save the storm, the thunder and the heads please

it is the month of may again.

the gunners finished badly again. well, not that bad but if you are a fan, not winning is bad.

it is the month of may again.

it has been a year since love left me, officially. i'm not sure of the exact date though, hoping it won't hurt exactly. ha.

but lately i almost felt it again. love. a four-letter word i sometimes incorporate with another four-letter word, fear. and i think this time round, the latter emerged victorious. no ha.

or was it because the passion i have for the object of my affection wasn't strong enough. well, i guess a mouse would learn to outsmart the trap only to find itself cheeseless or flatten. only a handful would get away with the cheese and become immortal. i am a mere mortal.

but what really defeated me were two things. one that strengthens my philosophy and the other...well, the other was just, me...

i never fail to get disapproval when i say religions divide people more than anything else. far more than the digital revolution. at least the digital gap is getting smaller by the day.

when asked if a christian would marry a non-christian, the answer was well, there's no rule that says you can't, but it'll just complicate things, and a conflict of interests would follow suit. and good christians won't do it.

so why bother looking outside the circle? just marry a fellow christian and we can go to heaven together when we die, cause that is the only way to the pearly gates. christianity.

please send my regards to flanders when you get there ya. cheers.

'NO' was the quickest answer she could think of, when i asked if there's a possibility of her marrying someone outside the church. determined answer from a determined christian.

case closed.

i guess if this happened to me when i was younger, i wouldn't have let the case close. i would be determined to win her over, come what may. storm would come and i would somehow learn to ride it. thunder would clap and heads would roll. and i would be holding her proudly in my arms, having to survive the battle, in the end. but the price had to be paid. the storm, the thunder, and the heads would leave such horrible aftermath. and the clean up would not be pretty.

and so, since this happened to me now, all the unnessary would be done away with. save the storm, the thunder and the heads please.

a perfect evening walk after dinner would be as good as it gets. spend the whole night talking, yacking and chatting. no movies, no clubs, no sex. just verbal interchange. and walk. keep walking, it's the best form of exercise after swimming. go into a 24-hour store and get some drinks to keep the throat moist. supper? well, we can stop by a ramli burger stall. we can then find ourselves a quiet place to eat, and i'll conveniently slip my hand into my pocket and take out my sony ericsson to candle and croon us.

after that we'll keep walking. and lose ourselves into the conversation. if thugs come to rob us, we'll tell them our story and they'll promise to clear to coast for us that night. and we'll keep walking.

we'll keep talking till the subuh azan comes and goes. and then we'll part, before that making a promise to stay in touch and to meet up again. and then we'll never see each other in our lives again. the last thing that we'll both remember is the first light of the day before we go to bed, and wake up resuming our lives.