Sunday, May 13, 2007

I Don't Want To Sleep Alone

Crooning on my STEREO:
A Ballad For My Little Hyena by AFTERHOURS

We all have issues with trust. You don't trust your postman. You think your husband is cheating on you. You suspect that your son is oogling porn sites on the internet. You think your cat may eat your fish. You don't like Bush. You don't trust Alam Flora collecting your garbage on time.

You see, I have always been a fiercely loyal person. I live by a kindergarten formula: Be nice to me, and I will be very nice to you. And it takes a very simple betrayal to break that pact.

If you stab me with a blade, I will slash you with a scythe.

In fact, this is a bargain; you give me some and I will give you MORE. Faham?

Of course, life is not as anal as it seems. This scene from Bali has taught me about the beauty of co-existence.

Woman sleeping beside python.
(And I can testify that both woman and snake are very much alive.)

Salvation does exist in this world. If a reptile is able base its trust on Man, they share a mutual understanding that one will not harm the other.
This illustrates that trust transcends words. It is simply built on instinct.
If I am able to bring myself to sleep beside you, I wouldn't expect you to strangulate me in my sleep.

Speaking of such, I am not encouraging you to sleep with your enemy.

Building a comfortable level of trust between two parties is never instantenous. It takes an awful amount of time. Years. Or even decades.

Sometimes, you simply can't bring yourself to trust a particular person.

We all have our fair share of disappointments. There was a girl I knew who constantly whined/ exaggerated on the cruelty of the people around her, and how she is unable to progress in her life as a consequence.

All I could say to her was, no matter how many bastards and bitches we encounter in our lifetime, we just have to move on.

Life is a domesticated bat. You were once wild, but you were held captive.
And in order to survive, you have to trust your captors.

Off tangent, you may even have to fight for your right to co-exist with another being.
I call this: the passionate pain of love and hate.

Odio ed amore.

And I am fighting it. Because I love him.


Rt Hon Sir Cipan Nougat-Tenuk said...

I swear you're getting gorgeous-er by the day, er, by each posting really.

And you are right, the height of intimacy is actually sleeping together, not sex.


lilyliverbird said...

Losing one's innocence has nothing to do with losing one's cherry.

It comes with the first betrayal.

sicko said...

the height of intimacy is being able to fart in front of each otherlah.

Ameera said...

All I'll say babe is that, fight on! :) Encouragement from across the causeway. Heh.

sir cipan said...

*sigh ... sicko and his dutch oven ...

sir cipan said...


Innocence = naiveness?

Looks like it, eh?

Kunstemæcker said...

Well written, wise words, Miss Yng Blyng.

princesswaffzonkle said...

only u will know if its worth it. i say yes to love.

Yng Lyn said...

sir cipan: thanks man..
how do you feel about Henry leaving? :(

lily: true and well said! the first betrayal could be a killer...

sicko: that we have already done.

ameera: thanks my dear neighbour.. fight on!!

kracker: cheerios!

princess: its hard to say. in fact, I dunno what to say. :(

Jane said...

You looked so gorgeous by that creature! Hugs...

car@kitty said...

We keep missing each other Lyn... :-(
i liked what you say in this post.
Un beso carina y mucha fuerza! :-)

BTW: it is amaaazing that pic with the woman beside that snake, i would prolly pee on my pants to see it.

Simple American said...

Fight the good fight mui. Need some rockets? *hugs*

Anonymous said...

hola como estas?
I'm fine, I see you continue to wight your blog with witty comments.
that is a cool picture a woman beside the snake

Pedro G

Rt Hon Sir Cipan Nougat-Tenuk said...


If Henry leaves, then he'll be remembered as a hypocrite after pledging his future to the club repeatedly - which would be a shame because the respect I currently have for him as a person.

Then again we've seen the greats moving on in the past, and we'll see more.

Me? I'm still mourning Liam Brady's departure ... :P