Y:
But, you just got home.
M:
home? where is home? is it where my heart is?
i live in subang - but it sure doesnt feel like home...
i guess any offer to go off would sound tempting...
Y:
Home is where the heart is? Then, if you keep your heart in yourself, wherever you go, you'd be at home, wouldn't you? ...
What a cliche. But, you only lapse into cliche when you feel it the most (according to a certain professor in York.) ...
M:
is our heart the organ that is pumping blood unceasingly til the day we die?
my heart is somewhere else. and with someone else. altho that someone is not in that somewhere. i dun make sense but i dun intend to.
Y:
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
Byron.—Childe Harold, Canto III. Stanza 32.
*Yes, it's that song. I actually liked it - till the radio killed it!
3 comments:
what offer is this? do tell us when you've made your mind :)
It's Professor Mary Luckhurst. Blame the person who quoted without much reference.
markus: offer? what offer? who said anything about any offer??? *innocent look* ;-P
chongkz: how do you know the 'person' is quoting her? ;-)
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