I am tired for the day.
Good night.
Or should I say...Good Morning.
6.14am
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Something good about heartbreaks...
I told Ah guan,
Heartbreaks make good writers and poets.
It is one of the many positive things I can think of for being broken-hearted.
Other then that,
I remember an old Carpenters songs...
"All you get from love...is a love song...."
How sad...yet how beautiful.
It's really a nice song...
Really...
Heartbreaks make good writers and poets.
It is one of the many positive things I can think of for being broken-hearted.
Other then that,
I remember an old Carpenters songs...
"All you get from love...is a love song...."
How sad...yet how beautiful.
It's really a nice song...
Really...
The blind men's world again.
I was telling the blind men's story to ah guan.
And i have a whole new interpretation about this story.
Apart from the fact that everybody has a different kind of world they live in due to the different experience they have...
I also want to say that...
Although everyone is right...
Everyone is wrong at the same time.
Everyone has genuine experiences yet...partial truth is not the whole truth.
Yah..that's what I wanted to add.
That's all.
And i have a whole new interpretation about this story.
Apart from the fact that everybody has a different kind of world they live in due to the different experience they have...
I also want to say that...
Although everyone is right...
Everyone is wrong at the same time.
Everyone has genuine experiences yet...partial truth is not the whole truth.
Yah..that's what I wanted to add.
That's all.
Romantic encounter...
It was romantic only because it happens to me.
It was a normal walk home.
Then he overtook me.
and walked in front of me...for the next 10 minutes..
One block away from my flat..I lost sight of him.
Until I turn corner and saw him again...standing in front of the lift lobby.
Reading a book...waiting for the lift...
When is the last time I saw a Singaporean man reading a book.
I cannot remember any.
This is not a Singaporean by the way.
He is an angmoh...
A handsome one. How handsome?
I describe him to wendy(my best friend) as "eastern european plumber looking"
He look up at me...
i suddenly feels shy.
For a split second...the lift door opens.
He looked at me...waiting for me to enter first.
When is the last time a singaporean man let me enter the lift first..
I cannot remember any as well...
I was too shy to look up..and enter the lift first, then him.
Door closes...
15th floor is for me.
He lives on the 13th.
I stand behind him...
The lift is so quiet...I am afraid he will hear my heartbeat...
But I was smiling...
13th floor..
door opens and he left...
15th floor...
Reach my door.
End of story.
It was a normal walk home.
Then he overtook me.
and walked in front of me...for the next 10 minutes..
One block away from my flat..I lost sight of him.
Until I turn corner and saw him again...standing in front of the lift lobby.
Reading a book...waiting for the lift...
When is the last time I saw a Singaporean man reading a book.
I cannot remember any.
This is not a Singaporean by the way.
He is an angmoh...
A handsome one. How handsome?
I describe him to wendy(my best friend) as "eastern european plumber looking"
He look up at me...
i suddenly feels shy.
For a split second...the lift door opens.
He looked at me...waiting for me to enter first.
When is the last time a singaporean man let me enter the lift first..
I cannot remember any as well...
I was too shy to look up..and enter the lift first, then him.
Door closes...
15th floor is for me.
He lives on the 13th.
I stand behind him...
The lift is so quiet...I am afraid he will hear my heartbeat...
But I was smiling...
13th floor..
door opens and he left...
15th floor...
Reach my door.
End of story.
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