CHEMISTRY with Bloggers - SOULmatey?

SUNDAY INTER:LUDE

I have been randomly surfing a bit in recent weeks since I decided to pursue The Trail To Hollywood. And consciously or unknowingly, a Blogger's posting is affected by fellow Bloggers' thoughts and sharings. Some so intimately so much so that the threads are woven deep and wide, and if it gives some readers a sense of deja vu, don't blame them. Blame the bloggers involved for plagiarising each other!

Yesterday's post was a special spoof to mark All Fools' Day which to my EstemedReaders must surely be a breeze to discern, but only the haopoh based in lundun recorded the occasion. Compared with last year's where I talked about My First Love Story. You see English in the hands of an oldie like Desi holds a knife that cuts only on way -- the Holder's way.

My "first love" Story is different from My First "love story".
See now you see why I sometimes end an email to my Y&A mentees, "from a lazy olde fox..."

Okay, I learnt a lot during my quiet calls on fellow -- which is gender neutral, like "You guys!" -- Bloggers. But if sometimes I use the term, mGf, you know by now it stands for my GOoD friend/s, in either the singular or plural. The gOod can also be writ this way to show my buddies and I are all, without exception, God-fearing, hence the GOD is embedded in us.

I was disappointed a li'l whenever some Anonymous readers write in and despite the host's prompting, don't wish to identify oneself. This gives me an extrenely "uncomrtable" feelin which is not a good atmosphhere to conduct a conversation.

I tried to get to know more about the guests who drop by to say Hi or Lo! and if they are also Bloggers, I would pay return courtsey -- with a curtsey, also can! -- as soon as time permits. So to those signing off as Anon, don't hide in such mystique and mystery-lah!


In one outing, I spied the following, which is familiar enough, and gives me a hint of what Life and Death is about, and sometimes we are fools and idiots of this Stage of Life/Death with temporal parts to play:

Shakepeare Quote

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

--From Macbeth


I shan't delve into a literature class discussion lest I drive away some Readers -- some members like allofhelen and her A-LOUD Gang based around Ipoh, had fedback to Desi I spoke in tongue like certain church groups. Even my constant conversationist -- we are each Other's constant echo-chamber? -- based in London, Howsy, also an IpohLang, senses that I do IT for certain reasons. He knows, I know, Enogh-lah! and Poore ER, you have to take his word for it! My WORD, although that's all I have To take some hearts away, cannot represent anyone else's -- NOT helen, not Sabrina, not Howsy.

Maybe I can say ONEorTWO Bloggers I've got to know in just one short year came nigh to being soulmates because they seem to be able to corner my heartstrings. In simple English, we have CHEMISTRY.

Two ladies come to mind, and one or two lads too, lest someone say I am gender-biased; and I hope other EsteemedReaders won't desert Desi's Place because I have intimated their identities because this Sunday's INTER:LUDE inspires Desi to not only speak his mind, but his heart too.

Yes, I do have a BIG heart, I'm not saying it out loud to boast that I am very generous, that's metaphorically speaking. Here I meant in the "spiritual" sense that one of the nigh-"soul-mates" explained at one post here very clearly. Umambiguously. Categorically. But Deeply, so much so I had had to read that particular Post many times to perceive and undersatnd, more and more.

As I was saying, I think I have a BIG heart, as I used to be giving parts of IT away. OtherWISE, I would have reached "heartlessville" by now, and that would be not good. In would have been a TRAGEDY, for I'd rather lose my ind over losing my heart.

So, my EsteemedReaders, tell me frankly,
Besides your boy/girl friend for those in the single state,
and for those who are married, besides your Spouse,or Significant Other,
or Partner like in the case of Sir John and his fully Furnish-ed Other,

DO YOU THINK IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE A PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP bETWEEN TWO MEMBERS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?

There is a Proviso, or Assumption: If at least one of the two is in a "serious" relationship already, then it's not counted as both must assume there is no possibility of anything proceeding to a sexual sort of relationship. You undersatnd Desi's premises? This is important...


Now we can proceed. This Post is partly triggered (not inspired as it was in my mind for some time, but Hollywood got in the way...) by fellow Bloggers Y&A at kyels.com. and
sabrinawstan.blogsome.com

who posed the question:

Is it possible to have a TOTALLY PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP
between two members of the opposite sex?

~~~~~~~~ Just an extract from Sabrina's Place:

Platonic friends .. (2)

"Due to popular demand, perhaps I could talk a bit more here.

In my opinion, guys and gals can be platonic friends when both of you CLEARLY know that there is no chance or possibility of getting together.

Perhaps it’s because the both of you have different values, i.e cultural, religious or family etc

Perhaps it’s because you both have different personalities.

Perhaps it’s because you both know of each other’s apple in the eye.

Desiderata asks about my opinion about female friends. Hmm… being the feminist, I’d say that women are more able to remain at a platonic level than men. Since we all know that men don’t do things without a reason, then I believe that women are more capable of handling a good friendship at a platonic level.

Hope you get my drift here."~~~~~~~~


Oh, yes, the other nigh-soulmate I referred to? I stole the folowing "gem" off her Blog in the still of the night
(otherSIWE, would have read ...in the steal of da nite...if Desispeak was aloud)

which truly hit a chord in my heart (chemistry, yes?).


February 03

SEEK NOT MY HEART

by Kit McCallum


Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.