let's all go for arabian girls

let's talk about the 2 concepts that have attached themselves to a quaint little corner of my mind. girls and bookstores. let's talk about girls first shall we.

somehow i've always found 2 groups of girls highly attractive, rafflesian girls and girls from scgs. this i must admit is a matter of personal predilection and not a definitive gauge representative of the martian population, a sort of personal taste if you may. adding to that of course is the fact that i am not attracted to ALL rafflesian girls or ALL scgs girls, but in a general feel across the board, girls from the aforementioned groups somehow and inevitably take the forefront when it comes to being noticed by yours truly. not only are they explicitly attractive and quietly seductive, they can be enchantingly witty too-- which mind you is a very potent cocktail. they hold conversations as exciting as they are significant and that air of unpredictability that peppers the conversations definitely is a plus point. i'm not going to come out and make rash declaration that "that it's in the water in those schools", but one has to admit that maybe-- and just maybe-- their schools have moulded them to be so. not in a manufacturing sense, but more of a lifestyle that is weaved into them from the start. but then again, i digress.

moving on to bookstores.

just like girls, all you want to do with bookstores is to be in them (basks momentarily in that glorious freudian moment). whenever i get a holiday, one way or another i would end up in some bookstore in some god forsaken place. but the feel of it all, is in one word-- captivating. though the argument against most singaporean bookstores-- particularly the retail giants like Kinokuniya or Borders-- would be the 'clinical' feel of their entire set- ups. how the books are manicured to their respective shelves so precisely that it pilfers any opportunity of adventure as one delves into the pastel sea of books. though no complaints would emanate from those who seek a prim and precise excursion into such bookstores, it is rather disappointing in a sense. how can we ever be sure of what book we want or could possibly be interested in? it is the pursuit of that raw feeling of discovery, as one chances upon a book far from sight yet one with the mind, that makes the journey into a bookstore all the more exciting.

i've always felt that buying a book is so much better than borrowing one from the library. that sense of ownership somehow creates an intangible and unbreakable bond between owner and book, like the sweet promises of an inamorata meant for her sexual master. in fact the entire process is rather sexual.

maybe i'll make my own library.