Thursday, July 13, 2006

the house

her falling for someone,

it is usually slow, subtle, curious, delicious.

the magnet didnt suddenly move over to a love chart

proclamations were not shouted in the city square

she just is. and she enjoys the falling,

the gravity-effect on the knees, the butterflies, the damaged brain,

the sudden fondness of stalking and anonymous-phonecalling;

20thC teen style.


but she had trouble with subtleness.

she thought the force of love was so grand,

that she believed a toilet grafiti confession could do the telling,

and last page scribbles on notebook could do the loving.

silenced like a sin, hooligans riot at heart.

oh, the grief. oh, the haunting; tortured-poet style.


but then she learnt the hardcore way.

so the next time she falls; she knows she

must exploit eye contacts, must release pheromones,

must scream the love out, must act in love.

because although less is more in this department,

apparently not giving a clue is Not giving a clue


so no, she's not too cool to fall in love.

if she was a house, she's OpenForInspection.

looking for a tenant to fill the blanks

only she insists not wanting any help from RayWhite or HockingStuart

not.. just yet

Posted by nidya at Thursday, July 13, 2006

Comments:
Lovely words, as usual. Even better. *glance with envy towards you* Is that for real and unimaginary? Or just another thought in an ordinary day?

Juicy goss for spare? :P
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 10:51 PM
 
haha, thx chie. hate to say this but.. yea, she refers to moi. i jus hope some people can relate to this 'public announcement'..

and oh, no juicy goss jus yet,but i can juice things up this year.. haha wish me luck ;)
# posted by Blogger nidya : 5:32 PM
 
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