Some Quote from "Dance with me"

On this night, slightly high on alcohol and cig smoke, i decided to pen this down. Some thoughts going through the mind... as to why the sudden emotion... i just cannot put a finger to it...

I remember a meaningful quote from the movie "Dance with me". The scenario is two person sitting in a pub chatting. One is a hired detective, male, divorced. Another is the client, married, attractive female.

Guy ask,"I figured that you would be someone romantic. I keen to know why you married the man you are with now. Out of passion? Out of need? Or just there's no one better?"

Lady looks deeply into his eyes, pondering. "I married the man because of need. However, not the need to follow social norms. Not for fulfilling the maternal needs of having kids. And definitely not for sex."

"At some point of our lifes, we just know that though we lived today, and numerous of tomorrows, it will all come to an end. We just fade away in pages of history, unremembered and forgotten. A spark diminished."

"But my partner is my witness. Acknowlegement to my life. Oversees my everything. When we sworn our vows. It's a promise to each other that we will remember each other. In the world where trillions existed, there's one that witness my life, he's my legacy, our children is our legacy. Memories that stays beyond life."

"That is worth living for, dying for. I live for that."

*This is not the exact quote from the movie. Just some meaning to it that I remembered. For deeper understanding... stay tuned to channel 5~ for "Dance with me"... Warning: the wait might be long and frustrating, emotional stress may be inevitable, consult your doctor when side effects are detected.

List of possible symptoms:
1. Dancing into wee hours of the night. Even tried to entice the police, who have been called in by irritable neighbours, to dance. Dance with me you would say.
2. You would be glued to the tvs, many tvs on at the same time, each featuring a different channel. The paranoid in you, browsing all channels to make sure you wouldn't miss the show... er... when the media corps finally decided to take pity on you and broadcast the film.... Could have check the papers but didn't.
3. Waking in the middle of the night, proclaiming to no one in particular that you have a crush on Richard Geres. Positively think that he is hotter than Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman". Still positive when asked the second time. Note: This symptom is not restricted by gender differences.

Rest of the symptoms are too numerous for research, basically anything adnormal are symptoms. I urge immediate medical attention.

To avoid undue emotional stress as describled above, vcd/dvd rental will be efficient, less of a hassle and thus recommended.*

Interview with Venus

I just finished lunch with two colleagues of mine, sitting at the couch chilling out. Somehow we got on to the topic of the birds and the bees.

A short introduction on my two friends, lady Y is a self-professed lesbian currently attached with, I must put as, a hot chick. Lady A is straight, unattached, a very independent woman (notice how being independent puts distance from the opposite sex?).

Lady Y happens to be reading CLEO, and chanced on this article on Singaporean women being clingy…

Lady Y: “Hey guys, this is interesting. Are Singaporean women being to clingy to their spouses?” she said out loud, pointing at the article.

“Pass me that.” I took a quick glance at the article. It’s a lot of details, and to summarise, basically about guys lamenting on how their girlfriends controlling them, demanding everything… time, space and soul blah blah blah… this ex was like this that etc… you get the point.

“Not true lor. Guys are the same what. In fact I think guys are more possessive lor! It’s almost impossible for girls to hangout without having to put up with their annoyance.” Lady A retorted.

Wooh… suddenly I feel the pressure on me. Being the only guy in the vicinity, it seems that the burden of clarifying to these poor misguided souls the MEANING of “clinginess” lies on my shoulder. Ladies, you have sorely misunderstand the male population here man… Now listen…

“Hey” I said with little smug on the face “Being clingy is not being possessive lor. There is a world of difference.”

“Women are clingy, in the sense they need assurance and pampering all the time. They want men to say nice thing about them, talk to them and do stuff for them etc.”

“Guys are not like that~! Guys want their girls to stay by their side, and that is being possessive. They want to know where you are, who you are with because it’s a man’s protective instincts kicking in. But not expecting girls to fuss about them... because they want the room to do their own things…or do some thinking. In fact fussing the guys will only get them hot and bothered, that’s not gonna help. There is a difference in the two though I can’t say which is better”

“Well… true…” lady Y hesitates “But I still think girls are better! Easier to get along than guys.”

“Yeah lar, but end of the day the girls need the guys lar.” Lady A covers her face with the mag. “I still like guys… Shawn Yue’s the best!!!……blah blah blah”

And the rest of it was blocked out of the mind. Rubbish is meant to be cleared out of the mind, not to be input. Still feeling happy about scoring some points for giving some insight to the female populaces about the “virtue” of men, I shifted in ease back to sleep.

There we call to an end of another episode of Mars VS Venus, the never ending story. Period.

Waiting

Rain is pouring down hard. I sat under the bus shelter, waiting... Suddenly thinking of all this time I spent... simply waiting… for some occurrence, some changes in my life, for someone to walk into it… or maybe for some becoming. Which is which, however I not sure. Life is confusing and I’m confused about life.

Maybe it’s the lack of motivation in life. Maybe the boredom in life (not tired of living though). Maybe it’s nothing. Just a bad day I told myself. Move on…

In a mind's eye...

There is a girl standing with me... Her long hair falling casually across her face and shoulders... The cool sea breeze brought her sweet fragrance to the air... As she closed her distance, ripples broke the clear surface, sending trembles to my heart...

Her chestnut brown eyes stared with intensity into me, but I could read nothing in them... I could hear, feel her breath... It fills my blood with adrenaline. I yearn to touch those lips with mine, yet I recoiled at their approach. Stark pain streaked across her pale face... but the pain is mine.

My heart threatens to break apart, held on only by hingles of vain hope... Love grows, as my source of nourishment... for I know though we will never be, she will always be there for me. Love shatters, filling my deeps of despair... for we could never love or be loved.

My Love, you will eternally be... a ghost living in my mind. Withering in the breeze, braving ravaging storm, undying in non-existence, emptyness in reality. Only in dreams shall we meet, in the form of pain and suffering...

Day of an inspired morning

I can't believe this... I opened an blog account and left it empty... hanging there... not knowing what to write ages ago(some time in jan)...

Now typing on a boring morning(technically afternoon, but I just had breakfast so...), my first log...

All this because of some silly sars joke I read last night.... so much for compassion...

Still, as the same.... not knowing what to write... sux! So what about just a big HELLO!!