I'm in Love...

Hi there again... Now i hope to digress at the beginning so as to share with you a story i heard some time back. I assure you that it is very relevant to the title... To be more frank, it is relevant to folks who are browsing "strange" thoughts in their minds after just paying "eye service" to the title... what? the story is relevant to all of you reading now? tsk tsk...

Once there was a sizeable pharmaceutical company hiring. Despite its size and financial clout, the board of directors decoded that all they wanted for that work year's hiring exercise was 5 researchers. No more no less... the task of inviting, sussing out the applicants' potential as well as the final decision to recruit was to rest firmly on the shoulders on one veteran professor in the ranks of the researcher. This particular fella immediately set out on a mission to craft out a question paper. By the week's end, local newspapers were bulging with entries (as usual) but with one ubiquitous one as well.. It went like this, " Dear all, our company is hiring 5 credible people as researchers. Besides the usual qualifying academic criteria, the candidate would also have to sit for an entry examination"

Perhaps it was the buzz and novelty of the "entrance examination" or it could be attributed to the economic downturn then, the Company 's premises were thronged with people... There were people from all walks of life. But surely there was something oddly similar about all of them, an air of erudition seems to emanate straight out of them. It was easy to infer thus, that they were schooled in highly championed Institutes.

The examination then began sharply at 10 am. The veteran professor shocked everyone by asking them to complete the hundred-question-paper within 10 minutes. It was an insurmountable task even for the likes of these intellects! 10 minutes quickly ended... The rank and file noisily shufled out of the make-shift examination hall. Every now and then, there would be one or two voices loudly groaning about the fact that he or she barely completed the paper. One week later the results were out. As expected, most flunked. But 5 Champions did make it! As it turn out, the mention of the 10 minutes time limit led to too many people placing overt emphasis on the time factor-they just rushed headlong into the body of the paper in an attempt to blaze through... Only the 5 chums read throught the entire paper and saw the 97th question read, " just answer the last 3 questions will do..."

I never meant my digression to be so long so forgive that please... I watched Tim Burton's Corpse Bride last weekend. It was entertaining all right but there was one thing, i emerged from the theatre with a very heavy heart. It felt as if gloom descended on me with no warning... Like the visual and audio effects when the character in Diablo II is cursed ( you guys should know right?) However i got to stress that it's got nothing to do with the movie, i like it very much thank you. After all, this thing happens whenever i listen to sentimental songs and read really heartfelt passages in books... After some discussion with "T"asper i mean jasper(get the hint?), i wrongly diagnosed myself of having a condition whereby i'm unable to create a distinct boundery between the real world and the surreal world of the story.

When i went home that night.. to be exact, the next morning 12am, i decided to for once, plumb the murky depths of my heart in sobriety. (a spanner pls...) After some time spent on understanding my innate going-ons and with some help with the keeper of my mind, i concluded that i was in love... But the problem here is that the object of my love is not a real person, i'm serious here will yew? I recalled that i have had a recurring dream for a very long time... In that dream, i was in courtship with a wonderful girl... it was really simple and true love. i've never felt so happy before. My mother was worried cos i was smiling frequently in my sleep... However the dream always had a terrible ending, suddenly in cinderella fashion, she would just release my hands and run with streaming tears towards the MRT Station (which one i'm not sure, the settings were a bit out of this world...) I ran and ran in pursuit but she was gone when i reached the platform...

I awoke with a heavy heart after the dream, everything just dreary to me. Like i just have been jilted or something... A very strange phenomenon. I could never recall off hand, her facial features to my chagrin... I concluded that plus the dream as part of my investigation, i was indeed in love with a surreal dream girl. It is not exactly one with superb features or whatever. In fact, it seems logical now to me as i always thought my behaviour strange since i conducted myself in public as if i was in love. But the whole affair seems a tad controversial. Now here was i, in love with a girl, someone who is faceless. She seems to be my side all the time yet it feels as though she was someplace far away waiting for me. Now comes the shocking part. I know that some people have been questioning my relationships with Marleen. I'm going to be very frank here. Okay, she is a very good friend of mine at this point in time. Sometimes, i do acknowledge that i do crazy things. I guess that that is my sub-conscious behind it all.. Somehow, it tried to put a face to my faceless dream girl and it just happens that we are very close friends, that's all. But it's definitely not her, at least i say this very firmly at this point of time. It's pointless to make extrapolated projections of the future so i shan't comment that now... I hope that this heartfelt sharing session will really put rumours and some other needless schemes (you know who you are..) to rest...