There is no hero in her sky, The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice

This song was sung to me by that someone sometime back, and was it a culmination of feelings or just the right time at right moment, that I actually felt tears roll down my cheeks. Such a bitter sweet tune coupled with his lovely voice and strumming of melodious guitar chords.

I dunno what came over me but I decided to just come clean and ask new paramour what is the status of things. He is a almagation of mixed signals, one moment giving me the impression that he wants us to be serious and seems to go in a jealousy mood when the ex calls; yet he can be so aloof and tempermental at times. I sensed a slow change in attitude towards me as compared to the first time we met... very much like his predecessors.

Taking a stab in the dark and riding on dutch courage, I just went straight up to ask him if he'd look towards us carrying on our current state into the future. When he replied with a "more like friends, but not as this", I kinda knew it was coming but it still stung. Whether he just assumed it was more friends with benefits rather than an actual budding romance I guess I'll never know. And I dun think I want to bother either.

Oh well, at least now I know for sure so I'll avoid laboring under false pretences.

To all the men I loved: " FUCK YOU GUYS AND YOUR ROMANTIC BULLSHIT TO TIMBAKTU".


I think I shall go shopping again tomorrow. this calls for extended retail therapy session.