Friday, December 30, 2005
in your veins

have you ever had the odd sensation, as you go into the cinema, of being swallowed? you hand over your ticket, and step into a long carpeted darkness. wandering down the gullet of the cinema, you enter a theatre, rather like an intestinal chamber, where you proceed to view the assimilations of someone else's digested thoughts. when the screening is over, you leave via another dark corridor, and regurgitate what you have seen when you talk things over. fascinating, isn't it?

i'm starting to see how being with me can make a person feel like the sort of person who wants to bum around her whole life. i have the aura of a very slowly swirling clogged drain.

we watched narnia this morning. i really do like the music, especially the fact that they are almost completely instrumental. now, i'm not the bloodthirsty sort (contrary to popular belief), but i rather enjoyed the battle, mainly because of the fantastic and rousing music. funnily enough, a line from buffy sprang to mind when edmund got stabbed and peter became almost maniacal with anger - love isn't brains, children, it's blood. blood screaming in your veins to work its will. and when i saw his sheer passion, i couldn't help thinking about how true it is. blood. passion. love. love is instinctual, isn't it? it's the mother who runs to catch her falling child, even if she is a block away and logically would be too late. it's the inexplicable attraction that is the soulmate principle. it's passion, that fire that starts in an instant and never dies, and passion isn't always explainable. love isn't brains, is it? you can't tell yourself to love, or not to love, it just is. it's like energy; indestructable. but i still think that a little brains need to be involved in moderating what flows in your veins. if we functioned purely on our flawed instincts, we wouldn't be any better than animals, would me?

anyway, we took a bumboat ride down the river in the afternoon. it was pretty interesting, except for the bits when the driver decided to put on some tourist tape that included a horrifyingly bad poem on the singapore river. go figure. i would like to live under the bridge. or on a sampan. i rather like the rocking motion, and the way the sun sparkles on the water, and how everything just feels so cyclical and eternal at the same time. flowing, flowing. after that, we attempted to walk from the esplanade to town. my shoes were bothering me, so i walked barefoot. we made it as far as the ymca. not bad, considering the slight drizzle and wet ground. van, we should do it again! just follow wherever the road leads, stop and eat when we're hungry, and just keep walking. let's put it on the list, right under wild wild wet =D

by the way, hallmark cards lie. there is no such thing as human love lasting forever. because forever suggests no beginning or end, and that is humanly impossible. i will still, however, love my friends as long as it is humanly possible, and will deign to include the usage of the word 'forever' when the sentimental need requires.

blood screaming in your veins to work its will
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