Can We Just Stop And Talk Awhile?

Lea Salonga - Can We Just Stop And Talk Awhile

Fancy meeting you alone in the crowd
Couldn't help but notice your smile
While everybody else around us is going about
Can we just stop and talk awhile?

I've been often told our world's growing old
And that friends are harder to find
Do tell me more about yourself
We could share a thought or two
Now who would mind?

Maybe then we could go for a ride
Drive down to the countryside
Get away from the gray
And frenzied hurly-burly of the city life

Early yet to say what lies ahead
It's the first day of the rest of our lives
Can we just stop and talk awhile
Get to know each other
Who are we to know?
Love could be waiting at the end
'Round that bend and so
Let's stop and talk awhile

Let's stop and talk awhile

20:28. I've been home for almost three hours. I'm soaking in every minute of this evening, for it's been over two weeks since I've been home before nightfall. Almost every day since the HTM Olympics, I've arrived home with only enough time for a shower and a little blogging, before my brain goes on auto shutoff mode.

So, post dinner with my aunt and dad, I sat at the dining table, losing myself in my newly-borrowed Nora Roberts novel and my bar of Fruit&Nut chocolate. The late evening breeze and familiar smell of my neighbour's cooking wafting through the open windows made me appreciate the solitude and my much-needed alone time. Many of life's pleasures are often free. :) (Retail therapy excluded of course, lol.)

As I sat there absorbed in the novel, oblivious to the tv in the background, a little of the self I'd lost in the recent drama-saga steeped into me. My mind's a jumble when I have to put this weird sensation into words. Some phrases of mambo jumbo I hope will explain my point are: burnt orange sunset; thai cuisine; fisherman pants; ethnic cushions; scented candles.
There. My complex mind unravelled. Lol.

Anyway here I am, savouring the two hours of freedom I have before I have to turn in. It's my Saffron proficiency test tomorrow, and I am not at all confident. Haven't got the drive to read up or prepare myself more though - I have zero intention of doing well in SSM. F&B? Nah. Haha!

I've finally had the time to remove my faded nail polish, as well as to put a pore pack and face mask on. Much needed TLC for my body. And the pure satisfaction of seeing the dirt trapped in my pores as I rip off my pore pack is indescribable. It's one of my sinful indulgences, studying the whiteheads on the pore pack. Hah, I'm starting to sound like a freak.

Did a little impromptu shopping after brunch, and I got this pair of straw and coconut shell slip-ons for ten bucks. And someone bought me a pair of turquoise three-quarter drawstring pants. Delightful. Thank you. :)

I love the song. -gestures up- I like to interpret it as taking things slow, and focusing on the simple pleasures instead of being bent on falling in love.
One example I can think of would be a man taking time to talk to a lady, getting to know her soul, instead of taking her straight to bed. Lol.

I dig Filipino music. Makes me think of Bali. Check out Jose Marie Chan and Lea Salonga. They're my favourites. :)

Time to hit the shower, before snuggling in bed to devour the second story in the novel. The MacKade Brothers - Shane. Yum.