2002-05-13 - 2:40 a.m.

The full moon's polished reflection in the waters has been the constant clock of every 15th day; luna... lunar... lunatic...

A symbol of both consistency and idiosyncracy. The very moon as sworn by the many Sharekespearean heroines, but yet as an afterthought, was dismissed as the inconsistent moon. Personified by Gabriel in its unspeculative nature, and juxtaposed by Bathsheba in its delightful mercurial effect.

The moon.

My cousin and I were drinking at Cosy Bay behind the Indoor Stadium. From the 3rd level, it offered an unspoiled view of the shiny orb in a sea of black (ehh, it's just a bloody canal cum river, but I can imagine right!). After knocking down 2 jugs of Heineken, gulped down no less, reason was lost and details were hazy.

With a nice gassy feeling in my stomach, what my cousin told was analogous to the moon as described: a contradicting collage of consistency and irrationality. Love is constant (haha!), feelings of the girl isn't. His story was the formulaic Singaporean BGR kind, those where the guy got lured into the crafty bitch's trap of 'come-and-get-me' and thereafter getting rejected in the end.

Dissing off a lovelorn drunk has this perverse inherent humor...

Cousin: Sex is not what I want... sex is not everything.

Me: It's something!

Cousin: It's been a year, and she's the only one I care about. She's the most beautiful/perfect girl I've met.

Me: Think I saw her at Zouk the other day, there are a few of them.

Cousin: U r a jerk.

Me: I didn't dump u...

It's idiotic really, all these negative Net Present Value investments called relationships. You wear your heart in front of her, armed with all the Taiwanese inspired proclamations of eternal love. She enjoys the attention and you get 'ee-oh-fied' (read the 'Donkey' entry for a glossary on the word 'ee-oh')... what if nothing comes out of it? The sworn consistency of love morphs into the unacceptable feelings of sorrow and regret. Next thing you'll do is to give your friends a call to go for an alcohol binge... I come into the picture here... and I'm sick of all these stories.

You love her from afar?

Kill this hormonal rush and voyeuristic behaviour in it's infancy for goodness.

You would like to know her better?

If not for sex, it's pointless...

As Reddy played on the word: ' RelationSHIT'. It's not gay nor anti-establishment behaviour that I'm advocating. But can't you lovefools just wise up? A rhetoric that goes begging all the time, thanks to the truism of the cliche that a sucker is born every minute.

The sorry sight of a drunk who feels incomplete, and mending his broken heart with alcohol is not something I welcome.

Pathetic.

Foolish.

... but yet AVOIDABLE

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