Melbourne 2001
Late at night when everyone is dreaming, I am lying in bed, just wondering….. Looking at the star as they shine and blink, they’re so beautiful, and it’s so amazing.
I can feel the coldness coming from outside, just like the way I am feeling deep inside. I turn to look at my side, it was you, resting! It made me ponder, how happy I am lying here in my bed next to you……
You are a falling star in the starry night, you’re the moon, when needed some light. You were the image, when I lose my sight. You’re my armour, you are my knight…….
Holding you close in my arms, for you have only another chance, tomorrow will be a different story, so catch your last glance……
I can feel the coldness coming from outside, just like the way I am feeling deep inside. I turn to look at my side, it was you, resting! It made me ponder, how happy I am lying here in my bed next to you……
You are a falling star in the starry night, you’re the moon, when needed some light. You were the image, when I lose my sight. You’re my armour, you are my knight…….
Holding you close in my arms, for you have only another chance, tomorrow will be a different story, so catch your last glance……
Wake up sleeping Beauty, and dance out our last dance…… you will be gone by tomorrow, back to where you belong. The sweet memories we had. Bear in mind that you will be in my heart forever………………….
Memory of Scott...... May you find happiness that you looking for.... Bless
The guy at the deli grins knowing at me as I park my basket of groceries on the counter.
"Wow" He exclaims, eyeing my fillet steak, fresh mushroom, strawberry and couple of bottle of red wine.
"Look like some lucky girl is in for a special evening!"
"Why does there have to be a women involved, just because I am cooking something nice? Single men don't always live on ready meal you know!"
"Umm, sorry, didn't mean to cause any offence." the poor guy backs away nervously, filling me with guilt.
"No, please, I am the one who should apologise," I mumble, feeling terrible for biting his head of like that.
Ok, so I shouldn't have been so pricky but talk about hitting a raw nerve!
The truth is, I have been living on ready meals for the past week, ever since Scott left and going back to England.
I only brought all this stuff because I read that the best way to get over loneliness or break-up (Scott's decided that he have to go back to England to help his parents after 4 long lovely years with me) is to pamper yourself. And I really need pampering right now.
The second misunderstanding of the day comes from my new neighbour, Mateo (the Italian bloke). He greets me with a friendly wave as I plod up the stairs to my unit.
"You look great George." he says warmly.
I feel, all at once, deeply grateful and horribly depressed. Grateful because I certainly need to hear a compliment from a men. And depress because well, it makes my heart sink to be complimented by the wrong men.
I want to hear: "You look great George", but not from Mateo. I want to hear it from Scott or the gorgeous guy I bumped into at the supermarket yesterday, he was gorgeous, tall and Gosh!! with his eyes looking straights to meet my eyes and the cheeky smile he gave me.... " I was stunt and frozen.....
"Wow" He exclaims, eyeing my fillet steak, fresh mushroom, strawberry and couple of bottle of red wine.
"Look like some lucky girl is in for a special evening!"
"Why does there have to be a women involved, just because I am cooking something nice? Single men don't always live on ready meal you know!"
"Umm, sorry, didn't mean to cause any offence." the poor guy backs away nervously, filling me with guilt.
"No, please, I am the one who should apologise," I mumble, feeling terrible for biting his head of like that.
Ok, so I shouldn't have been so pricky but talk about hitting a raw nerve!
The truth is, I have been living on ready meals for the past week, ever since Scott left and going back to England.
I only brought all this stuff because I read that the best way to get over loneliness or break-up (Scott's decided that he have to go back to England to help his parents after 4 long lovely years with me) is to pamper yourself. And I really need pampering right now.
The second misunderstanding of the day comes from my new neighbour, Mateo (the Italian bloke). He greets me with a friendly wave as I plod up the stairs to my unit.
"You look great George." he says warmly.
I feel, all at once, deeply grateful and horribly depressed. Grateful because I certainly need to hear a compliment from a men. And depress because well, it makes my heart sink to be complimented by the wrong men.
I want to hear: "You look great George", but not from Mateo. I want to hear it from Scott or the gorgeous guy I bumped into at the supermarket yesterday, he was gorgeous, tall and Gosh!! with his eyes looking straights to meet my eyes and the cheeky smile he gave me.... " I was stunt and frozen.....
Anyway that not going to happen because, first of all, Scott's has gone a week ago, and the stranger at the supermarket might think that I am a married men because I am walking hand in hand with Ailan at that time...
I has been thinking of Scott and the beautiful stranger all night long, just as much as the day I drove home from the airport and from the supermarket. I don't want to hear compliment from other man, especially from man who, by their very existence, are committing the unforgivable crime of "not being gorgeous."
"Great haircut!" Mateo's chimes in. "Going somewhere glamorous tonight?"
Why is everyone interested in my social life today? Can't I have a new hairstyle or a nice meal without everyone demanding an explanation?
"I, er, should be going," I buster backing towards the door and hurrying to inside, and as his foot steps echo into distance, I feel an exhilarating rush of satisfaction sharp over me.
I didn't do it to make him like me, well not exactly. I did it for me. Because suddenly I can see myself the way they gorgeous guy at the supermarket saw me.
Not a heartbroken, abandoned romantic reject, but a single independent men with things to do, date to prepare for, a life to get on with. And you know what? I like what I saw.......
Till then, will share with you next - my dating experience- don't go anywhere yet!! Will be back soon.....
I has been thinking of Scott and the beautiful stranger all night long, just as much as the day I drove home from the airport and from the supermarket. I don't want to hear compliment from other man, especially from man who, by their very existence, are committing the unforgivable crime of "not being gorgeous."
"Great haircut!" Mateo's chimes in. "Going somewhere glamorous tonight?"
Why is everyone interested in my social life today? Can't I have a new hairstyle or a nice meal without everyone demanding an explanation?
"I, er, should be going," I buster backing towards the door and hurrying to inside, and as his foot steps echo into distance, I feel an exhilarating rush of satisfaction sharp over me.
I didn't do it to make him like me, well not exactly. I did it for me. Because suddenly I can see myself the way they gorgeous guy at the supermarket saw me.
Not a heartbroken, abandoned romantic reject, but a single independent men with things to do, date to prepare for, a life to get on with. And you know what? I like what I saw.......
Till then, will share with you next - my dating experience- don't go anywhere yet!! Will be back soon.....
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