A voice was heard in Ramah.

This cat is HDB approved.

rules and exceptions.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

9:20 PM

Today was simply guiltly self-indulgence - caught my first English movie of the year, He's Not That Into You. Totally chick flick stuff for the hopelessly romantics out there who fancy chance encounters that are totally life-changing. The sensitive guy is rather good looking ((: But I would love to read the book as well so I can compare the differences. Lunched at Carls', whoa what a humungous burger you have Mr Wolf! I really enjoyed the movie loads, because I am a sucker for sweet entanglements of the heart, and mushy reunions - but what really hit me most was that happiness isn't necessarily derived from another person, but comes within yourself and that sometimes simply moving on can spark that joy internally (: Gelares and Starbucks thereafter, not a particularly big fan of sweet stuff, but today was an exception because of the sweet company - thank you for the great time today, Nikki and Meena. I went home a content little girl albeit the failed clothes hunting. Sweet smses, thank you Aru aka lunch partner for remembering me on Monday, and to Slacker for reminding me not be down.

Tell me gypsy girl, with your swishing skirts of summer. Your pretty trinkets that adorn your framed face and those big soulful eyes that contain many a weeping willow's story. Tell me, what you see when your gaze into that crystal ball of yours. Unveil the future, gently blow away the wispy night clouds that engulf that little future. Read your tarot cards wisely, gypsy girl, delve into the possibility each sign beholds. Do you see a hooded stranger in the rain, faceless as the commutors, a lone figure waiting for something that may never happen? Or perhaps, Death in his magnificent moment, a persistent courtship with a damsel whose delicate ways proved a most irrestible temptation. Maybe, just maybe, you could see Fate, gentle and smiling, her sweet embrace. Or even the noble warrior of Time, a knight in shining glory as the razor sharp blades of his arrows caught up with His victims. Yet you remain silent, eyes unseeing, gaze unflinching as your calmly hold me captive. You are as vague as half written letter.

But perhaps, I would not want to know the future myself. Because I know not how I would deal with it even if I did.