The Closest Thing To Crazy

before i begin with today's post, i'd like to share today's blog title's lyrics with you...

How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?

CHORUS:
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.

How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?

- Katie Melua

this song has been on repeat mode on the iPod for a while.

amongst hootie and the blowfish and joss stone.

lunch with matthew today was strangely relaxing.

there would be long instances of silence, and i'd just look out the window...take in the sights a little, before something else catches our eyes and sparks our next round of conversation.

after lunch, he asked if i'd like to go for a drink.

so we went to Ya Kun for tea.

and then i asked him, "do you feel uncomfortable with me?"

and he answered, "if i did, i wouldn't have asked you to get a drink after lunch, right?"

haha.

i don't know why, but that kinda smacked me in the face.

like, bloody stupid question.

i guessed i was still kinda spooked by mark's "ice queen" comment.

i mean...mark wasn't the only person who's described me as "ice queen", but he's the latest in line.

but, as he says, it works fine for me.

the ice queen persona.

see, i've quit whining.