Friday, December 10
i thought about this yesterday. well actually while vank and i were talking. about falling in love. the great thing about major exams is that you always get fantastic ideas while trying to study for them.. and after them.. you try to pluck at the threads of your ideas.. and get broken strands. ahh well.
falling in love. here are three stages:
falling in love. falling
in love. and falling in
love. see the difference? first you
fall. mostly hard and fast and completely. i suppose it really does feel like you're falling.. i wouldn't know now would i, being sweet sixteen and never-been-kissed-and-proud-of-it? you know people should specify the never-been-kissed bit. have caught air kisses and been kissed on the cheek, but well we're all girls here. back to falling. falling.. uncontrollably, unstoppably and probably way too fast into a seemingly endless chasm. and then. you reach the second stage, where you have fallen
in love. you're in it. having fallen so hopelessly into the pit you accidentally stepped into.. you discover.. you could drown. which is a pretty bad idea. third stage. swim. swim. and swim some more. now you've fallen in
love you have to work to keep it going. and most people drown. then get sucked under. the stronger ones end up on the road again, all ready to step into the next hole. but sometimes.. you swim.. and it gets easier.. you can breathe normally.. you still have to keep kicking a bit, but it's worth it.. because you're swimming among dolphins with the sapphire sea touching the clear blue sky at the horizon and glassy waves everywhere. honestly, as romantic as it sounds, i am afraid of the ocean.
i know i'm painting this in a really bad light, but i had a hard day at work that i will not talk about, and i just got back from carolling practice. i must never fall. ooh incidentally the song 'truly madly deeply' came to mind. it's beautiful. i do love it.. and.. the trouble with songs is that they tend to make you believe them. that romance exists. that it can be yours. and then the next song is heartbreak lullaby. hee. =) my parents' bbq tmr, my father thinks i'm a firestarter. as in the thing you throw into the pit. i'm the fire starter for the day, meaning i start the fire, i don't get thrown in. sometimes we communicate on different frequencies. but my mother got it. oh well. and i have to be nice to the younger ones. hmmm. *sets herself to 'nice' mode* will do. will obey. will shut up. will smile. will not set any irritating ppl on fire.
it must've been love.
11:36 pm
xoxo
