After listening to Music Diary…
I called Lingzhi the other day. Strange to give her a phone call when I see her every morning hor?
Liyi and I were listening to the repeat of Music Diary in the studio that morning. She remarked that Lingzhi’s choice of songs was excellent for that particular edition. I agreed and went on to say “音乐日记那么受欢迎不是没有理由的。灵芝那么用心。。。不像有些人纯粹只是混日子。”
The story that day was intriguing. (Guys who heard that episode: I didn’t listen to the entire story cos I was rushing off. Don’t flame me for minor discrepancies. Hee)
Girl meets Guy.
Girl gets along fine with Guy.
Girl meets Guy’s friends and relatives.
Girl is so happy cos she thought she’s found the One.
One day, Girl sits in a coffeeshop waiting for Guy.
Girl sees Guy approaching and waves.
Girl hears Woman telling Kid, “Daddy is here.”
Girl sees Kid running up to Guy and calls him Daddy.
Wah lao eh!
Guy says he will split with Wife.
Girl agrees to wait.
Wife turns up and slaps Girl.
Guy slaps Wife for slapping Girl.
Wah lao eh!
Girl leaves Singapore, heartbroken.
So sad…
Girl returns to Singapore after her parents’ demise.
Girl writes to 933.
Girl leaves Singapore after selling the house.
Girl is still single.
So sad…
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The story sparked off a debate between Lingzhi, Liyi and I the next day.
I thought the guy was an arsehole for not telling the truth in the first place.
Liyi thought the girl was plain naïve and might have chosen not to believe signs that indicated the guy was a married man.
Well, we didn’t know the exact details and all… But this love story (or whatever’s left of it) did stir some emotions and began a thinking process. You might or might not find yourself in the same situation, but I guess most of us would share some similarities with the girl. (Huh? No meh? Only me meh?)
When you’re so deeply in love (or infatuated, duh!) with someone, you might choose to believe. And when you choose the wrong things to believe and the wrong signals to pick up, you send yourself to the gallows of pain.
When the rosy picture you single handedly painted is tainted with a dash of reality…
When the tinted shades you have been wearing can no longer filter the lights of truth…
The one suffering would be the enthusiastic painter and the naïve shades wearer.
Oh I can so empathize with that.
想到了第一次见到你
你有一种奇怪的魔力
我感觉到我自己
偷偷想靠近你想到了第二次见到你
感觉我并没那么高兴
因为我发现自己和你的距离
Dear X, I so wanna push the blame to you and F you upside down (not literally lah!) for sending the wrong signals. But I so realise that the rosy picture was painted by me and the tinted shades were configured by me.
I don’t think I wanna see you ever again. Childish, yes. Immature, yes. But I don’t wanna handle the aftermath of the shredded rosy picture and the cracked tinted shades.
I have other things to do. Like finding a pair of shoes for this Friday.
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