Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Part 3: Dinner then East Coast (Monday)

It’s so weird to be so free and single. Freedom is scary.

Right after cycling, I met up with some friends for dinner.
Supposed to meet at Eunos MRT at 715. But I got lost… (as usual) and reached there late.
We were supposed to go Siglap for thai food. But the #$@ place was closed. Monday lah!

But we went to bedok instead. We had a feast. I was full. Yet I felt empty.. Hmmm…
Everyone left. I didn’t want to go home so early. I went to nearby east coast.



As soon as I parked the car, wow.. The wind, the salty sea air smell. I had just spent so much time at so many beaches in Singapore the past week. Yet I couldn’t get enough of it.

Sigh. The perfect place to be.
But….. I went there with the wrong person.
I shouldn’t have gone there with me.

As I walked along the shoreline, I passed wave after wave after wave after wave…
Of romancing couples. Dammit…I felt like the only person in the whole wide world without a companion. In fact, I was.

I selected a nice spot and sat down.

The waves were fiercely slapping on the shore, creating thunderous roars. It was as if the sea was angry with me for joining the east coast beach couples party 2004 without a date.
The stars however, were nice to me.
Whenever I looked up to gaze into the night sky, the stars would glitter brightly, silently and steadily for me. They were sparkling and saying hi to me from their fixed positions up in the cloudless sky.
The endless line of ships over the horizon, called out to me too.
‘Soon’ I told them. Soon, I might just join them.

Boys and girls (okay.. some uncles and aunties too), were seated precariously close (sometimes one on top of the another) in pairs (hopefully one boy one girl.. too dark cannot see).

They were so engaged with each other in their own little world. They were so caught up with each other and were oblivious to their surroundings; and paid no care and attention to this little boy who was seated all alone amongst them, bent over his little handheld computer, feverishly hitting out at the keys which were to constitute his blog for the night.

If he were here two weeks before, upon seeing the love and affection around him, he would have jumped into the sea and crashed into the crashing waves. (my gosh.. What amazing prose...)

Why would he do that?
He had given his heart, leaden full with treasure, to the girl of his dreams. She however, "tore it apart, and broke his angelic heart"…
(Actually, she took it, went to east coast beach and tossed it into the waves. That’s why he wants to jump in to look for it again. =) )

btw, this boy is not me. I’m a romantic. I just like to imagine such tragic tales of love. Hehe..

I’m certain that many many weeks before, there was a certain girl, full of love in her heart, had her heart broken by me. I had tossed her heart into the sea, because I was chasing my own dreams. What goes around, comes around perhaps. Maybe that’s why my heart is destined to be broken forever as well. Maybe I’m destined to be alone, like what’s happening now.
I don’t know the future. Maybe, maybe not.


For me, I’ve not given up on hope.
I’m just sitting here, enjoying this time of solitude and freedom to be amongst love, the stars and the sea.
Anyway i didn’t stay long.
Hate being alone and I felt cold. (Didn’t bring my jacket and no one to keep me warm either)
And the love all around me was making my hair stand.
Hmmm…contradiction. If my hair was standing, air would be trapped, heated and I shouldn’t be feeling cold… so why was I feeling cold? Hmmmm….

Before I went back to the car, there was one couple that didn’t behave intimately. Hmmm. A rare find. They looked more like friends…
Tot everyone here were lovers. Or else why did they come here in the first place?
‘Soon’ I told myself. Soon, I had wanted to tell them. ;)

Saw this really cute cat and kitten too. Former was grey, latter orange. Hmm not related i suppose. Forgot about what i learnt about epigenetics.
They were soooooooo adorable.
I tried to reach out to pet them. But they ran away from me.
Scaddy cats.
Hmph.

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