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...
Monday, February 2, 2009
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?
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