Sunday, September 27, 2009 - Old Town White Coffee, Jaya One
After an adrenaline - heart pumping Go-Kart ride with my cell mates at Shah Alam, we adjourned back to PJ for a cup of tea. Upon leaving the cafe, I shuffled my feet, then looked up at Tania.
"I heard that you would like to learn the guitar. If you don't mind, I can teach you." I said with a smile.
"Sure," she said."
The rest is history..
I may be surprised by her answer, but I didn't show it. I thought if she did learn with me, it'll give me a chance to get to know her. I couldn't help it. I really like her and it seemed like the right to do.
For an instant, I thought I'd simply turn and leave. But again I couldn't take my eyes off her and held for just a beat too long. I couldn't help it...
I stood by the window, watching Tania walking back to her car. I was smiling to myself, amused by her expressions. Though I barely knew her, I've seen enough to conclude that she was one of those people whose expressions were a window to their every feeling. It was rare quality these days. he often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending, wearing masks and losing themselves in the process. Tania, I felt certain, would never be that way.
Pocketing my keys, I headed to my car, with the promise that I'll teach her guitar as soon as this coming Tuesday. I retrieved my guitar from Bernard's car boot- and drove home.
Just a few months ago, I would never imagine I would fall in love again. My dreams start to revive again with a thought that one day I'd build my dream home with someone I truly cherish and love. The only problem was that I wasn't quite sure what that entailed.
For the most part, I led a simple life and dreamed of throwing up a rustic little shack like the kind I've seen in Sydney, something with lots of character that appeared a hundred years old on the outside but was surprisingly bright and roomy on the inside. I didn't need much space - a bedroom and maybe a recording studio in addiction to the living area - but as soon as I'd start the process ( Thinking about her ), I'd reason that the my dream was better suited for something more family-friendly. That rendered the image of my dream home fuzzier, since it no doubt included a future wife and kids, neither of which I was even close to imagining.
Sometimes, the way I turned out struck myself as strange, since I broke up at my late twenties. One of my mate had been married for almost 5 years, and I could no more picture myself flapping my arms and zooming into the clouds. Sure, I'd heard stories of how they'd met on a hiking trip while they were in high school, how she sprained her legs and how my mate carry her from the top of the mountain to the bottom. One touch and "Puff, Bang, Boom, just like that," My mate would say, "I knew she was the one for me."
To Be Continue...
After an adrenaline - heart pumping Go-Kart ride with my cell mates at Shah Alam, we adjourned back to PJ for a cup of tea. Upon leaving the cafe, I shuffled my feet, then looked up at Tania.
"I heard that you would like to learn the guitar. If you don't mind, I can teach you." I said with a smile.
"Sure," she said."
The rest is history..
I may be surprised by her answer, but I didn't show it. I thought if she did learn with me, it'll give me a chance to get to know her. I couldn't help it. I really like her and it seemed like the right to do.
For an instant, I thought I'd simply turn and leave. But again I couldn't take my eyes off her and held for just a beat too long. I couldn't help it...
I stood by the window, watching Tania walking back to her car. I was smiling to myself, amused by her expressions. Though I barely knew her, I've seen enough to conclude that she was one of those people whose expressions were a window to their every feeling. It was rare quality these days. he often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending, wearing masks and losing themselves in the process. Tania, I felt certain, would never be that way.
Pocketing my keys, I headed to my car, with the promise that I'll teach her guitar as soon as this coming Tuesday. I retrieved my guitar from Bernard's car boot- and drove home.
Just a few months ago, I would never imagine I would fall in love again. My dreams start to revive again with a thought that one day I'd build my dream home with someone I truly cherish and love. The only problem was that I wasn't quite sure what that entailed.
For the most part, I led a simple life and dreamed of throwing up a rustic little shack like the kind I've seen in Sydney, something with lots of character that appeared a hundred years old on the outside but was surprisingly bright and roomy on the inside. I didn't need much space - a bedroom and maybe a recording studio in addiction to the living area - but as soon as I'd start the process ( Thinking about her ), I'd reason that the my dream was better suited for something more family-friendly. That rendered the image of my dream home fuzzier, since it no doubt included a future wife and kids, neither of which I was even close to imagining.
Sometimes, the way I turned out struck myself as strange, since I broke up at my late twenties. One of my mate had been married for almost 5 years, and I could no more picture myself flapping my arms and zooming into the clouds. Sure, I'd heard stories of how they'd met on a hiking trip while they were in high school, how she sprained her legs and how my mate carry her from the top of the mountain to the bottom. One touch and "Puff, Bang, Boom, just like that," My mate would say, "I knew she was the one for me."
To Be Continue...
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