Doorbell is not working.
He wore a light purple long sleeve shirt with white stripes that blends in so well with the colour purple.
“Why are you looking at me?”
“I like your shirt.”
“I have the same shirt in blue and pink too.”
I like him even more.
He doesn’t read my blog and I don’t think he ever will. He’s just not the kind of person who reads.
And also not the kind of person whose mind can be read.
Sometimes I think I don’t know him at all.
Very happy today.
I was smiling so sweetly to myself after he asked me out for dinner.
We had crabs.
He walked me to my car and decided to plant something on my lips. A bit surprised and shocked because he did it in public. So drove back with warm, fuzzy feeling and my brain wasn’t functioning well, it’s like it’s stuck in the moment.
A colleague asked the delivery uncle if he delivers food at night.
So, he asked for her mobile number and then he passed to her another number and said, “This is my son’s number.”
He continued by spreading his philosophy which goes like this..
“Getting a boyfriend is like eating in a restaurant. If there’s 10 restaurants, you’ve got to try 10 restaurants. If there’s 100 restaurants, you’ve got to try 100 restaurants. That way, only you can find the best one for yourself.”
I was trying very hard not to laugh.
So, have you found your favourite restaurant yet? /:)
I suddenly felt the urge to send you an SMS.
It read, “Good morning. :)”
You replied with a phone call.
“Good morning.” You said.
“Have you had your breakfast?”
“What time did you get to the office?”
“Is your car okay?”
Then, for the whole day, I was floating on air.
I don’t know how long this will last because you were once there for me and then left without a word. And now you’re here again and I don’t know if your intentions are that the same of mine. Or if you feel the same way too.
Or…if you’re just passing by.
But whatever it is, I will savour every moment I have till it ends..
while it lasts..
Today, someone delivered a bouquet of flowers to the office. It was for a colleague of mine.
How nice.
So nice.
She was singing Charlene’s “I’ve Never Been to Me” in front of the 3-table crowd. Her husband, sitting at one of the tables, took the other mic and joined her along in that karaoke session.
Seeing him singing, she walked towards where he was standing and stood next to him. They sang together and the husband put his arms around her waist. She hugged him in return too.
How sweet! I like seeing couples in love. And when you think it’s so hard to be in love, it looks so simple when it happens to others around you. Then, you let out a sigh of envy and you promise yourself you’re going to love someone you love and to be loved by someone who loves you. Even though it may take a little while more…
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt this way before.
I don’t know if I should write this but I think I’ll feel better after writing it out.
I don’t know what exactly about that person that gives me a good feeling.
When I first saw him, I feel nice. And at the end of the conversation, I felt even nicer. It’s like you are bringing back a good story book. When you think about it again, all you have in mind is a book with some very memorable and quotable lines. A good story book is one that tells your story and his and how the stories are able to relate to one another. How similar but different they are. How you understand each other’s stories and you feel like there’s going to be more stories.
Sometimes, I feel like I don’t really need to know certain people too deeply to know how nice and kind-hearted they are. They just someone seem to appear as what you think they are. And as you get to know them a little more, everything you think they are becomes so true. They seem to hit at all the right buttons in you without even trying to start hitting in the first place.
Then, I’ll start to imagine how wonderful it is if I could be with someone like him. Because it is so hard to find someone like him. It has been a very long time since I’ve seen someone like him. Or you could say I’ve never seen someone like him.
The best part is you know you could never be with him because there is just no way. He’s already with someone. But I don’t feel jealous but I feel so lucky for that girl because she’s like the luckiest girl on earth.
I hate to think that my feelings are more than just that. Because I don’t want it to be more than just that and I’m putting out the fire every time the heart desires. Writing this out is part of putting the fire off. Know why? Because when I fall, I fall very deeply and I cannot fall deeply in this case. I can only like him as a person and be very glad that I have a chance to know such a wonderful human being. It’s a very cozy little feeling.
I know it’s just going to be a phase. A temporary situation. But the feeling is nice to know that a man like him still exists.
If someone ask me what kind of guys do I like, I will not able to answer you but I’ll know when I see him, when I talk him, when I’m with him.
I don’t feel like this everyday and the feeling is rare. That is why I have been refraining myself from writing about it for a few days already. But I think it is not doing me any good so writing this out is the only way.
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An old entry of mine from my old blog. Saw it when I was browsing through some files. Decided to post it here again. So, read…
My name is Ducky.
I am 4 years old.
I grew up in Toys “R” Us, One Utama.
One day, a girl named Grace caught sight of me among a bunch of ducks. Believe it or not, it was love at first sight for her. Why I say so? Because she chose to hug me out of the so many ducks lying dead with me.
I have been in Toys “R” Us my whole life but I haven’t once had a chance to tour around this toy store I belong to. But I did, thanks to Grace because she walked all over the toy store, hugging me, not wanting to let me go.
I saw tigers, dogs, Barbie, Lego, Play Doh, Harry Potter, Power Rangers….. I’m panting. I just can’t list them down here. It was so cool!
The tour ended as we reached the cashier. I was excited but Grace looked sad. She was mumbling to herself and raising her eyebrow, thinking deeply.
The next thing she did was walked all the way back to where she found me and put me down with all the other dead ducks again. She was still holding me like she doesn’t want to let me go. After a few seconds, she was out of sight. I was devastated.
When she was about to leave the store, I heard her telling her friends that she didn’t have enough money to buy me.
I wished I was cheaper.
I thought about her a lot. I didn’t know her name but it was the first time, someone hugged me, walked me around the toy store and for that split second, I felt belonged. The feeling is so nice.
One day after that, a guy came. He was having a hard time choosing what he want. He was staring at so many of us. I wanted to leave this place and I don’t care whether he’s a nice guy. I wanted to see the world.
I gave him a grin to make myself look cuter. I think it worked because he picked me. I thought the outside world was beautiful but I couldn’t see a thing. All I see is a white colour bag with a stupid smiling giraffe. I hope I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life in this bag. It’s terrifying!
The next colourful thing I saw was the sky. It was blue and there were clouds too. Then, someone took me out of the plastic bag and I saw two people. This guy who bought me and a girl who seemed to be so familiar. It was her!
My heart raced faster than ever.
She was so happy to see me. She gave me the most dashing smile I’ve ever seen. I felt pretty.
From then on, I’m always by Grace’s side. She can be gloomy at times and I see her cry a lot when she’s really upset. But I guess I helped a lot in cheering her up. She just seemed to melt away when she sees me. Sometimes she talks to me. Sometimes she just smile. Sometimes she just give me a pat on the head.
I wish I could talk.
Sometimes I get to see her work. Just like today, Grace seemed to appear serious. She was sitting in front of the computer and typing all the way, occasionally refering to this thick red book. What do you call it? Oh yeah, programming!
I can tell you Grace doesn’t like programming at all. Neither do I.
As you can see in the picture, I sat on a book named “How to Simplify Your Life.”
I don’t know how to read.
I wish I could read.
But I do know one thing. I know how to simplify Grace’s life.
The answer is me.
Last night, lying on the bed, the phone rang.
“Haaaaaaa”
“Haaaaaaa”
“Haaaaaaa”
“Haaaaaa”
“Hahahahaa”
“How are you?”
“Ok lor.”
“Happy lor.”
“You mean you?”
“No, you! Because Mummy is there.” Pappy said.
“Hehehe. Then are you happy too?”
“No lor. Because Mummy is not here.”
So, when Mummy came to my room. I repeated the whole conversation to her. She must have felt so happy because she was laughing too.
I want a love like theirs.