Who Is The Black Chinaman?

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Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you. Why deny it, that for a moment there - why deny that for a moment there, God was you? I realised that my training was useful in less than ten percent of the calls, and saving lives was rarer than that. After a while, I grew to understand that my role was less about saving lives than about bearing witness. I was a grief mop. It was enough that I simply turned up. Living and working back in Brunei, after a 14 year absence... Also known as: Brunei, NASA, Bruise-Eye, Bru, Cheesecake, Nick, BruNick, BruMedNick, Two Step etc etc etc

Friday, 19 December 2003

Lust [ lust ]

noun

1. sexual desire: the strong physical desire to have sex with somebody, usually without associated feelings of love or affection

2. eagerness: great eagerness or enthusiasm for something - the lust for power

intransitive verb (past lust·ed, past participle lust·ed, present participle lust·ing, 3rd person present singular lusts)

1. desire sexually: to feel a strong desire to have sex with somebody

2. be eager for something: to have a very strong desire to obtain something

[Old English, “pleasure, desire.” Ultimately, from an Indo-European word meaning “to be eager,” which is also the ancestor of English lascivious.]

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Love [ luv ]

noun (plural loves)

1. very strong affection: an intense feeling of tender affection and compassion - Young children need unconditional love.

2. passionate attraction and desire: a passionate feeling of romantic desire and sexual attraction

3. somebody much loved: somebody who is loved romantically - He was her first real love.

4. romantic affair: a romantic affair, possibly sexual

5. beloved: used as an affectionate word to somebody loved

verb (past loved, past participle loved, present participle lov·ing, 3rd person present singular loves)

1. transitive and intransitive verb feel tender affection for: to feel tender affection for somebody, for example, a close relative or friend, or for something such as a place, an ideal, or an animal

2. transitive and intransitive verb feel desire for: to feel romantic and sexual desire and longing for somebody

[Old English lufian , from lufu “love” (source of the noun). Ultimately from an Indo-European word meaning “to love,” which is also the ancestor of English libido, belief, and leave2 “absence.”]

Source: MSN Encarta Dictionary
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I just realised something...I never "loved" Erika...I "lusted" for her...this is a new relevation for myself...I guess, looking back in hindsight, it was pretty foolish of me to be going after this girl...all she was was a pretty face...the last time I talked to her, as you could read later on, her current boyfriend, Jim, was waiting for her still in bed...this could mean a variety of things...one thing's for certain though...she's definately over me...and I guess I'm definately over her...sure I "loved" her for 18 months, here's Catch 22; Jim's 20, going on 21...I'm older than Erika by a month...

I hope that if I am fortunate enough to be able to ask Julia out, it wouldn't be considered lust, because I've realised that I've never really loved somebody before, and I've got a heck of a lot of learning to do...

Here's a question I pose to you: Where does the line start where love ends and lust begins?

What else did I do today? I had to help Rudy (Flo's significant other) take the Holy Family out of storage. One year of dust and grime has done them much harm, and by the end of the day, both of us were covered head to toe in dust, cobwebs and just general muck from being kept in storage in a tropical region...but it was fun...and I'm not all that too bothered by it...only the early wake ups, especailly on holidays...:)

I had a phone call earlier about my baby cousin Eton. He's number 14 of the 16 cousins that make up the 4th generation of Newn's in Brunei, my sister and myself being the eldest of our respective sexes. Eton is currently in hospital undergoing preop preparation for surgery tomorrow morning for a brain tumor...he's about a year and a half old, and is a happy child...it was rather interesting actually...my aunty called looking for my sister, and she was, quite obviously, sounding a bit hesitant and unsure...she explained that my uncle Sebastian (Eton's dad) had just called from the hospital saying that Eton is being rushed to the OR for emergency brain surgery...details are still sketchy, as everyone is calling each other trying to figure out what is actually happening, but as it stands, Eton's having the op later on today...

Come on people...USE THE SHOUT BOX!

This is really beginning to become a very interesting holiday...

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