There is this one person in this one big red building that I dont mind listening to, each time. Such an artist with such creative stringing of words flowing through his teeth - that each time he speaks my ears immediately perked up to his immaculate articulation. His verbosity drawn me like any other commoners in the room. He's intelligent. He talks intensely. He never fail to capture everyone's attention. Wow. Psychiatrists are sexy. Haha. =p

As I sat in the red cushioned seat this afternoon listening intently, my mind drew parallel between this smart talker and someone that I know of. There is this one other person that I could think of that could engage me on conversations for hours, that could turn my throw-away comments to something that sound even remotely philosophical, that could make talking about silly things like purple high heels into a topic laden with theories and smart thoughts. I am such a geek the way I find that quality alluring. Ha.