Love and Springtime
“who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves” by e e cummings
It is spring and a perfect time to be in love; to smile with no reason and be noticed that your eyes have a glow; to have to walk on air, almost constantly floating; to have someone to think of last thing before you close your eyes at night and first thing as you wake to a new morning. And Spring with its promise of new beginnings, compounds each moment ten-fold.
My friend is on cloud 9. She calls me up with all excitement to narrate to me the details of the latest phone call with a new beau. ‘Killer statements’, she’d emphasize some classic lines he may have spewed during the phone conversations that would last hours. Statements which were either ‘kilig’ or makes her anxious because it sounds so ‘serious’. She would then re-tell over lunch while another girlfriend and I would now analyze each section of the conversation and try to derive its ‘hidden’ meaning. Then we all giggle in glee while the rest of the population in the office cafeteria who are within earshot roll their eyes in disbelief.
This reminds me of high school crushes and first love during the teenage years - when love letters were dissected to its last bit of sense, ignoring the poorly crafted and grammatically challenged compositions but instead focusing on the subliminal meanings. When all the girlfriends were the experts on relationships and everyone gave their ten-cents worth.
"Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. "
Advise: Sound as though you’re interested. Don’t cut the conversation short to take another call or worse, say goodbye. He’d think he’s totally boring you to death and will be embarrassed to call again.
Therefore: Phone Call Number 2 lasted 2 hours and she timed it for the sake of the advise-giver.
Advise: (After he gives her his cell phone number) Call after the 5th time he calls. That ought to be a comfortable stage when you can already ring him up just to say ‘hello’. Also doesn't denote: I'm aggressive or desperate.
No result yet, last night was just the 3rd phone call.
Advise: Ask him to email you his picture so we can already settle this issue of what ‘salt and pepper’ look he really brandishes – does that mean 'still have hair but has some gray' or does it mean literally, mature-looking (nyek).
Unexpected: A friend who had initiated the match making has invited him to a party this coming weekend and so they’ll take a picture of him and send it to her. Yawza!
Advise: Don’t dwell so much on the details that were important in high school. Does it matter what school did he go to? Isn’t it more important that he makes a lot of money now?
Question: What school did he go to?
"Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late in life."
Love, falling in love and being in love doesn’t suit any specific age. I feel as much giggly and overwhelmed now with someone as with my first valentine at Grade 3. I go around Manhattan and watch in admiration couples in the winter of their years walking around holding hands or exchanging knowing glances from across a dining table. A little boy of about 4 blushing when his girl classmate takes his hand in a class excursion to Central Park.
Seeing someone experience new love, though, at the age when most of our friends are raising families implants hope to the heart of the one who is a spectator. "Love is always in the mood of believing in miracles." (J.C. Powys)
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves” by e e cummings
It is spring and a perfect time to be in love; to smile with no reason and be noticed that your eyes have a glow; to have to walk on air, almost constantly floating; to have someone to think of last thing before you close your eyes at night and first thing as you wake to a new morning. And Spring with its promise of new beginnings, compounds each moment ten-fold.
My friend is on cloud 9. She calls me up with all excitement to narrate to me the details of the latest phone call with a new beau. ‘Killer statements’, she’d emphasize some classic lines he may have spewed during the phone conversations that would last hours. Statements which were either ‘kilig’ or makes her anxious because it sounds so ‘serious’. She would then re-tell over lunch while another girlfriend and I would now analyze each section of the conversation and try to derive its ‘hidden’ meaning. Then we all giggle in glee while the rest of the population in the office cafeteria who are within earshot roll their eyes in disbelief.
This reminds me of high school crushes and first love during the teenage years - when love letters were dissected to its last bit of sense, ignoring the poorly crafted and grammatically challenged compositions but instead focusing on the subliminal meanings. When all the girlfriends were the experts on relationships and everyone gave their ten-cents worth.
"Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. "
Advise: Sound as though you’re interested. Don’t cut the conversation short to take another call or worse, say goodbye. He’d think he’s totally boring you to death and will be embarrassed to call again.
Therefore: Phone Call Number 2 lasted 2 hours and she timed it for the sake of the advise-giver.
Advise: (After he gives her his cell phone number) Call after the 5th time he calls. That ought to be a comfortable stage when you can already ring him up just to say ‘hello’. Also doesn't denote: I'm aggressive or desperate.
No result yet, last night was just the 3rd phone call.
Advise: Ask him to email you his picture so we can already settle this issue of what ‘salt and pepper’ look he really brandishes – does that mean 'still have hair but has some gray' or does it mean literally, mature-looking (nyek).
Unexpected: A friend who had initiated the match making has invited him to a party this coming weekend and so they’ll take a picture of him and send it to her. Yawza!
Advise: Don’t dwell so much on the details that were important in high school. Does it matter what school did he go to? Isn’t it more important that he makes a lot of money now?
Question: What school did he go to?
"Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late in life."
Love, falling in love and being in love doesn’t suit any specific age. I feel as much giggly and overwhelmed now with someone as with my first valentine at Grade 3. I go around Manhattan and watch in admiration couples in the winter of their years walking around holding hands or exchanging knowing glances from across a dining table. A little boy of about 4 blushing when his girl classmate takes his hand in a class excursion to Central Park.
Seeing someone experience new love, though, at the age when most of our friends are raising families implants hope to the heart of the one who is a spectator. "Love is always in the mood of believing in miracles." (J.C. Powys)