Lmao! Isn't that the truth!
Mental menstruations? Is this a time when ideas flow cohesively or when thoughts leak profusely? Either way, I do hope you have the appropriate verbal napkins for such a time as 'this'- (Liners, Thins, Heavy Flows [Maxi'mus Decimus Meridius], Overnights, and of course, the quintessential 'With Wings' that neither flap nor fly). Personally, I would have to ovulate er postulate that a 'mental menstruation' is the better malady than an emotional menopause.
'Deflector 'shields' up?' 'Aye, aye, captain.'
Cold (I am quite adept at generating 'heat.' All I need is a certain er…). Sorry got carried away.
After chancing upon a friend you haven't see in years, would you rather:
1. Exchange polite pleasantries over a cup of coffee?
2. Exchange phone numbers before parting on each your own way?
Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need ya
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Sokran, sadiqati. Lol! I'm enjoying this.
There was a time I memorized at least fifty common/popular Arabic expressions to make it easy on myself when I travel to the Gulf States. Now, I can barely remember most of them. Lughati al arabic laisat kama yajib.
Person above me, I love red/orange sunsets. At dusk, on most days of Summer, the western skies over Manila Bay explode in a melange of colors mostly red and orange, with delinquent streaks of juvenile gray and adolescent pink, creating a vision so glorious, the only thought to pervade the horizon of one's mind is of GOD.
I am well, person above me. Sitting here by my window overlooking my backyard, watching a solitary dove pick grains off the ground, under the Jack Fruit tree.
Hello person above me!
I did not go to the meeting because a certain loon told me to call and say I was 'indisposed' and then she dozed off, and kept me waiting, thinking she was coming back. I'd love to get my hands on her neck for a little bit even. Lol.
Mihallabiya! Lmao! I really need to get going on my deisre to learn Arabic. Each time you say something in Arabic to each other, you make me jealous. Sigh!
Lol! I am not evil buddha. I am Sexy-Sam. Uh-huh! I am going to grow me a goatee and wait for it to go grey. Lmao!
Person above me, I could never be upset with you, even if you would kick my precious lower self (not that you could reach, Lmao). How are you?
Fifteen all. Lol.
Er, I just 'swept' it. Please let me enjoy it for the moment. Lmao! Oh, and please watch the capitals, Miss. Thank you.
My 'tunnel' business was flourishing not so long ago, but then, I remember someone saying to me, 'When you are neck deep in ****, the first thing you do is to stop digging.' I have. But, I do carry a portable tunnel- fondly known by most as the 'misery of melancholic memories' or the 'agony of re-living the past.'
Desperate times call for desperate measures…Yes! I think that's how it goes. Keep dreaming woman. I intend to fight for the right to wield the red pen.
You are never alone…
For a Schizophrenic, those words may offer no comfort. He/she would probably say: 'Don't make me come in there and kick your ass.' However, if it was a person suffering from a Multiple Personality Disorder, it would be more like: 'Good morning. Thank you all for coming. The meeting is now in order.'
Tunnels…sigh! the worst of which is the one of our own making.
Corrections galore, eh? You still waiting to pounce on my mistakes and recover your red-pen? Don't you worry, it will soon be yours.