in a strange reversal of roles.

i was talkin to an old friend a while back.
strangly enuf,
the topic drifted back to our respective partners.
/roll eyes.guys ftw.
i swear every occasion would be a booze + girls conversation

and this lil thing came out by accident,

the word : heartstrings.

you know,
all my life,
i admired pple who could treat relationships with a certain distance,
to be able to detach themselves very easily,no notice, and feel absolutely no loss, no emotion.
or maybe its juz guy thing im supposed to have but yet i cant do, and hence my admiration.
but then again,there are girls who can do it.
so it set me wondering on the trip back what exactly defines an emotional attachment and this word kept poppin up in my head.

heartstrings.

you always hear the things like : key to your heart, place in your heart, opening the door to your heart etc etc billion of other heart related cliches.

but strangly enuf not one like heartstrings.

it would sound pretty weird eh?

"darling,i love you, and this here's my heartstrings."

-_-

lol the romantic in me prefers "darling i love you, and i give you the keys to my heart"

but yet the slightly more practical side of me realises that the former would probably be more of value.
maybe its cuz the latter's been cliche-ed a billion ways to hell and beyond.
/shrugs.

niwae.
the topic of the discussion came to this.
i would describe the person in question as someone pretty free spirited,
more then a lil character and all.
and one change's tads came over when the rship started was this strange deep mellowing.
suddenly the tone changes,and one hears a strange inflection in the voice.
and then the question of overseas travel came about.
and then this statement came out.

"last time if i wanted to do anithin,i juz do one leh.dun care one.but now i would think about X and how X'll feel before i do it"

and henceforth my statement,

"(insert cheery laugh here) hahah,X's really got your heartstrings la.you pwned plz."

and hence my heartstrings reflection.

i guess tad really is a true rship for him.
in a rship if both parties put each other first,
its kinda hard to step wrong eh?
of course if both parties want to gif,
one's gonna hafta "lose" and actually take,
but in the grandoise scheme,
probably doesnt matter cuz 3 steps later the reversal of roles would probably occur and then it'll start all over again and probably even out and thus the coining of the term "give and take"

and then again,
there are rships that work fine witout all this kinda stuff.
qouting another person,
"if can can lo,kenot kenot la.she understand i also suay bian one.can work can alr"

now tads a whole different kinda admiration.
of course the person mentioned fits into the abovementioned catergory,
but i for the life of me can not see how the hell a rship can exist without communication(their meeting/talkin times/sms time can be like once a week.-_-), how it can exist witout caring about the other person's emotion(like gettin back of results his partner sad and he juz said "juz apply la.results out alr.you also kenot change.okay?"/end conversation),

/boggled eyes. o.0

i guess there are building blocks to every firm and concrete relationship,
of which heartstrings,communication are defintely a very big part of,the generic chemistry i guess.

hmmm.
building blocks would be the right term i guess.
the apt term if you will.

looking at it this way.

way back in the times where the phrase probably came about,

a house was probably something you'll invest a whole shit load of time in,
building it brick by brick,
sealing up the crack seam by seam,
making sure that its strong enuf to not be shaken by external influences,
to be able to withstand the stress brought about by the elements,
to be warm and snug inside so you can find solace and a place to rest aft a bad day,
when you're building it there would be times you'll get sian-ed,
you cant even lay the bricks cuz the wind's not being nice,
you can mix your cement cuz its raining like a dog,
you're out huddling in the cold,
but yet the builder would see only the end structure and when it all blows over,
he's right back at it again.
for he knows its worth it to have a good house to stay in.
but yet,
as his house gets higher,
and he gets even more tired,
his house is even more exposed to the ails,
and he's in a lesser mood to bother about it.
food for thought eh?
but its worth it for him.=)

/shrugs.
contentment as you know it i guess.
=)

and in the case of a rship,
there are but 2 builders,and only 1 pair of hands.
why one pair??




cuz their other hands are holding each other.
it only takes 1 person to not want to do it,
and the entire structure starts gettin eroded faster then it can be built.
but..................
there's the slow and steady, and there's the fast and hasty.


wad matters is the heart of both the parties, and their love to see them true.




the sun beats down on the chosen plot,
the songbirds lift off in their flocks,
the builder marches forth and claims his land,
with his eyes he sees the work he'll begin.

each brick forged out with loving care,
love and dedication in equal share,
rain and sleet he pays no heed,
through it all he toils over the pit.

the foundations are driven in deep,
stuck in the mud are his feet,
it bogs him down and smells like shit,
he ignores it all and digs in deep.

finally its done and he stops to see,
eventually resting below a tree,
he allows himself a lil rest,
his house has passed the first test.

with a sturdy foundation he strives to build,
a house worthy of the holes he's drilled,
he fills the sides and evens the surface out,
but now appear the grey storm clouds.

the storm comes and he rides it out,
meanwhile his house's swaying like a drunken lout,
would it last he worries furtively about,
its up in the air till the storm runs out.

it clears and he's heartened to observe.
its withstood the test and has still some left in reserve,
"its worth it" he screams and jumps right back in,
piling bricks like a demon's driving him,

soon it takes shapes and its structure's formed,
he can actually hide inside should there be storms,
but still he gets soaked in the rain,
for the roof is the last thing that remains.

eventually he finishes the sides and begins on the roof,
here the winds blow about with howls sounding like wolves,
it sweeps the nails right out of his hands,
its absolute mayhem.

timber by timber he firmly nails down,
the strain is tellin his face in perpertual frown,
there's not even a single person around,
his heartbeat,his tools, the only sounds.

when its finally done,
he stops and stares.
its completed,
his house would withstand the wear and tear.
the storms and rains would never touch him.
safe and snug in his house he'll be,
happily sippin his cup of tea.




/shrugs.

its 1 alr.
/sigh