I leaned down... and kissed him.
And the world cracked open. (Agnes de Mille, b. 1905- )
xx
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star
That somewhere you are thinking of me too
'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming about you and me
Wonder if you ever see me, and I
Wonder if you know I'm there
If you looked in my eyes
Would you see what's inside
Would you even care
I just wanna hold you close
But so far, all I have are dreams of you
So I wait for the day, and the courage to say
How much I love you
Yes I do
'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming about you and me - Dreaming Of You, Selena
It’s been 11 years. Over the years, I have been dreaming of many things, many people.
Weird sappy mood aside, I had a very conflicting afternoon. I went (or not) for an interview only to be told I got the timing wrong just minutes upon reaching in a cab. I swear I heard her right. Anyway, they refused to see me, citing they were busy. So there I was standing at their office courtyard in the middle of Newton in my heels, aching feet and made-up face, feeling helpless, sad and rejected. And $9 poorer.
I have never felt so crushed. I felt worthless. I felt cheated. I hung my head low and made my way to the MRT. As always, life is a freaking bitch sometimes.
A freaking heartless bitch.
Oh well.
Got my family trip finally confirmed. We are heading to Perth at the end of the month and for the first time ever, all 5 of us are going on a holiday together. The last being in 1987 to KL. and the sister wasnt even born then. Sheesh! I am looking forward to it. I am going back to Freo..to Red Roosters’..to the Perth City museum…to my uni…to Baskin Robbins’…and of course, that park where I used to play tennis alone (playing with a brick wall).
It will be great to show my loved ones where and how I spent my days as a struggling uni student.
It feels like homecoming.
Totally chilling.
Good times.
A thousand times goodnight, sappy whiners.
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