It was meant to be

Psyche: Do you think I tease?
Amor: Umm... who, me? Well, I'm too huge for you to really tease me and get away with it.
Psyche: No, I mean...do you think I am a tease; that I flirt, caper around a bit much?
Amor: You just called yourself a magnet and me a metal head. Does that count? (Pause) Actually, if I hadn't known you better, I would have thought that to be a pitiful attempt at picking me up.
Psyche: What would have been appropriate then?
Amor: How about...I travelled half way around the world to finally find myself in your arms. Keep me.
Psyche: (Throws her head back and calls him a loser)

It happened then. I smiled. He smiled back at me. I scrunched my nose at him, a little playfully, a little amorously. A dainty wink my way he threw. We walked away, as great friends.
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cupid's arrow went astray,
and in my arms eternally he lay.

The painting used is Amor and Psyche, 1907 by Edvard Munch.

The friend speaketh...

So I asked my dear friend to peek into my blog and let me know her thoughts. The truth was revealed - boring followed by a hyena like laugh poking fun at the fact that the blog's home to 4 posts in 2 years! "So much in such little time?" her retort to my screwy face looking longing at her for a positive review. (all this on gTalk - FYI)

Well, Voltaire says that the secret of being a bore is to say everything! So where do i begin and where do i draw the line?

3 posts in less than 24 hours though... must say I'm making progress.

I have been contemplating quite a few topics for this blog but either they are too political or too personal. I guess a mix of the two with a little from my phantasy world, peppered with reviews, music, food and movies would do me a world of good.

Wish me luck please.

a thought...

This world is back to being a supercontinent - a socio-economic-multicultural-multilingual Pangaea held by the threads of globalisation. So are we headed towards another Jurassic period?

Too loud

Self: *shrug*
1st voice in head: stop saying shrug
Self: shrug (sticks her tongue out)
2nd voice in head: shrug (forgets to stick tongue out!)

this is what happens when i don't write for too long and have none to talk to. While the first voice is always ready with that mild rebuke and gladly takes on every opportunity to chide, the second just playfully copies everything the self does! pssh to both! its 11.34 - go sleep!