listening to: tim tamashiro - my romance; thinking of: james ingram - one hundred ways

almost perfect weekend
fri - a nice stack of discounted books from borders, late night movie with a
sat - breakkie at bedok hawker centre, 2 exhibitions at expo, fairly satisfying lunch at csc, rent with shu, church with mum and sis followed by a chat over tea
sun - 3 hours of nice cycling at east coast - worked up a comfortable sweat - twist of fate followed by v tea room (sinful chocolatey choc chip drink and shared bailey's cream cake) with sab, dinner at aunt's, seeing my current bao beis - my nephew and niece - listening to a cd of quincy jones' works, funny chummy chat with my cousins..

whether joy or sorrowful, the heart needs a double, because a joy shared is doubled and a pain that is shared is divided - unknown

the yearning runs deeper and deeper...
let some see it as a sign of weakness.
i have little choice now,
but to accept it as the natural course of things,
an unsolved mystery of the universe -
a rite of passage for ancient man.

whether it leads me to drift upwards,
past the hopeful clouds,
to where a thousand suns shine and guiltless birds sing;
or brings me down low, down and down beyond despair,
to the place where even angels cry while mortals weep...

let it come... let it come...
better than the days which fade into night,
and the nights that splinter into question upon question upon question...

.....................................
my romance doesnt have to have a moon in the sky
my romance doesnt need a blue lagoon standing by
no month of may, no twinkling stars
no hide aways, no soft guitars

my romance doesnt need a castle rising in spain
nor a dance, to a constantly surprising refrain
wide awake, i can make my most fantastic dreams come true
my romance doesnt need a thing - but you
my romance doesnt need a thing but you...