But I have come to realize that there are tons of other hobbies I could always do around the city. After all, the action never stops here. But it's not that kind of action I'm talking about, by the way, if you know what I mean and I'm thinking what I think you're thinking.

Does that make sense?

*takes deep breath*

So what is this post for anyway? I'm sure you weren't expecting such an irrelevant rant, considering the title of this entry.

Like I said earlier, I just wanted to put out my thoughts (albeit utterly random) in words because it would be such a waste if I don't.

Recently, I have this desire to have a meaningful conversation with someone. And when I say meaningful, I just don't mean a conversation between two people with sense. The meaningful conversation I'm looking for lately involves a lot of debate--yet very intellectual--and a talk that would leave a distinct bookmark in my full-of-distractions memory; that even if an entire year has passed, I can still recall (in verbatim!) everything we have discussed.

Among my closest friends, I usually crave for the insight and depth of KAREN.

We've been friends ever since college began, and we still are, up to this point. And in the many instances that we have been together, around 80% of those times had been dedicated to almost three-hour long talks about life, friends, relationships, dreams, the future...

And for each and every time we talk about the randomest, uncanniest or most serious things, they usually end up being delightfully inspiring and soul-filled.

Now I can't transcribe a specific conversation here, of course, because most of them are just for the two of us to know (haha), but there is one instance when she threw this question at me, and it took me like, 20 minutes to figure out what the answer was.

It was in Fully Booked Gateway, and she, myself and Celine were checking out the store's latest titles after watching Alice in Wonderland with our friend Pacific (who went home early.:p). While Celine and I poured over the likes of Gossip Girl, Chuck Palahniuk and all these other mopey or pre-adolescent books, she was over at the Philosophy/Pyschology section and reading some of the more, er, intellectually stimulating stuff. When I asked her what was that for, she said that she wanted to take up Philosophy (or was it Psychology? I don't remember) blah blah blah. She was even kind enough to read a short paragraph for us that she found interesting. However, Celine and I prove to be such bad friends sometimes. HAHA. While Karen was reading it, at the back of my mind (sorry if you get to read this. HAHA.), I was like, "Yawn." But for a good reason.;)

Then on our way to have some coffee, she suddenly asked,

For a while, I seriously did not know what to answer. For the first few minutes, I was like, "I dunno, I dunno", because I really had no idea what to answer. But she kept on badgering me to think about it, so while we were walking, I found myself willing my mind to work.

Then an idea came to me. Before I told her what my guess was, I said that it just crossed my mind in passing because I really thought it won't sound that smart anyway. So I said,

And to my utter surprise, she said, that it was the answer. And then the out pour of meaningfulness and discourse just free-flowed from there.

You see, the reason why I'm in need of a good conversationalist as of late, is because I have so much on my mind that needs a second opinion. I need to talk to a person who isn't afraid of telling me outright his/her fearless views on my thoughts, and a person who would negate, but not totally contradict me. And I tell you, I am not an easy person to talk to when it comes to stuff that needs more pressing insights.

As for the purpose behind that search for a confidante?--is another story altogether.:)

With that, I feel the sandman. Good night/good morning/good afternoon or whatever time of the day you get to read this!