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Saturday, August 15, 2009
The road to the road - by him
The lead up to the great ocean road trip was not so smooth for him.
He remembers the few days before the trip began, events rushed by swiftly in life.
He said goodbye to his work place, packed his last boxes and watched moving men take them away, he gave his tiny pet birds away to the pet shop.
And with all that he moved to a mutual friend's place to count down his final days in Adelaide.
The girl was still not used to his presence in her life and like a wild horse would still buck violently from time to time, as she did 2 nights before the trip was supposed to begin.
Just a usual call before he would nod off to sleep, the girl suddenly pulled away over the phone.
I don't know, I'm not sure I like the idea of you in my mindscape... your presence is there but I don't particularly like it. I think I'm going to need some space...
Or to that effect.
Disheartened the boy rang his best mate in Sydney.
Hey she's done it again man, gone all nuts on me, I think I'll be doing the drive home solo.
Whoa, don't do that man, its a long drive, how bout I fly down and drive with you?
Really? It'll be fun I guess, but I really with she'd make up her mind about me.
Well, just let me know yeah? I'll fly down if needs be...
After some thought the boy put down the phone and dialed her number again.
"Hey I wanted to know what's going on with the trip? I'm not sure after all that I need space talk if you're still keen on anything so how bout I just jump in the car and drive back now and I'll come back to visit you in a few weeks?" he heard himself say.
The girl simply laughed and said, no no don't be silly I'm so looking forward to this trip! of course its still going ahead...
The boy puts down the phone again, both relieved and confused....
He remembers the few days before the trip began, events rushed by swiftly in life.
He said goodbye to his work place, packed his last boxes and watched moving men take them away, he gave his tiny pet birds away to the pet shop.
And with all that he moved to a mutual friend's place to count down his final days in Adelaide.
The girl was still not used to his presence in her life and like a wild horse would still buck violently from time to time, as she did 2 nights before the trip was supposed to begin.
Just a usual call before he would nod off to sleep, the girl suddenly pulled away over the phone.
I don't know, I'm not sure I like the idea of you in my mindscape... your presence is there but I don't particularly like it. I think I'm going to need some space...
Or to that effect.
Disheartened the boy rang his best mate in Sydney.
Hey she's done it again man, gone all nuts on me, I think I'll be doing the drive home solo.
Whoa, don't do that man, its a long drive, how bout I fly down and drive with you?
Really? It'll be fun I guess, but I really with she'd make up her mind about me.
Well, just let me know yeah? I'll fly down if needs be...
After some thought the boy put down the phone and dialed her number again.
"Hey I wanted to know what's going on with the trip? I'm not sure after all that I need space talk if you're still keen on anything so how bout I just jump in the car and drive back now and I'll come back to visit you in a few weeks?" he heard himself say.
The girl simply laughed and said, no no don't be silly I'm so looking forward to this trip! of course its still going ahead...
The boy puts down the phone again, both relieved and confused....
Friday, July 24, 2009
the Great Ocean Raod 22/7/09 - by Her
It's very clear in her memory. It was 22nd July 2008 turning into 23rd July 2008, just past midnight. She finished her work at midnight and rushed home like crazy because she had an important appointment.
50 minutes of journey back home from the hospital after a long shift was tiring. But she was actually very excited. She was about to hop on a car with someone she quite liked to an exotic place where she had heard about for so long. At this stage she did not know what would turn out, she had no clue at all.
She reached home, quickly showered, packed a few things, and there he came.
Like a gentleman, he loaded her backpack and camera gear into the car. Smiling the whole time. Then again he pulled out the homeword he'd spent days doing, excitedly explained to her the names of the little towns they would stop by.
' I know you love taking photos, I planned this trip so that you might take some good shots along the way...and you deserve a good holiday...'
yes, Blue Bubble, yes. Thank you very much.
It was a fantastic journey. Mr German Bob cruised smoothly through the small city loop, then the surburban streets, then along the highways... They talked and talked in the car.
I can't remember what they were yapping about on that night. But they identified more and more similarities between them after each topic that slipped out of the tongues. They felt they were again brought closer to each other.
They talked about work, their common friends, their childhood, music, their hobbies, photography...
Something has broken. It must be the ice.
And in between towns she fell in and out of sleep. He thought she was very adorable when she curled up into a small ball while she slept.
It was dark and cold outside, but warm and cosy in the car.
She didn't know how long it took...it must have been 7-8 hours of driving. The first ray of sunlight beamed through the thick dark cloud at dawn and she woke up. The surrounding mountains bowed low to the sun. How beautiful. How magnificient is God's creation!
She yelled out and clapped her hands happily like a kid. He smiled again.
' Shall I pull over so that you can take some photos of this beauty?' he asked.
'No, Blue Bubble, no. but thanks :) '
They arrived at a small town Mt. Gambier for a break. They decided to have their breaky at the McDonald's, that's the only thing that was open.
They sat down, ate, had their coffee; he flipped through the newspaper while she was busy playing with her camera. No one talked, as though it was a mutual agreement, and they were not uncomfortable with the silence.
Out of the blue he put down the paper, nodded , smiled and said ,' This is good.'
Somehow she knew what he was talking about because she felt the same.
She smiled and answered, 'Yes, indeed this is good.'
Yes, Blue Bubble, this is very good.
50 minutes of journey back home from the hospital after a long shift was tiring. But she was actually very excited. She was about to hop on a car with someone she quite liked to an exotic place where she had heard about for so long. At this stage she did not know what would turn out, she had no clue at all.
She reached home, quickly showered, packed a few things, and there he came.
Like a gentleman, he loaded her backpack and camera gear into the car. Smiling the whole time. Then again he pulled out the homeword he'd spent days doing, excitedly explained to her the names of the little towns they would stop by.
' I know you love taking photos, I planned this trip so that you might take some good shots along the way...and you deserve a good holiday...'
yes, Blue Bubble, yes. Thank you very much.
It was a fantastic journey. Mr German Bob cruised smoothly through the small city loop, then the surburban streets, then along the highways... They talked and talked in the car.
I can't remember what they were yapping about on that night. But they identified more and more similarities between them after each topic that slipped out of the tongues. They felt they were again brought closer to each other.
They talked about work, their common friends, their childhood, music, their hobbies, photography...
Something has broken. It must be the ice.
And in between towns she fell in and out of sleep. He thought she was very adorable when she curled up into a small ball while she slept.
It was dark and cold outside, but warm and cosy in the car.
She didn't know how long it took...it must have been 7-8 hours of driving. The first ray of sunlight beamed through the thick dark cloud at dawn and she woke up. The surrounding mountains bowed low to the sun. How beautiful. How magnificient is God's creation!
She yelled out and clapped her hands happily like a kid. He smiled again.
' Shall I pull over so that you can take some photos of this beauty?' he asked.
'No, Blue Bubble, no. but thanks :) '
They arrived at a small town Mt. Gambier for a break. They decided to have their breaky at the McDonald's, that's the only thing that was open.
They sat down, ate, had their coffee; he flipped through the newspaper while she was busy playing with her camera. No one talked, as though it was a mutual agreement, and they were not uncomfortable with the silence.
Out of the blue he put down the paper, nodded , smiled and said ,' This is good.'
Somehow she knew what he was talking about because she felt the same.
She smiled and answered, 'Yes, indeed this is good.'
Yes, Blue Bubble, this is very good.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
this time last year, she freaked out again - by her
Again, this is a story about their journey. In my opinion, a beautiful journey painted with many colours.
He came to her and gave her a card, ' you are cordially invited to go on a road trip to the beautiful city of Melbourne'... Together with it was a folder containing a stack of maps and directories, which she thought was very impressive.
He opened the folder, pulled out the maps and started telling her the itinerary. She did not give her full attention to the very comprehensive explanation at all. Infact what she was thinking is, 'Am I really going????'
And the next day (the night before the trip), she freaked out again. She did not know if it was a good idea to go on a road trip with him because she did not want to send out the vibe to him.
So again they had a very long conversation on the phone... Admittedly he said this time it was his turn to want to run away from this. It had been a very daunting journey for him as he tried to get close to this girl who had a heart as cold as ice. She said yes, then she said no, then she said yes again, and she said no again...clearly she was not the only one who feared, her instability freaked him out too. He too wanted to run away from this. Too much hurt in the past. His heart could not afford another bruise.
He was ready to abandon the road trip, and just drive by himself.
She said 'give me some time, please. Don't run away. I can't love you yet, but when I reach the threshold, I can love you with all my heart. Stay a lil longer.'
His heart was softened...once again. He waited for her.
He came to her and gave her a card, ' you are cordially invited to go on a road trip to the beautiful city of Melbourne'... Together with it was a folder containing a stack of maps and directories, which she thought was very impressive.
He opened the folder, pulled out the maps and started telling her the itinerary. She did not give her full attention to the very comprehensive explanation at all. Infact what she was thinking is, 'Am I really going????'
And the next day (the night before the trip), she freaked out again. She did not know if it was a good idea to go on a road trip with him because she did not want to send out the vibe to him.
So again they had a very long conversation on the phone... Admittedly he said this time it was his turn to want to run away from this. It had been a very daunting journey for him as he tried to get close to this girl who had a heart as cold as ice. She said yes, then she said no, then she said yes again, and she said no again...clearly she was not the only one who feared, her instability freaked him out too. He too wanted to run away from this. Too much hurt in the past. His heart could not afford another bruise.
He was ready to abandon the road trip, and just drive by himself.
She said 'give me some time, please. Don't run away. I can't love you yet, but when I reach the threshold, I can love you with all my heart. Stay a lil longer.'
His heart was softened...once again. He waited for her.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
A rare gem under the tree...by Her
She said yes to the invitation to Melb.
Days later there was a group outing to the Victor Harbour. Her very good friend Fuzzy was going away for good. Just less than 10 of them, the girls were in her car, and the boys in his.
Lunch was at a bistro/cafe. He sat next to her. Oh was it intentional? No private conversation at all. But she knew he was looking at her most time.
Don't go too far away, silly boy...
Then it was the hike. When the rest have gone ahead, she was always the last who followed. Lost in the world of her own and the nature, she found herself again through the little veiwfinder of her camera.
And every now and then when she finally looked up, she saw that he was always there, not too far away from her. As unintentional as it may seem, she knew he was there waiting.
Silly...I don't need you to wait for me.
But she smiled. Suddenly she did not feel alone anymore. She knew he was taking photos of her. A photographer's being photographed? Is the photographer not the loneliest amongst the crowd?
Rain started dropping and everyone went under a huge tree for shelter (well, thank God there wasn't thunder). It was a dead silence. Suddenly he started singing. (!) Oh...it was the most beautiful male voice she's heard. A stranger joined in and made a duet, they sang on and on for a long time. And of course, they were rewarded with a round of applause.
It was a very unusual scene to her. No other man that she knew had sung in public. She was awe struck. If only she had a beautiful voice like his, she would love to join the random duet.
Her girlfriend nudged her, ' He's a rare gem...good catch!'
She smiled for a long long long time. No, that's not her catch..yet. But one thing she knew, that this silly man is like no other. Indeed, he is a rare gem.
Days later there was a group outing to the Victor Harbour. Her very good friend Fuzzy was going away for good. Just less than 10 of them, the girls were in her car, and the boys in his.
Lunch was at a bistro/cafe. He sat next to her. Oh was it intentional? No private conversation at all. But she knew he was looking at her most time.
Don't go too far away, silly boy...
Then it was the hike. When the rest have gone ahead, she was always the last who followed. Lost in the world of her own and the nature, she found herself again through the little veiwfinder of her camera.
And every now and then when she finally looked up, she saw that he was always there, not too far away from her. As unintentional as it may seem, she knew he was there waiting.
Silly...I don't need you to wait for me.
But she smiled. Suddenly she did not feel alone anymore. She knew he was taking photos of her. A photographer's being photographed? Is the photographer not the loneliest amongst the crowd?
Rain started dropping and everyone went under a huge tree for shelter (well, thank God there wasn't thunder). It was a dead silence. Suddenly he started singing. (!) Oh...it was the most beautiful male voice she's heard. A stranger joined in and made a duet, they sang on and on for a long time. And of course, they were rewarded with a round of applause.
It was a very unusual scene to her. No other man that she knew had sung in public. She was awe struck. If only she had a beautiful voice like his, she would love to join the random duet.
Her girlfriend nudged her, ' He's a rare gem...good catch!'
She smiled for a long long long time. No, that's not her catch..yet. But one thing she knew, that this silly man is like no other. Indeed, he is a rare gem.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Orange Beanie
Things were up and down for the boy in the weeks leading up to his departure.
But he wasn't the first one to leave the Festival State.
Her great friend fuzzy was leaving first and there was a departure trip organized for her to Victor harbor.
The boys took his car and the girls took hers and they were off to do a spot of whale spotting.
The day was uneventful for the most part, the girl ensuring that distance was kept. Making sure friends were always between them so that no conversation could be had.
The boy was not fazed, watching from his obligatory 100 paces as she photographed the world from her private space.
Then it started to rain, in the middle of a walk, and the group took shelter under a large tree (!) .
The silence wore thin and sick of merely watching and waiting he sang a show tune, feeling suddenly free.
Comically with a mix of embarrassment and mute resentment the public watched his little performance.
Then another stranger started singing along and the ice was truely smashed...
The rain stopped and some applauded whilst others moved on, and the boy went back to his loft perch. Content to watch the pretty thing play photographer.
On the way home they swopped cars much to the amusement of the group.
A silently announcement to their friends, yes we're panning on taking a trip together...
But he wasn't the first one to leave the Festival State.
Her great friend fuzzy was leaving first and there was a departure trip organized for her to Victor harbor.
The boys took his car and the girls took hers and they were off to do a spot of whale spotting.
The day was uneventful for the most part, the girl ensuring that distance was kept. Making sure friends were always between them so that no conversation could be had.
The boy was not fazed, watching from his obligatory 100 paces as she photographed the world from her private space.
Then it started to rain, in the middle of a walk, and the group took shelter under a large tree (!) .
The silence wore thin and sick of merely watching and waiting he sang a show tune, feeling suddenly free.
Comically with a mix of embarrassment and mute resentment the public watched his little performance.
Then another stranger started singing along and the ice was truely smashed...
The rain stopped and some applauded whilst others moved on, and the boy went back to his loft perch. Content to watch the pretty thing play photographer.
On the way home they swopped cars much to the amusement of the group.
A silently announcement to their friends, yes we're panning on taking a trip together...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
it started from photography - by her
He wrote her a story. An original one.
'Because you have given me so many originals,' he said.
People said she takes good photos, but no one used to study her photos like he does. He likes her photos, and he reads her through her photos. Melancholic. Dark. Secretive. Mysterious. Deep thoughts in each photo.
And he is fascinated by her photos.
Deep down in her heart, she knows that he understands her, just like how he understands her photos. She is a girl in her own world, photography is her way of telling the world what she thinks, and he gets it.
He talks to her about her photos, he sees a little girl's loneliness and helplessness. Her passion draws him to her, her coldness repels him, yet above all, he sees her helplessness in those photos. And he wants to come near her.
He printed out those photos, laminated them, and put them on his office wall.
She almost knew that he was God-given. For no one has understood her like he has. No other men that she knows pays so much attention to her art work and photographs.
In her heart, the small little voice says, what are you waiting for? But yes, she will wait. She has not heard from God, so she waits. Wait a little longer, please...
'Because you have given me so many originals,' he said.
People said she takes good photos, but no one used to study her photos like he does. He likes her photos, and he reads her through her photos. Melancholic. Dark. Secretive. Mysterious. Deep thoughts in each photo.
And he is fascinated by her photos.
Deep down in her heart, she knows that he understands her, just like how he understands her photos. She is a girl in her own world, photography is her way of telling the world what she thinks, and he gets it.
He talks to her about her photos, he sees a little girl's loneliness and helplessness. Her passion draws him to her, her coldness repels him, yet above all, he sees her helplessness in those photos. And he wants to come near her.
He printed out those photos, laminated them, and put them on his office wall.
She almost knew that he was God-given. For no one has understood her like he has. No other men that she knows pays so much attention to her art work and photographs.
In her heart, the small little voice says, what are you waiting for? But yes, she will wait. She has not heard from God, so she waits. Wait a little longer, please...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A picture tells a thousand words - by him
A man sat with a tiny white laptop,
hammering away on tiny keys as a story flowed from his mind.
Smiling as he typed he worked against the little clock counting down on the bottom of the screen.
The low battery sign flashed once more.
He sighed to himself.
He had told her a fib, that he was round the corner at a wine bar chilling out,
I'll finish my wine and drop something off soon
So there he was at the restaurant, trying to build a universe out of words.
Scenes flashed in his mind, colours clashed and heroes triumphed.
Then the tiny laptop issued its ultimatum, battery critical
The man closed the lid and jumped into the car, driving that growingly familiar road to his apartment.
Throwing open the door and straight to the couch he sat in long brown coat and all, feeding the hungry white beast its life line and letting the story continue to pound on.
When it was finished, he wrapped it in a letter, and smiled as the send button was hit.
As you have gifted me so many originals, so I gift you this humble one
A picture tells a thousand words he thought to himself, and so it goes.
hammering away on tiny keys as a story flowed from his mind.
Smiling as he typed he worked against the little clock counting down on the bottom of the screen.
The low battery sign flashed once more.
He sighed to himself.
He had told her a fib, that he was round the corner at a wine bar chilling out,
I'll finish my wine and drop something off soon
So there he was at the restaurant, trying to build a universe out of words.
Scenes flashed in his mind, colours clashed and heroes triumphed.
Then the tiny laptop issued its ultimatum, battery critical
The man closed the lid and jumped into the car, driving that growingly familiar road to his apartment.
Throwing open the door and straight to the couch he sat in long brown coat and all, feeding the hungry white beast its life line and letting the story continue to pound on.
When it was finished, he wrapped it in a letter, and smiled as the send button was hit.
As you have gifted me so many originals, so I gift you this humble one
A picture tells a thousand words he thought to himself, and so it goes.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
a prop - by Her
She did not tell him that she might go with him on that road trip to Melbourne. Still pondering....she did not take these things too seriously.
He resigned from his job in Adelaide, started packing up and getting ready to go back. Worst case scenario, if he could not find anyone to go with him, he would most probably go by himself.
.....
2 weeks before he was due to leave...
She found a little golden metal ball in her power box, the golden ball was attached to a red string, and a small note. 'Every story needs a prop,' he said.
She smiled. She knew what the story was about.
It was a story that was written by him long time back. The story about a king who wanted to grant his sad and lonely princess daughter a smile. The king asked the princess what type of man would make her happy. She said, a man who would get her the sun. The king gathered all the officials, the wizards, the geniuses, the scientists, the knights and all other people. The king announced, 'my dearest daughter is very lonely, and she has asked for a man who would get her the sun. Whoever who's able to get her the sun will inherit my throne and my daughter as his wife.'
Then everyone tried but only to fail. Some died, some were severely injured, some were eaten by monsters and dragons on their way to get the sun.
One day, the jester knight who has observed the princess thought to himself, 'maybe I can try, I might know what she wants.'
He went up to the princess and asked, ' my lady, may I ask, how do you like your sun to be?'
The princess looked out of the window and said, 'just like that.'
The jester knight asked again, 'What colour do you want your sun to be?'
Princess said, 'just like that too.''
Jester knight,' Very well, I will get you your sun tomorrow.'
The princess was pleased and nodded her head , no one has asked what she really wanted.
The jester knight went home and worked the whole night. The next day he came back to the princess with a little golden ball, 'my lady, isn't this the sun that you wanted?'
The princess held up the little golden ball between her thumbs and asked what was inside the little sun.
Jester knight said, ' My heart, since we were both growing up in the castle I have adored you from afar. And now I have brought you a sun the same size and the same colour as that one, and encase within it a little golden heart that is mine. '
The princess's eyes were filled with tears of joy. For truly she had found a man that would do anything for her.
And of course, like all fairy tales, the jester knight inherited the kingdom and married the beautiful princess, and they lived together happily ever after.
----
She knew what this little golden ball was about. The silly man later said that he saw it in a perfume shop. This golden ball is about 4 centimeters in diameter, was designed to hold perfume in it. However the ball was already reserved for a customer.
The owner of the shop said she had one at home. He said he really needed one to make his story complete. The story was written for a girl whom he really admired. Okay, the shop owner said she would bring it in the next day.
He finally got his golden ball and left it in her power box.
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1 week before he was due to leave Adelaide....
He dropped by her place, begged for 15 minutes of her time....please....
They ended up talking for more than an hour in the car. She was really tired, and she had a long day the next day ...but she did not really want him to go. Time was tight and he was going to leave Adelaide...
He gave her a big wall clock, the Coffee Clock , he named it. It was a beautiful brown coloured clock that he bought from some random shop. ''Please keep the clock, and I know that you love your coffee...' he said.
But he was actually going to say, 'please remember me whenever you see the clock. '
He resigned from his job in Adelaide, started packing up and getting ready to go back. Worst case scenario, if he could not find anyone to go with him, he would most probably go by himself.
.....
2 weeks before he was due to leave...
She found a little golden metal ball in her power box, the golden ball was attached to a red string, and a small note. 'Every story needs a prop,' he said.
She smiled. She knew what the story was about.
It was a story that was written by him long time back. The story about a king who wanted to grant his sad and lonely princess daughter a smile. The king asked the princess what type of man would make her happy. She said, a man who would get her the sun. The king gathered all the officials, the wizards, the geniuses, the scientists, the knights and all other people. The king announced, 'my dearest daughter is very lonely, and she has asked for a man who would get her the sun. Whoever who's able to get her the sun will inherit my throne and my daughter as his wife.'
Then everyone tried but only to fail. Some died, some were severely injured, some were eaten by monsters and dragons on their way to get the sun.
One day, the jester knight who has observed the princess thought to himself, 'maybe I can try, I might know what she wants.'
He went up to the princess and asked, ' my lady, may I ask, how do you like your sun to be?'
The princess looked out of the window and said, 'just like that.'
The jester knight asked again, 'What colour do you want your sun to be?'
Princess said, 'just like that too.''
Jester knight,' Very well, I will get you your sun tomorrow.'
The princess was pleased and nodded her head , no one has asked what she really wanted.
The jester knight went home and worked the whole night. The next day he came back to the princess with a little golden ball, 'my lady, isn't this the sun that you wanted?'
The princess held up the little golden ball between her thumbs and asked what was inside the little sun.
Jester knight said, ' My heart, since we were both growing up in the castle I have adored you from afar. And now I have brought you a sun the same size and the same colour as that one, and encase within it a little golden heart that is mine. '
The princess's eyes were filled with tears of joy. For truly she had found a man that would do anything for her.
And of course, like all fairy tales, the jester knight inherited the kingdom and married the beautiful princess, and they lived together happily ever after.
----
She knew what this little golden ball was about. The silly man later said that he saw it in a perfume shop. This golden ball is about 4 centimeters in diameter, was designed to hold perfume in it. However the ball was already reserved for a customer.
The owner of the shop said she had one at home. He said he really needed one to make his story complete. The story was written for a girl whom he really admired. Okay, the shop owner said she would bring it in the next day.
He finally got his golden ball and left it in her power box.
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1 week before he was due to leave Adelaide....
He dropped by her place, begged for 15 minutes of her time....please....
They ended up talking for more than an hour in the car. She was really tired, and she had a long day the next day ...but she did not really want him to go. Time was tight and he was going to leave Adelaide...
He gave her a big wall clock, the Coffee Clock , he named it. It was a beautiful brown coloured clock that he bought from some random shop. ''Please keep the clock, and I know that you love your coffee...' he said.
But he was actually going to say, 'please remember me whenever you see the clock. '
Friday, May 29, 2009
(Long overdue) She said yes to the invitation - by Her
(It has been a long overdue post...I hope I'll remember all the details,, up to this post it's about events that occurred in July 2008)
So they began to develop a beautiful friendship between them. The blue and the yellow bubbles coexisted in her mindscape.
She did not know where this would go. Like she had been mentioning in the many posts in the past, she did not want to venture into any relationship. She just wanted to be left alone.
And this friendship with him was good. He was kept at the periphery of her world, one foot in , and one foot out. Don't go away, yet don't come too close, please.
At this stage he was getting ready to go back to Melbourne. That's another reason why she did not want to let herself fall for him. How could she leave Adelaide and her comfort?
He made an invitation to his group of friends here. The offer was very tempting: a road trip with him in his car to Melbourne, a day or two of city tour, free accommodation and a complimentary return flight. A few friends of his expressed interest but for some reason it didn't work out at the end.
It just so happened that she had a few off days in that week (or maybe it was God?:P)
She thought...why not. She's never been to Melbourne. She's never visited the beautiful Great Ocean Road, and she really wanted to have a mini holiday and take some good photographs.
So she took the offer. Yes, I will go with you.
He was ecstatic. He began his careful planning for the road trip. What he did not tell her then was revealed at the later stage. If the travel companion was someone else, it would only be a straight drive to Melbourne. If it was her, it would be a 2-3 day of road trip on the Great Ocean Road. And he secretly hoped she would take the offer.
So they began to develop a beautiful friendship between them. The blue and the yellow bubbles coexisted in her mindscape.
She did not know where this would go. Like she had been mentioning in the many posts in the past, she did not want to venture into any relationship. She just wanted to be left alone.
And this friendship with him was good. He was kept at the periphery of her world, one foot in , and one foot out. Don't go away, yet don't come too close, please.
At this stage he was getting ready to go back to Melbourne. That's another reason why she did not want to let herself fall for him. How could she leave Adelaide and her comfort?
He made an invitation to his group of friends here. The offer was very tempting: a road trip with him in his car to Melbourne, a day or two of city tour, free accommodation and a complimentary return flight. A few friends of his expressed interest but for some reason it didn't work out at the end.
It just so happened that she had a few off days in that week (or maybe it was God?:P)
She thought...why not. She's never been to Melbourne. She's never visited the beautiful Great Ocean Road, and she really wanted to have a mini holiday and take some good photographs.
So she took the offer. Yes, I will go with you.
He was ecstatic. He began his careful planning for the road trip. What he did not tell her then was revealed at the later stage. If the travel companion was someone else, it would only be a straight drive to Melbourne. If it was her, it would be a 2-3 day of road trip on the Great Ocean Road. And he secretly hoped she would take the offer.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
The count down
It was mid afternoon and the boy was number crunching at his office desk.
The phone buzzed... twas the Doctor girl.
"Now?" He wondered as he picked up.
I've been blocked in and I can't get to work...
I'll be there in 10 mins he said.
The blue volks made its dash down Payneham road.
1 block from the destination the phone buzzed again,
Hey I managed to get the neighbour to move, I gotta rush to work now.
Thanks for every thing.
He drove back to the office slowly... perhaps, he wondered to himself... she might actually have wanted him around...
The phone buzzed... twas the Doctor girl.
"Now?" He wondered as he picked up.
I've been blocked in and I can't get to work...
I'll be there in 10 mins he said.
The blue volks made its dash down Payneham road.
1 block from the destination the phone buzzed again,
Hey I managed to get the neighbour to move, I gotta rush to work now.
Thanks for every thing.
He drove back to the office slowly... perhaps, he wondered to himself... she might actually have wanted him around...
Friday, December 19, 2008
I will go... - By Him
To the boy things were going well enough,
asides from mroe than a few temper tantrums from the girl he was by all accounts, gaining ground at a slow but seemingly steady pace.
An idea struck with him that he would love to take this photographer girl down the great ocean road.
That he would then be able to watch her get lost in her photos as he bid adelaide goodbye.
He broached the topic with her first.
So... I was thinking of taking the great ocean road back to Melbourne and would really like a driving companion, I figured you'd enjoy the scenery and take some good shots along the way.
This was not received in the warmest of tones...
Sounds interesting, I'll think about it and have a look at my roster to see if I'm free that weekend...
The boy then set out to plan the entire move back around this yet to be confirmed trip back...
So much so that one day soon after he realized that if the girl turned him down he'd be stuck with a long and lonely drive back to melbourne solo...
Just to cover his bases he announced at their connect group that he was recruting for drivers...
but all the while he hoped that the girl would come...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
by her - Building Rome
The bubble was slowly thriving in the mindscape, and of course, it was the girl who graciously let him stay where he was.
Complacent and cold were the words to describe her. He said she was lazy. She hardly made any effort to get to know him at all. The poor man must be drained. Yet he would not leave, as though the girl was telling him once again, silly boy, don't go.
Her mom left. It was a cold winter night when he was sitting in the living room that he told her, 'It's ok ...take however long you want, I understand and I will wait for you. Rome was not built in one day. What I am doing now is not just to stack up a few bricks and build a room or a house. I am building an empire. '
She foolishly said,' what makes you think you are building this alone?'
He was surprised to hear this. The ice princess is buiding Rome with him? He had never even dared to imagine this!
Yes....to him, the chasing and the knocking down of the old thick fortress walls were always seemed to be done single-handedly.It had almost become habitual. Rejection was something that he had learned to live with.
Building an empire together...building Rome together... somehow she was thrilled by this.
-----
Another rainy night in winter. Another turning point.
They spent the afternoon together. Actually that wasn't quite the right word. Just that the boy had an off day that day, he followed her to run her errands.
Then they went for an arthouse film, and it became too late and the girl had to give her gym work out a miss(and she was a very grumpy girl when she missed her workout). That was the first time she 'did something for him'.
He was overjoyed, it meant another 2 hours to spend with her.
They went shopping on the Rundle. As usual, she got impatient when he was trying something on, so she left and moved on to other shops.
15 mins later she headed back to that shop just to find that he wasn't there. It was a very crowded mall on a Friday night, she thought she'd lost him. For some reason she was panic-stricken and she started looking for him frantically among the crowd. Where are you? Where are you?...
Then she saw him, standing across the crowd, looking at her, smiling . He was there the whole time, watching her find him. She walked to him ...some tears in her eyes, a smile on her face, and some warm fuzzy feeling in her heart.
No one had waited for her like that across the crowd of ppl, no one wondered where she was when she was lost, no one had smiled and looked at her with anticipation and invitation in the eyes as she walked through the crowd.
It was a cold night in winter, but for the first time, her heart was warm again.
Complacent and cold were the words to describe her. He said she was lazy. She hardly made any effort to get to know him at all. The poor man must be drained. Yet he would not leave, as though the girl was telling him once again, silly boy, don't go.
Her mom left. It was a cold winter night when he was sitting in the living room that he told her, 'It's ok ...take however long you want, I understand and I will wait for you. Rome was not built in one day. What I am doing now is not just to stack up a few bricks and build a room or a house. I am building an empire. '
She foolishly said,' what makes you think you are building this alone?'
He was surprised to hear this. The ice princess is buiding Rome with him? He had never even dared to imagine this!
Yes....to him, the chasing and the knocking down of the old thick fortress walls were always seemed to be done single-handedly.It had almost become habitual. Rejection was something that he had learned to live with.
Building an empire together...building Rome together... somehow she was thrilled by this.
-----
Another rainy night in winter. Another turning point.
They spent the afternoon together. Actually that wasn't quite the right word. Just that the boy had an off day that day, he followed her to run her errands.
Then they went for an arthouse film, and it became too late and the girl had to give her gym work out a miss(and she was a very grumpy girl when she missed her workout). That was the first time she 'did something for him'.
He was overjoyed, it meant another 2 hours to spend with her.
They went shopping on the Rundle. As usual, she got impatient when he was trying something on, so she left and moved on to other shops.
15 mins later she headed back to that shop just to find that he wasn't there. It was a very crowded mall on a Friday night, she thought she'd lost him. For some reason she was panic-stricken and she started looking for him frantically among the crowd. Where are you? Where are you?...
Then she saw him, standing across the crowd, looking at her, smiling . He was there the whole time, watching her find him. She walked to him ...some tears in her eyes, a smile on her face, and some warm fuzzy feeling in her heart.
No one had waited for her like that across the crowd of ppl, no one wondered where she was when she was lost, no one had smiled and looked at her with anticipation and invitation in the eyes as she walked through the crowd.
It was a cold night in winter, but for the first time, her heart was warm again.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
By Her - The Spidey senses, and the Bubbles
Just before she left for Sydney....
He came over occasionally and they had a few long discussion about where this was leading.
And of course, more than once she expressed her firm belief in staying single...at least for then. But then he had been very stubborn and persistent too.
He called this the exploring phase, even though she couldnt care less.
He used a lot of spidey senses. He called that the borrowed spidey senses. Maybe God loaned them to him.
but...the chemistry started to brew when he used his spidey senses. No one was able to read her mind like he did. He seemed to understand her. Not just the superficial likes and dislikes, but he knows her to the core.
As though her secret wonderland in the mind was being intruded.
She developed this love-hate emotions with his spideysenses. She spent her whole life guarded her secret mindscape; like the Garden of Eden...Just her , herself, and God. No one knows what she thinks. No one reads her mind. No one was allowed to come in to her secret world. She indulged herself with her solitude in her secret garden, her mindscape.
Now it has been intruded. This silly man was curious about what's in her lil head.
Stupid man, how dare you... she spent her life building and guarding this secret garden.
On the other hand, she liked to watch this uninvited stranger finding his way in the secret garden, as though he was hunting for a treasure.
' Come, silly boy, come and find me...No, too close, stay right there....come now, come follow me in this garden, I will show you something... now I am hiding, come find me....'
He was right, she liked it when he read her.
He said, just like he'd had the soldier, the poet, the suit and polo T in his mind, she'd had her girls too. His very existance was like a foreign bubble which occupied a small corner of a room in her mindscape. Her girls perceived the bubble as a threat ; weapons were deployed to extinguish this foreign bubble.
But somehow the bubble survived and thrived in this hostile environment.
She called it the Blue Bubble. Somehow it was in blue. And as for her, she was a Yellow Bubble in his mindscape.
The Blue Bubble was allowed to grow bigger and bigger.
-----
Again, after she came back from Sydney with her mom and sis. July 08. They had a special dinner with the connect group.
He was unusually quiet in the dinner. Maybe he was anxious. The dinner went very well. Her mom seemed to be more enthusiastic than her about this potentially budding friendship.
Her mom's overjoyed reaction about this boy astonished her too. It meant a lot to her in her uncertainty.
The dinner was done. She helped to load some stuff into his car.
She gave him a very big smile, ' Hi, Blue Bubble!'
He smiled too, ' Hi, Yellow Bubble!'
The air was filled with laughter and joy.
He came over occasionally and they had a few long discussion about where this was leading.
And of course, more than once she expressed her firm belief in staying single...at least for then. But then he had been very stubborn and persistent too.
He called this the exploring phase, even though she couldnt care less.
He used a lot of spidey senses. He called that the borrowed spidey senses. Maybe God loaned them to him.
but...the chemistry started to brew when he used his spidey senses. No one was able to read her mind like he did. He seemed to understand her. Not just the superficial likes and dislikes, but he knows her to the core.
As though her secret wonderland in the mind was being intruded.
She developed this love-hate emotions with his spideysenses. She spent her whole life guarded her secret mindscape; like the Garden of Eden...Just her , herself, and God. No one knows what she thinks. No one reads her mind. No one was allowed to come in to her secret world. She indulged herself with her solitude in her secret garden, her mindscape.
Now it has been intruded. This silly man was curious about what's in her lil head.
Stupid man, how dare you... she spent her life building and guarding this secret garden.
On the other hand, she liked to watch this uninvited stranger finding his way in the secret garden, as though he was hunting for a treasure.
' Come, silly boy, come and find me...No, too close, stay right there....come now, come follow me in this garden, I will show you something... now I am hiding, come find me....'
He was right, she liked it when he read her.
He said, just like he'd had the soldier, the poet, the suit and polo T in his mind, she'd had her girls too. His very existance was like a foreign bubble which occupied a small corner of a room in her mindscape. Her girls perceived the bubble as a threat ; weapons were deployed to extinguish this foreign bubble.
But somehow the bubble survived and thrived in this hostile environment.
She called it the Blue Bubble. Somehow it was in blue. And as for her, she was a Yellow Bubble in his mindscape.
The Blue Bubble was allowed to grow bigger and bigger.
-----
Again, after she came back from Sydney with her mom and sis. July 08. They had a special dinner with the connect group.
He was unusually quiet in the dinner. Maybe he was anxious. The dinner went very well. Her mom seemed to be more enthusiastic than her about this potentially budding friendship.
Her mom's overjoyed reaction about this boy astonished her too. It meant a lot to her in her uncertainty.
The dinner was done. She helped to load some stuff into his car.
She gave him a very big smile, ' Hi, Blue Bubble!'
He smiled too, ' Hi, Yellow Bubble!'
The air was filled with laughter and joy.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Mrs Wong
There was significant build up for the boy.
The girl had gone to Sydney, had yelled him to go away, then was given a sudden reprieve told him that he would be allowed to stay.
She was coming back with mom and sis in tow and there was to be a dinner hosted for the overseas guests.
He remembers cooking up a storm of the now defunct herbal chicken and bringing it to their connect group. Only to find that the girl had not come (as she had planned to).
He went home that night and woke up early to go to the church service that he always missed in preference for more sleep (He usually went to the evening service see?).
He remembers she reached out to him as the strode past her in the service.
He smiled.
After the service he went to introduce himself to her mom and sister.
Hello Aunty, I'm K, a friend of your daughter's?
Mrs Wong gives the girl the most obvious look that could only have meant, "Oh, is this the one that you have been talking about?"
The boy struggled hard not to look astonished and not to notice the girl's very embarrassed nod of acknowledgment.
After the hellos and dropping her housemate and dad home the boy noticed Mrs Wong checking out German Bob as he drove away.
Whew... he thought, I sure am glad I settled down and sold the sports car... old German bob makes me look more proper he thought to himself...
~~~
He rushed to their friends' house where the big dinner was going to be held, with a car boot full of ingredients and kitchen toys.
He was hoping to share the kitchen with the Wongs and make a good impression with the girl's mom.
On arrival he found out that the girl and family would be cooking at home instead... he sighed and then proceeded to bake and bake and bake.
2 Banana cakes and a large tray of scones with banana spread... (the girl liked her bananas see?)
The boy doesn't remember much about the dinner except that the food was good, their friends were all there and he didn't dare say too much.
He seems to remember it going well enough though...
The girl had gone to Sydney, had yelled him to go away, then was given a sudden reprieve told him that he would be allowed to stay.
She was coming back with mom and sis in tow and there was to be a dinner hosted for the overseas guests.
He remembers cooking up a storm of the now defunct herbal chicken and bringing it to their connect group. Only to find that the girl had not come (as she had planned to).
He went home that night and woke up early to go to the church service that he always missed in preference for more sleep (He usually went to the evening service see?).
He remembers she reached out to him as the strode past her in the service.
He smiled.
After the service he went to introduce himself to her mom and sister.
Hello Aunty, I'm K, a friend of your daughter's?
Mrs Wong gives the girl the most obvious look that could only have meant, "Oh, is this the one that you have been talking about?"
The boy struggled hard not to look astonished and not to notice the girl's very embarrassed nod of acknowledgment.
After the hellos and dropping her housemate and dad home the boy noticed Mrs Wong checking out German Bob as he drove away.
Whew... he thought, I sure am glad I settled down and sold the sports car... old German bob makes me look more proper he thought to himself...
~~~
He rushed to their friends' house where the big dinner was going to be held, with a car boot full of ingredients and kitchen toys.
He was hoping to share the kitchen with the Wongs and make a good impression with the girl's mom.
On arrival he found out that the girl and family would be cooking at home instead... he sighed and then proceeded to bake and bake and bake.
2 Banana cakes and a large tray of scones with banana spread... (the girl liked her bananas see?)
The boy doesn't remember much about the dinner except that the food was good, their friends were all there and he didn't dare say too much.
He seems to remember it going well enough though...
Sunday, November 23, 2008
By Her agian - Oh something in June again
She forgot to mention this...something that she almost forgot.
Something that she thought about when it was in June, this was before his birthday.
He had a job offer in Melbourne. He was torn between going or staying, and he asked her.
She gave him a very neutral answer, go wherever God's called you.
She wasn't sure if he was dropping hint to her, 'so do you want me to stay or go...just ask me to stay and I will stay on in Adelaide...'
But of course he did not say this. This was just her imagination, and she did not want him to stay anyway...'Please don't tell me that you will stay for me...or I will run.'
She did not need to carry this invisible responsiblity.
Yet, deep down inside.....she hoped he would stay on for her. She really did.
Days later he said he'd decided to take the job in Melbourne and signed the contract.
Her heart sank a lil bit. Okay, so she drew the line. That's it. She was right, most men and him included, place their dreams on top of her. She was not important enough to make then/ him stay.
That's it. He was leaving anyway, why would she invest her emotions in vain?Of course not.
In her heart she had already said bye to him.
Something that she thought about when it was in June, this was before his birthday.
He had a job offer in Melbourne. He was torn between going or staying, and he asked her.
She gave him a very neutral answer, go wherever God's called you.
She wasn't sure if he was dropping hint to her, 'so do you want me to stay or go...just ask me to stay and I will stay on in Adelaide...'
But of course he did not say this. This was just her imagination, and she did not want him to stay anyway...'Please don't tell me that you will stay for me...or I will run.'
She did not need to carry this invisible responsiblity.
Yet, deep down inside.....she hoped he would stay on for her. She really did.
Days later he said he'd decided to take the job in Melbourne and signed the contract.
Her heart sank a lil bit. Okay, so she drew the line. That's it. She was right, most men and him included, place their dreams on top of her. She was not important enough to make then/ him stay.
That's it. He was leaving anyway, why would she invest her emotions in vain?Of course not.
In her heart she had already said bye to him.
By Her - July, Sydney
So the story goes on ... dated back in July 08.
They were in the phase of getting to know each other. He had put in a lot a lot of effort to impress the girl, like feeding the powerbox with yummy cakes, like making scones for her, like cooking for her, like sending her sms-es, like dropping her emails, like insisting on sending her to work when her garage was blocked by her neighbour's car etc etc.
Inspite of all her effort to push him away, she actually didnt really want him to go away.
He said, ' I will defend you even against myself.'
He knew where he stood. He advanced when it was right , he stopped when he was not invited. He was very clever and sensitive.
She went to Sydney to visit her mom and sis. She kept telling them about him. Her sister said 'Someone has obviously fallen in love with this man....'
Oh really? Does she like him??? NOOOOOOO wayyy....!
She did not like this at all. The Phantom of the Opera was playing , sitting in the theatre, she could not enjoy the show at all...All she thought about was him. She did not like being out of control.
The 'voices' in her mind told her to get rid of this intruder.
The trip to Sydney did not end very well when some family issue arose...it was mainly about her mom being kinda against her belief in Christ. She felt compressed.
And he rang at a very wrong time, asking her to join him in prayer on the phone. She was like , ' I am not your girlfriend, we are not that close yet,I dun wanna give u the wrong impression that we are in a relationship by joining you in your prayer. Can't you pray by yourself....'
She was annoyed by the whole situation...he rang, and she ignored the multiple calls...she did that many times anyway.
He left her a long voicemail and a song . 'God is able' .
She smiled again. Silly man. His voice was amazing.
She wished she could save that voicemail for a long long long long time.
----
She came back to Adelaide with her mom and sis. Family issues were solved.
Her mom was very curious about this man that her daughter kept talking about. The mom finally met him at church, this man who stood quietly next to her. Her mom was very unsubtle about this, she gave her a very big sheepish smile, thumb's up , and kept nodding her head.
She was drooling over this potential future son-in-law.
She knew what her mom was thinking....' Go ahead! Go ahead! He seems like a good boy.'
Her mom came out with the lamest excuse to invite him to her house. Guess what she did...she invited him over to show her daughter how to operate the coffee machine that he passed on to her, before he relocated to Melbourne.
Her mom was never too excited about her daughter's relationships, but this time she was very positive about him.
How so? Is he really the one for her?
If he wasn't , why was her mom so supportive of him?
They were in the phase of getting to know each other. He had put in a lot a lot of effort to impress the girl, like feeding the powerbox with yummy cakes, like making scones for her, like cooking for her, like sending her sms-es, like dropping her emails, like insisting on sending her to work when her garage was blocked by her neighbour's car etc etc.
Inspite of all her effort to push him away, she actually didnt really want him to go away.
He said, ' I will defend you even against myself.'
He knew where he stood. He advanced when it was right , he stopped when he was not invited. He was very clever and sensitive.
She went to Sydney to visit her mom and sis. She kept telling them about him. Her sister said 'Someone has obviously fallen in love with this man....'
Oh really? Does she like him??? NOOOOOOO wayyy....!
She did not like this at all. The Phantom of the Opera was playing , sitting in the theatre, she could not enjoy the show at all...All she thought about was him. She did not like being out of control.
The 'voices' in her mind told her to get rid of this intruder.
The trip to Sydney did not end very well when some family issue arose...it was mainly about her mom being kinda against her belief in Christ. She felt compressed.
And he rang at a very wrong time, asking her to join him in prayer on the phone. She was like , ' I am not your girlfriend, we are not that close yet,I dun wanna give u the wrong impression that we are in a relationship by joining you in your prayer. Can't you pray by yourself....'
She was annoyed by the whole situation...he rang, and she ignored the multiple calls...she did that many times anyway.
He left her a long voicemail and a song . 'God is able' .
She smiled again. Silly man. His voice was amazing.
She wished she could save that voicemail for a long long long long time.
----
She came back to Adelaide with her mom and sis. Family issues were solved.
Her mom was very curious about this man that her daughter kept talking about. The mom finally met him at church, this man who stood quietly next to her. Her mom was very unsubtle about this, she gave her a very big sheepish smile, thumb's up , and kept nodding her head.
She was drooling over this potential future son-in-law.
She knew what her mom was thinking....' Go ahead! Go ahead! He seems like a good boy.'
Her mom came out with the lamest excuse to invite him to her house. Guess what she did...she invited him over to show her daughter how to operate the coffee machine that he passed on to her, before he relocated to Melbourne.
Her mom was never too excited about her daughter's relationships, but this time she was very positive about him.
How so? Is he really the one for her?
If he wasn't , why was her mom so supportive of him?
Friday, November 14, 2008
By Her - Yes, I will
Yes , I will. She said, on 4/11/08, 9 pm, Rundle Street.
How would she say no to the kneeling man with a ring in his hands? (Other than the fact that she was very embarrassed that this happened in the middle of the street. )
Life has been very different since he came in to the picture.
There is a feeling of peace that she never used to have in her heart.
He fell in love with this so called 'dark, deep and mysterious photographer' who was stubborn like a mule and cherished her freedom and space like a wild eagle; a ship which refused to drop her anchor for any harbour.
What he gets now is a simple, happy and content woman with a lil girl in her heart.
God was right ( well, He never makes any mistake anyway) when He whispered to her, 'He is wonderfully made by Me, he is a blessing from ME for you. Take it. '
She is happy. Not because óh finally she has a fiance', because she was never never desperate in the first place.
I think, she is happy now because she has seen and tasted the evident abundant blessings from God in her life, and him being one of the biggest blessings. Her God loves her and gives her the peace in her heart.
' This is the man I have prepared for you. Walk with him, My dear daughter. I Am delighted in you. '
How would she say no to the kneeling man with a ring in his hands? (Other than the fact that she was very embarrassed that this happened in the middle of the street. )
Life has been very different since he came in to the picture.
There is a feeling of peace that she never used to have in her heart.
He fell in love with this so called 'dark, deep and mysterious photographer' who was stubborn like a mule and cherished her freedom and space like a wild eagle; a ship which refused to drop her anchor for any harbour.
What he gets now is a simple, happy and content woman with a lil girl in her heart.
God was right ( well, He never makes any mistake anyway) when He whispered to her, 'He is wonderfully made by Me, he is a blessing from ME for you. Take it. '
She is happy. Not because óh finally she has a fiance', because she was never never desperate in the first place.
I think, she is happy now because she has seen and tasted the evident abundant blessings from God in her life, and him being one of the biggest blessings. Her God loves her and gives her the peace in her heart.
' This is the man I have prepared for you. Walk with him, My dear daughter. I Am delighted in you. '
By Her- Lets continue here
Lemme explain the way this blog works.
All the posts that he and she wrote in the last few months were about events and memories in retrospect , in a chronological sequence. They occured in the past, long before they got together.
Lets continue here....
----
In her last post, she told the story of the house inspection on his birthday in June, and their first meaningful conversation in the Chocolate Bean, and how she felt he was different....she thought, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to open her heart for this man...
And in his last post , he told the story of her trip to Sydney in July..and how unstable she was , how mean she was to him...
So, lets continue here...
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This was still in June, before she went to Sydney.
She was probably the most unstable woman he's seen in his life. One moment she told him to stay for 5 more mins on the phone...another moment she was beyond his reach.
He was right, she didn't know what she wanted anyway.
She believed she had a huge calling in her life and she refused to be distracted. She believed singlehood was the only way to serve God and pursue dreams in life.
She believed he's a good man, but even then she turned him away. She was very mean to him, almost icy cold to him. She rejected most of his invitations. She answered his call when she felt like it.
In her prayer, she asked God to take him away.
But, how come there was this persistent small voice in her ear that told her ,' He is wonderfully made by Me, he's a blessing from Me to you. Take it. '
She didnt believe this was God's voice. 'Must be the devil trying to distract my attention. God, take him away...''
---
He was really nice to her, even to the point of compromising his own needs and emotions.
She needed a lot a lot a lot of personal space. Do not come near me unless I say so!
So he gave her the space. He often dropped by her house, left good stuff in the powerbox outside her house to surprise her. Yet he wouldn't ring or come in the house unless he was invited.
He told her, 'I will defend you even against myself.'
Silly but a smart man too.
She was impressed by his perseverance and wisdom to drawback or advance.
The whole world knew he liked her very much.
Yet, she would never give him any promise. She couldnt deliver it.
She must be the strangest girl he'd met.
--- To be continued---
All the posts that he and she wrote in the last few months were about events and memories in retrospect , in a chronological sequence. They occured in the past, long before they got together.
Lets continue here....
----
In her last post, she told the story of the house inspection on his birthday in June, and their first meaningful conversation in the Chocolate Bean, and how she felt he was different....she thought, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to open her heart for this man...
And in his last post , he told the story of her trip to Sydney in July..and how unstable she was , how mean she was to him...
So, lets continue here...
----
This was still in June, before she went to Sydney.
She was probably the most unstable woman he's seen in his life. One moment she told him to stay for 5 more mins on the phone...another moment she was beyond his reach.
He was right, she didn't know what she wanted anyway.
She believed she had a huge calling in her life and she refused to be distracted. She believed singlehood was the only way to serve God and pursue dreams in life.
She believed he's a good man, but even then she turned him away. She was very mean to him, almost icy cold to him. She rejected most of his invitations. She answered his call when she felt like it.
In her prayer, she asked God to take him away.
But, how come there was this persistent small voice in her ear that told her ,' He is wonderfully made by Me, he's a blessing from Me to you. Take it. '
She didnt believe this was God's voice. 'Must be the devil trying to distract my attention. God, take him away...''
---
He was really nice to her, even to the point of compromising his own needs and emotions.
She needed a lot a lot a lot of personal space. Do not come near me unless I say so!
So he gave her the space. He often dropped by her house, left good stuff in the powerbox outside her house to surprise her. Yet he wouldn't ring or come in the house unless he was invited.
He told her, 'I will defend you even against myself.'
Silly but a smart man too.
She was impressed by his perseverance and wisdom to drawback or advance.
The whole world knew he liked her very much.
Yet, she would never give him any promise. She couldnt deliver it.
She must be the strangest girl he'd met.
--- To be continued---
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