level... i think i'm growing up at last (yes, so it's whenever am depressed i just say am growing up :))
One thing i really hate, when i'm talking to someone about what i feel and why i feel it, and he/she says "i understand" (it's usually a he actually!).. no you dont understand so dont pretend to.. let me speak it out even if you understand.. it's like you're telling a story and someone keeps trying to guess the ending.. you feel like "will you let me finish the damn thing?" :))

hmmm.. enough about that... sometimes ba2a when am real low and in the "can only go up from here" mood, i sms this friend of mine (name withheld for political reasons).. just like on Valentine's when i remembered certain promises... it's weird how sometimes you just can talk to someone without them needing to know anything about you before.. so i tell him about my Valentine depressions, about a person who said i imagined stuff :) and he promises me to kick his ass :) and it's cool.... next day i get a very nice belated birthday gift.. a mini-basket, a bracelet, and a wheat thingie (i forgot its name, but i remember it related to corn not wheat weirdly enough).. i cherish gifts like that.. the wheat thingie was chipped from the bottom (and was chipped again while i took it) and its imperfection made me cherish it even more... of course, this is all in a "sisterly" fashion (we made this word up!)
hmmmm.... Maybe we _really_ were siblings before!

w eih kaman.... hmmmm i think i have a committment phobia... but i think the reason it doesn't show is that i never get to the point where it should show.. it always ends before that with me holding on to it.. this is a long issue, and it's not for public access anyway :)


One day you’ll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You’ll feel that you're close to some mystery
In the moonlight and everything shatters
You feel as if you’ve known her all your life
The world’s oldest lesson in history

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing do I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing’s end

~Sting [Until] (from the Kate & Leopold ST)


p.s. yes yes nothing is related to each other here, but it's cool.

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