Friday, June 24, 2005

The Little Things That Define Greater Things

I was walking home alone after enjoying my Soy Milk from Selegie Soy Bean Stall (Best stall for Soy Milk I tell you) when I just had some thoughts in my mind, thoughts which I often ponder upon but never really gathered enough effort to pen it down. And I feel the need to do so right now, even though I'm supposed to be mugging for my History Paper tomorrow. Actually the main flame was sparked by 2 passerbys, and they happen to be a couple. I saw them talking to each other without looking at the other party, but at the same time they were holding hands. It really made me think, really.

I often ponder about the little things that we do which mean something much more, or at least in the case of me. Little things which I think most people won't give more than half a damn about. But never belittle them, because they possess a meaning so deep and colossal, that I really am risking my candy ass writing this at this very moment. These are things which I often find myself doing, in hope that the receiver would take notice of, but are often regarded as normal actions, or just common nothings.

1. Keeping direct eye-contact
Of late, I often find myself making a constant effort to keep a constant eye-contact to the people whom I classify are of exceptional importance in my life. I'm not trying to be selfish here, but bimbos and stupid people just don't belong to this genre. I began to find myself being particularly rude when I speak to a particular someone on the bus without looking at her eyes. I'm not sure if its because I just loved looking at her eyes, or because I simply just cannot stand being flawed in front of her.
I'm not fake nor hypocriptical, I'm just trying to make the best of myself. And I do not just keep a constant eye-contact with her, I'm making such an effort to many people in fact, even my classmates or even passerbys.
Many would agree, but few would actually work on it. Sad, but true.

2. Keeping close proximity
I've found myself to be, uncontrollably wanting to sit nearer and even lift the fucking arm rest to just embrace her during the movies. But of course, I don't, have not, and I doubt I will ever have the chance to. I find myself doing things like trying to lean my head nearer to her, because the physical closeness provides me with a feel in my heart, not one I would call orgasmic, but one which I would call comforted.
I find myself doing things like tyring to whisper into her ears, because the smell of her hair and slight chance she might whisper back into my ears keeps me on. Many would agree, but few would actually work on it. Sad, but true.

3. The constant flow of SMSes & complains of sleepless nights
When somebody constantly floods you with SMSes about the slightest things that is occuring in his/her life, you might want to take some time off and consider if the other party is interested in you, only if he/she is of an opposite sex definitely.
When somebody constantly tells you how he/she has been having sleepless nights, and regularly tells you but noone else about it, you might want to take some time off and consider if the other party is interested in you, only if he/she is of an opposite sex definitely.
Many would agree, but few would actually work on it. Sad, but true.

4. Hooking you up for dates, indirectly
No, really.
At times like this, you would really want to see her all the time.
At times like this, you find yourself to have the best imagination in your entire damned life. Like asking her if she wants to go for a movies although you know that unknowingly and knowingly her dear friends will tag along too.
At times like this, you realise you have no interest in doing anything much, and you relate emo-punk songs to her, lyrics seem to be shouting to you because you are thinking of her, dreaming of her. You just fucking want her, damnit.
Many would agree, but few would actually work on it. Sad, but true.

5. You steer clear of swear-words
Holy cow, Ivan avoiding swear-words?!??!
That's like the cows flying to North American, to Cuba and back to Singapore.
That's like the birds suddenly knowing how to poop properly in cubicles.
That's like Starbucks finally decide to give me a V.I.P. card as a regular patron.
That's like McDonald's realising their French Fries are oily and deciding to use Olive Oil to fry their French Fries for the French Fries eaters.
That's like SarongPartyGirl realising she should quit being a SarongPartyGirl and become a Philosophy Author instead.
That's like Ivan probably in love.

Many would agree, but few would actually work on it. Sad, but true.

Because, the truth is, in the face of it, I am one of those few.
The few who would actually work on it.

Sad, But true.

posted@9:17 PM

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