Telling Tale

A Day Begins

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 08:21:00 +0000

Sarah looked out the window, watching cars pass by. They slowed down as they approached a bump. Then they sped up again; sped away.

The day had passed from gloomy to sunny. She liked gloomy better, but knew not why. Come to think of it, she thought, she had always liked rain better than sunshine.

One of the symptoms of melancholia, so it seems. Untreatable, maybe. But certainly she was not one who will delight in it. There was another part of her that was a relentless optimist. And sunshine is its prime symbol.

As she pulled herself away from her gazing (she had other things to do), she recalled last night. It was a very boring one. Yet she still wanted it to continue.

Today was a day she did not want to dwell in. Yet it’s not like you can stop it. She fatalistically resigned. Yes, there was nothing you can do.

“Maybe…” Sarah whispered. Why did she say it? She did not herself know; maybe ”maybe” sounded nice. Perhaps it was suitable. Something made her say it.

What did? She did not know. Maybe she said it because it sounded nice. If so, then “niceness” made her say it. How dare it force her! She chuckled. I’ve got things to do.

What things? Homework. Lovely. Really. She sat down. Oh wait, I need to get my books. She got up, and took them. Then she sat down again.

Two hours later, Sarah was eating her lunch. She did not like lunch, yet she did not want it to end. No, the day must not continue. But continue it did.

Afternoon. The sun showed no remorse. She was untouchable, however. Sitting safely in her room. With the aircond. And the fan. No that’s cheating. Face the fact.

She got out of her house. She had to breathe. To calm down. The sun wasn’t nice. But she wished it would shine all day. Enough with wishing. It’s evening. I’ve got to take a bath.

What’s with bathing? She relished it. Run down the clock, run down the day. Yep. Waste your time on the conditioner. Yes, and where’s that useless apricot scrub? There it is. Lovely.

Time to go. Not for me. Mum says so. I got to go. Darn. Get out, get dressed. Who cares about what dress? No…this one is too fluffy. No, too tacky. Who gave this abomination to me? Did I buy it?

Time to go. Urgency forces Sarah’s choice. She puts on a dress, and she’s ready to go. No time to think about it. She must be ready.

Here we are! Have fun, and good luck! Mum says. I wish. Sarah stepped into the hall. She found brief solace in her friends, cheering her on. No, their cheers were useless. It was all up to her.

Onto the podium. In front of the people. Then, Sarah smiles. Yes, she’s a lovely woman. It would be a sin not to forgive her. But wait, there’s no need. She is wonderful. Excellent!

Sarah gets off the podium. They’re clapping. She beams not because of the claps. I’ve done well, Sarah thought. The day ends. It is inevitable.

The Wannabe Wanderer

noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit) — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 10:04:00 +0000

It was a hot sunny day on this serene fishing village, the peaceful sound of the breaking waves makes this place almost the perfect break away. The fisherman can be seen haggling their catches with middleman.

A Harley Davidson roars upsetting the village norm, blowing the dry leaves as it cruises along the nearly quiet road. The rider, Amir felt pleased his discovery, he deliberately took the less taken route, something that he unlikely would do a week ago.

Amir stopped at a small beach, his body felt sore after riding for the past few hours. He sat on a fallen palm trunk, looking on the soon to set sun. It makes him thinking, what did he wants in life? What have he achieved?

A week earlier, Amir was just another guy in the working society, works have gotten the better of him, he felt lost, and he felt stressed. The everyday maxim of “live the life you want to live” is too tempting, and so in moment of impulse, he quits his job, bought himself a Harley Roadster, and to cut the story short, reached where he is now. He was living the dream, he was the uber cool rider.

His drifting mind was interrupted by the biting bugs. He scrubs off the bugs and the annoying thoughts. A rider won't be disheartened by this trivial bother. The sun is setting down, its crimson view is good enough for any landscape photo. Amir arose, he took another view along the beach before looking back to the sunset.

He shouts out loud,

“THIS IS SO DAMN BORING~!”

No Life Redemption

noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit) — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 09:56:00 +0000

Jimmy open his thermos, pour out some ginseng tea. He looked at the bed beside while taking a sip or two. It’s empty, just three days earlier he was chatting with a nice chap who occupied the bed.

“It was regrettable you left before me, you’re such a good company. Perhaps we can continue at another place,” thought Jimmy.

“Well, we’re gonna leave eventually my friend, it come down to how you live your life. Take out your little regrets before you go and you will be at peace,” Jimmy recalling the chap stating.

“Regrets? Little is an understatement,” Jimmy laugh. He misses the chap, then he noticed someone standing alongside him.

“Hi there buddy!”

Jimmy was surprised, it was someone he didn’t expect, and somebody that he was very familiar in the past. Standing before him is Linn.

“Well hello there stranger,” Jimmy beamed like the morning sun illuminating the sky. It's a very pleasant surprise for him.

“How did you find me?”

“Oh, how hard would it be? It's stupid to post something in the blog if you don't want people to know.”

“You forget that I have a PHD in stupidity didn't ya?” Jimmy laugh, he didn't expect Linn to read his blog after their last encounter.

A month ago, Jimmy’s health was deteriorating, a full checkup disclosed he have a tumor in his brain, which he avidly posted in his blog.

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I went to the specialist to determine what’s really wrong with me today. I was thinking, ‘it’d better be cancer or something equivalently malignant because it is insanely pricey for a non-diagnostic.

My hallucinations are getting more frequent, even in the medical specialist office. The nurse was strip dancing for me. You might think it was kinky, but the problem is, it was a male nurse.

I was so traumatized by my own delusion that the only few word that I can comprehend from the specialist was ‘hello…… not good sign…. Tumour…. Brain ….’

Well, people always says be careful what you wish for.

I'm not looking forward for any treatment.

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“How are you feeling now?” Linn asked, but realized that's a stupid question.

“Me? Oh, I could look better, but I don’t want those pretty nurses to be swarming over me. Yeah I AM that fine-looking aren’t I?”

“But sometimes, I do that, just to get me some extra dessert. I think I'm popular with them,” Jimmy continued.

“Yeah right,’ Linn laughed. ‘You didn’t really change did you?”

“You have to keep your personality girl.”

Linn hold his hand. “I mean really, how are you? Why don’t you accept treatment?”

“I think I’ve live long enough. Karma, remember?”

Jimmy carried on, “I’m ok with these, I have passed on the acceptance for this. I don’t want all these painful stuff. Life is already a pain itself. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t be here if I haven’t collapse in the public few days ago.”

Linn sighed, the moment of silence between them is deafening.

‘Where’s Pat?’ she asked, breaking the ice.

‘I didn’t tell her, and I don’t really want her to be sad over me anymore.’

‘She takes the breakup pretty bad you know,’ Jimmy explained.

The silence returned. Linn sat there quietly, lost for what to say next.

“Well, don’t make this visit all about me, it’s been more than a year since I last saw you. You sure appear more corporate lady than you used to!” Jimmy poked fun at Lin.

“Is that a compliment or are you being sarcastic again?” Linn laugh, at the same time, tears started to flow down her eyes.

Jimmy’s laughter disappears, with a serious smile, he said, “I miss you, you know, every single day!”

“You're lying again. Why you never call me after you canceled your wedding?”

“I… I just couldn’t drag you into my turmoil. You’re doing so well in life. You’d never really wanted anything to do with me anyway.”

“You idiot, whatever happened to your best buddy promise?”

“Cause it hurts too much to be there yet so far, I don’t want to go through these again."

Jimmy continues, "Lin, knowing you was fate, loving you was something I have no control over it. Missing you is the burden that I choose.”

“Well, missing your voice means that I'm a cheapskate who didn't pays the phone bill.” Jimmy joked again.

“You do this all of the time, you never take things seriously,” Linn cried. “So you are leaving me alone now?”

“I know I should have come earlier, bad thing will pass, I’m here now, and I won’t leave you. Please, please don’t give up. We can work through this together. Please Jimmy, please.” Linn begged.

Jimmy picked up his phone, he pressed something, and Linn’s phone rang. It's an incoming message.

The message read:

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Will you love me? Maybe not today, but perhaps sometime in the future? And I do mean love, not just a good companion or buddy. Please? I'm waiting here, waiting to continue my life differently.

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“I intend to send this to you. Yet somehow, it was never send out from my phone,” Jimmy said. “Thanks for giving me the strength to finally do it. To finally said I love you.”

Jimmy breathe hard, a sharp pain was unbearable in his head.

“I love you Linn, I love you so much!” Jimmy struggled.

Jimmy looks up, the visitor chair is empty, there was no one there.

“Sigh, I was hallucinating again,” Jimmy said smiled softly. “Perhaps they're my punishment.”

Jimmy slowly closes his eyes… and never to open again.

love lost

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 11:05:00 +0000

Do you love me?

The words he dreaded to hear came out from her cherry rose lips. Tinted with gloss, sparkly in the mid day sun. He took her by the waist and brought her closer to him. So close that she could feel his heart beat against hers.

Do you love me?

She asked again. He looked into her hazel brown eyes, only to see his own reflection in them. The words wouldn't come to him as he struggle not to turn away, not to deceive her. She, in turn, started to wriggle and free herself from his arms.

You knew. You knew from the beginning the answer to that.

He felt his mouth tighten. His tongue wanted to scream that she was the only one for him. Strangely enough, he froze at the one moment when his courage was summoned on that windy sunday afternoon as they stood underneath the apple tree where they first met.

Do you still remember the promise you made to me a year ago as we stood at this very same spot on this very same day?

Yes, it was as though it was only yesterday when they first met. Coincidental but it was like destiny at work. Just like every other day, he took the same route to work, passing by the apple tree that never bore any fruit for as long as he could remember. That summer, the first rain of the season brought with it a renewed hope.

Why did you promise what you didn't intend to keep?

He remembered on that sunny lazy afternoon, as he strolled by the same path but only that time, she was standing there, weeping by the apple tree. Her soft brown hair falling in down her bare back as the wind played with it. Her dress was a shade of pink, just like her cheeks. It was the first time he saw her there. The first time his heart skipped a beat. The first time he felt life had something to offer. The first time he felt in love.

Did you forget everything that happened between us?

When she turned back to see him there by his bike, the tears were flowing freely like a stream down her freckled cheeks. He took small steps towards her, unknowing of what to do. Should he say hello and ask her what's wrong? Or perhaps he should console her without asking too much. Before he could ponder on his course of action, her arms flung around him and she cried against his chest.

Open your eyes. Just say goodbye.

The beginning of something beautiful, their lives intertwined and the ups and downs came fast and swift. Yet, the longer they spent sharing their lives, the worse his memory became. So much that it was becoming a chore to remember daily menial tasks as his illness took a turn for worse. At times, he woke up to find himself by her without knowing how it happened. It wasn't long until his memories of her began to fade away. Yet, the one memory that never left was of that lazy afternoon underneath the apple tree.

I'm sorry.

He turned and walked away.

I love you.

He whispered.

departure.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 14:26:00 +0000

July, 29th 07

She looked at me with a thin line of water streaming down her light pink cheeks. Gently and carefully, i placed my hand onto her hand. she pushed my hand away but she locked her eyes on me. "Sorry," i whispered "There is nothing much i can do. This is all i could give, my heart." Slowly, she moved her head, staring at the blank white wall with heavy sobs. I know this is hard for her. She might not know, this is even harder for me. My heart is not only aching but it is tearing apart.

I stood up and walk headed towards the door. "Please, don't leave me here, alone," she pleaded as i was about to reach the door. I could not take it no more. I walked out speechless, trying hard to sustain myself from crying. Walking down the streets with crowds of people. I see them smiling happily. So carefree. I wanted to be like them. Smiling and forgetting all my sadness.

I passed by the "place". Yes, the place. The place that stole my happiness. The place where it all started. Maybe because i am soft hearted that I let her in so easily. How could I? I knew that this would happen. Why am I so silly? I not only broke her heart but I shattered my heart. The pain. This is not going to happen to me. I am not going to cry. I cannot cry. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and everything became black.

The next day I woke up, I saw her face. She is the prettiest girl on earth. How I wish I could tell her how i feel all along. Oh, her smile. Brighter than the sunshine. No! I looked away. Her soft fair hand stroke my face. Please, stop it. Don't do it. I can't bear to leave you. "I am tired. Please leave me alone." She walked away with heavy steps. Each and every step she made, my heart crushed and shattered even more. The pain is excruciating.

July, 30th 07

There is a group of people here. A mixture of doctors and nurses. I wonder what is going to happen. She haven't been visiting me since that day. The day I told her away. Somehow, today seemed to be harder for me to breath. I asked the doctor but he told me i would be fine. I wonder.

August, 1st 07

Baby, I love you so much. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, growing old together. You are my angel, you are my guardian. You gave me the fullest support when I am in doubt. You gave me light when I am in darkness. You fill my life. I am sorry that I have to leave you so early. I am sorry that I did not told you I have brain tumor. I never knew that I would fall in love. Please, remember that I always love you and I will watch you from up above.

Never ending love from,
Yours truly.

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She flipped to the last page of his dairy and she looked up the sky. Gazing the sky softly and gently, she smiled as if he were still there. "It has been 3o years now, my dear and I am living my life to the fullest for you."

grey territory.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 10:16:00 +0000

"Why are you here again?"
"I don't know. I thought you could use some company"

Some company, she thought to herself. As she opened the door to her bedroom, he saw a soft light from the ceiling, illuminating the twinkly stars that he had helped her stick on the ceiling a week ago. Throwing his stuff on the sofa, he made no hurry to go in , watching her silhouette move about in the tiny room.

"are you coming in or are you just going to stare?"
"is staring not an option now?"

She marched out of the room and roughly pulled his shirt collar to her face before ravenously kissed him on the lips. Rough, hard but sensual all the same. The scent of her perfume mingled with her own bodily scent. So strong, yet feminine that the intoxication was too much for him to handle. Drowning in ecstasy, he pulled her body closer to him. The body that had teased him relentlessly over the past few weeks.

"no, wait. you stink. you smell of cigarette. And liquor"
Letting out a cheeky laugh , he retorted "look who's talking" and slapped her on the butt.

Slipping out of his arms, she turned her bare back to him and tip toed to her room , all the while casually unzipping her dress at the back and letting it fall off her waist, thighs, knees and finally on the floor. He could barely contain himself at the sight of the dress coming off with such ease and was more astounded with how was it that she managed to stay so beautiful with the amount of junk she shoved in her face.

"seriously, do you want to stare all night long?"
"do you ever stop to think about it?"
"what about"
"about what we do?"

The dreaded pregnant pause. The dreaded question.

"are you concerned about it?"
"do you think i should be?"
"if i am not, why should you be?"

She was already spread out on the satin sheets as he slowly pondered on the conversation, taking his time to unbutton his shirt. Impatient with lust and hunger for him , she stood up and knelt on the edge of the bed where he was taking his sweet time. Pulling off his tucked in shirt with all her might, few buttons came undone and they fell onto the floor , the sound resonating in harmony.

Her hair which was carefully coiffed just few hours ago was now in disarray, giving her that messy out of bed look which only added to her sensuality as they careless stumbled down her cheek , cascading in soft curls onto the edges of her cleavage. The love bite he gave her few nights ago was still there, cheekily mocking him from behind the curtain of hair.

By then, her impatience escalated to astronomical level that she didn't bother with his pants and shoved him onto the bed. Hips apart, kneeling over him with the bewildered look. As she bent over, her body shivered with the cold as she struggled to keep her balance and nipped his ear to his neck to his chest while her fingers ran their course from head to navel.

"wait. I can't do this"
"what do you mean you can't? we've been at it for like weeks. "
"not when i love you"

King Ace

noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 09:05:00 +0000

Ace breathes heavily, he is lying on the ground, he didn’t recognize where he was, all he knows that there was a searing pain on his head. Even taking a breath hurts. Not able to move, he looks up to the sky, admiring the slow moving clouds. It helps him feel relieved, he felt so peaceful.

“I give up, I can’t carry on, I have done my best, it’s over,” he thought. The sun ray temporary blinded his sight.

“Get up son.”

“But dad, I'm hurt, my leg bleeds,” Ace protest. He sought to gain his father’s sympathy, he longed for his love.

“Get up, everyone is expecting us, we shouldn’t disappoint them.”

“But dad, I'm tired. They have others, why should we be the one?” Ace asked.

“Son, they're relying on us, it is an honor to have people counting on you.”

“Never let small things dishearten you, and you'll be destined for greatness.”

“Yes dad, I'll remember that,” reaching out to grab his father’s offering hand.

As the cloud passes on engulfing the sun, Ace came to his senses, his hand was in the air. The situation was noisy and disorderliness. He was lying in the middle of the soccer field. His head was accidentally elbowed on an aerial tussle and hit the ground awkwardly.

“Ace, are you OK?” His teammates circled around him. They are all concerned, he was their best player of the finals but their comradeships are more worried of his injuries.

Looking at his teammates, Ace felt as though his father was still there. Swallowing up the pain, he slowly forced himself up.

The crowd cheers, giving him the extra strength he badly needed. He gestured the on rushing medic to stand back. He then point to the tormentor, the opponents.

He roared to his heart worth,

“You will not take me down, we will not give up, and I will never die!”

“I WILL RULE THIS FIELD! I WILL RULE THIS WORLD!”

“AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!” he laughed loudly, as though the world fell silent and listened.

The crowds went wild! Win or lose, he will be remembered as the king of the day.

Shouting that, Ace collapses to the ground. Everyone was shocked. Medics rushed to his side, and carried him aside. Ace suffers from a serious concussion.

Yet, that's the year they finally won the title.

Over a Cigarette

noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 10:03:00 +0000

As he drove into the car porch, Jimmy called up Linn to announce his arrival. Not long after, he found himself at her doorstep. She left him at the door, with it open with ajar as she rushed off without so much of a word. Not even a little acknowledgment of his presence. Yet he took it all in his stride went upstairs to her room, she was vomiting in the toilet.

Making himself at home, Jimmy sat on her bed while his eyes wandered around the pastel pink room. Apart from the blinking illuminating decorative lights, the room was pitch dark. The room was small but cozy. He silently complemented her on her interior designing skills. An opened bottle of wine was left on the dressing table while a half filled glass of wine stood carelessly beside it. On her bed, the laptop was showing a scene from a movie that had been paused.

Moments later, Linn walked in the room, clearly unhappy as she took her place in bed by his side.

“Help yourself on the wine if you like,” she said, heavy with fatigue.

“I thought I am here to enjoy the wine with you.” smile Jimmy.

Linn never answered. Instead, her index finger directed his attention to her head. Jimmy reached out and began to ease the tension away. She felt her worries leaving her one by one with each stroke of his fingers against her temple.

“Hmm… I’m too lazy to wash up, I can still taste my puke,” whisper Linn.

“Sleep if you don’t want to. You are lazy anyway.” Jimmy laughed, and watched her fall asleep.

Jimmy got up from bed, took the half glass of wine, and finished it in one gulp, smearing the sheets with few stray droplets. Just as he was shutting down the laptop, he couldn’t help but to notice that it was playing Juno. Deciding not to switch off the blinking lights, he looked around the room once again, took out an unopened packet of Marlboro Light, and placed it on the table. Covered with the world map, some beer posters and Post-It-Notes with random scrawling, the wall seemed uniquely decorated with lavender scented room that had seemed to engulf the room.

“So this is what single independent female room looks like,” Jimmy thinks.

He felt hungry. He didn’t have a proper dinner as he was hoping grab a bite with Linn. Looking back at the sleeping Linn, there was an unexplainable feeling inside. He gently laid himself by her, with one arm supporting his head as he gazed at her. A thought lingered in his mind.

“Man, am I hungry or what?”

A magazine was thrown by the pillow. He picked it up and through the blinking light, the cover was screaming with the title on new mom story. Stashing it aside, sleep wouldn’t come to him. His mind was everywhere; Life, his relation with Linn, and almost everything under the sun.

“What are you doing here? She didn’t ask you to be here, are you sure you are needed?”

“What am I?”

“How much do I worth?”

“How many times does a person normally turn his head before falling asleep?”

Jimmy didn’t know any answers. He wrapped his rough arms around Linn, hoping to fall asleep, and he spent more time wondering around in his mind before eventually did.

At the break of dawn, the hangover effect was gone but Linn wasn’t in the mood to be out and about or seen with Jimmy. His offer to buy her breakfast and daily was a welcomed one as she washed up. Making coffee for the both of them, she turned on her laptop to resume watching Juno.

They didn’t chat like they used too. Perhaps things had grown awkward for the both of them. Friendship plus emotions make strange bedfellows. But Jimmy still hangs around for a while, perhaps too reluctant to leave.

Just before he left, Linn asked, “Why do you act like that lately?”

Jimmy fumbled, although he knew this would come, yet the answer had never come to him before. Nor was he any prepared in anticipation of this; his idiotic mind never knew how.

“What ever happen, what will happen, I would still choose our friendship rather than risk losing you.” He answered. An answer that even he didn’t really know whether can be done.

He looked around and his mind wondered again. Juno, new mom article, vomiting…..

“Hey, Linn, you’re not pregnant are you?”

Linn laughed. Such a coincident does not make her pregnant.

Jimmy drove back. While driving, he though “Are you glad to see me or the cigarette that I brought?”

A New Light

noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:05:00 +0000

Nina walked into her house, spontaneously bumped off her heels. She was speaking to Rusty on her cell, and her mind was very much occupied.

As Nina walked into her house while cradling her cell phone on one shoulder, she unconsciously kicked her heels off before entering the house. On the other line was Rusty and in her mind were thoughts of betrayal.

“Me? Selfish? You of all the people!”

“Of course I want out, it is not getting me anywhere. I had enough!”

“Oh, now it hurts? Where were you when I cried my heart out? When I bleed? You were never there, you only wanted it cause it’s over!”

Nina walk into the kitchen, pours her a glass of water.

“So you can stop being so pissed to care about me? anymore,” taking a sip.

“Oh, be happy that you don't need to anymore,” nearly throwing tosses her glass off. She composed herself, placing the glass back on table.

It has been a long time, a path long taken by Nina, one that she never expected to take. Rusty was Nina’s office superior when she joined the firm. Under his wings, he nurtured and gave her all he knew to climb the corporate ladder. Before they realized, she had grown from a blurry fresh grad, into a capable women, contributing into a major part of the company growth. But alas, it was not the only thing that grows, their feelings for each other grew too.

Before long, they are in each other arm. You might say it’s romantic, but Rusty already has a steady girlfriend. Rusty would get every reason he have to stay back, meeting, discussion, urgent work, just to stay with Nina. It’s an affair that soon got the office talking.

“You’re with her now? Okay, I’ll call you later.”

“Please come to me, I miss you,”

“I will be here, I will be here when you are ready.”

What feels like a honeymoon changes into reality. The reality was Rusty never will leave his girlfriend. Amid all the lies and false hope, Nina naively waited. Waiting things to change, waiting for him to be finally hers. She begged, cried, and tried everything. Still, her hope never did materialized.

Yet, they are still frequently drawn to each other, even after Nina left the firm. Perhaps both are unwilling to let go, Nina was vulnerable, Rusty was unrealistic. To them, it is not they would not quit, but the process of getting out of it hurts more than it is now. But that’s just their excuse.

These relationships are cursed. It gets complicated, but the reason is simple. They just fell in love to the wrong person. Like a quicksand, it swallows the short moment of happiness they might have.

That was a year ago.

“Yes, I am happy. Why can’t you be happy for me? It’s what the least I deserve. Don’t you forget! You are the one who choose her over me!”

“Yes, I wanted it to be over. I have to move on, I have move on. What you say now is meaningless. This will be the last time I talk to you Rusty.”

Nina breathes hard.

“I honestly wish you happiness, but that happiness will not come from me. Goodbye Rusty.”

She hung up, instantly switched off her phone.

A tear flow down her eye, but it was not of sadness, it was relieve. The nightmare is over. Only then she realized that Danny was already in her house, listening to her conversation.

“Well, that went well,” he quipped, reaching out both his arm. Nina embraced his hug.

“I’m so glad I found you. I love you,” she said.

She finally is free.

Two Friends

noreply@blogger.com (aLittleMisfit) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:03:00 +0000

“Fuck you! You’d never have the guts!”

“Oh yeah?! Watch me then!” Shouted Rico as he runs up to a transvestite. He pulled hard “her” exposed bra strap, and let go with a loud twang. The loud snap is unforgettable, the image of a transvestite falling in agony with her companion trying to get hold of her paint the picture even deeper.

“Oh my god! Oh shi~” Nero was shocked, and starts running away too, part afraid, part excited.

“Hahahahaha!” Rico laughing while running, with Nero chasing not far behind. They both ran and ran, till Rico collapse on the ground, but yet still laughing. Rico stopped to, not because Rico stopped, but to vomit. This makes Rico to laugh even harder, nearly rolling on the floor.

It takes a while till the two regain their composure. They clean up, have a darn fulling dinner and then took their stroll to decide what to do next. They stopped by the beach front, opened up some can of beers and chatted.

“It’s been a while since I have so much fun.”

Pausing a while, Nero continued, “it’s never this happy with her, I have to end it. You understand right, Rico? I never meant to hurt her.”

“Hey, what’s past is past now. We have to keep moving forward,” Rico said.

“Come, since we’re here, let’s go harass some prostitutes next shall we?” He continued.

“Ahh, so fast after our cross country run earlier? I think I’ll pass. I’m not the runner I used to you know,” Nero reject.

“Yeah, the infamous I’m too busy with my girlfriend to hang out with you guys excuse.”

“Sigh, perhaps I give in too much in my relationship, too much till I forgot who I am, who I really am. It’s suffocating me.” Nero lament.

“Whoaa! That’s deep shit you have, or gay, whichever it is, sounds too heavy to me,” Rico retort. Handing Nero another can of beer.

“Why do women have to be so complicated?”

“It’s always between humans.”

“But, I never have such problems with you guys.”

“Cause you don’t think about sleeping with us guys you pussy! Now drink up!” Rico said, forcing Nero to take a big gulp.

A week ago, Nero broken up with his girlfriend of three years. Rico as his best friend took Nero on a road trip. While they seem to be having the time of their life, Nero seems to be troubled by something, even more so than when he broke up. Rico just be there his best buddy, knowing Nero will get it out of his chest soon.

It is a windy night. Nero soon finds himself standing very close to Rico. “I’m using your fat ass as my windbreaker.”

“Yeah, cause it is only that your height is as high as my ass!” Rico proudly shout his comeback line.

A brief moment of silence between both the men and Rico turned to Nero, “Come on, what’s bothering you? I don’t think it is about your breakup now. Want to get it off your chest?”

Nero’s smile vanishes. He sighed loudly. “I don’t know whether I should tell you this, but I have been struggling with it and it’s really killing me.”

“I don’t know whether I should do it, because it will changes everything.”

“Well, a person should go for his dream, live the life he wanted. No point living in regrets. Go for it, I’ll always be there for you.”

“OK, here goes,” Nero smiles. He took a step toward Rico, and plant a wet kiss on his lips.

Rico was too shocked. In his mind was, “WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!”

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noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 00:28:00 +0000

The quiet morning greeted her with a gloomy overcast sky. As she tossed in bed, her left arm stretched to find him gone. Groggily, she turned and found only his scent still lingering where his warmth laid the night before. Then, she remembered of his promise the night before and a smile slowly crept up to her face.

He’ll be back. She said to herself. And made a mental note to wake up on time just to catch him on his way out.

Struggling to find her footing, she dragged her lazy fatigue laden body to the bath room and stared at her naked reflection in the mirror. Every single curve of her body, every single scar that left. She took another close look at her eye bags before unconsciously closing the door and took a slow long warm bath.

Thought s of his words swirled in her pretty little head. Of how he love her. Of how he accept her as who she is. For a moment, she was caught up in the warmth that she forgot the running water that spilt over the basin.

Just as she dried herself, the unfamiliar sound of the garage door creaking open welcomed her and she peered out to catch his car coming into the house. Again, she smiled as made her way down to greet him. Seeking to surprise him, she tiptoed into the kitchen but somehow, he turned back and smiled at her cheekily.

Ouch. Morning, dear.

Morning. Had a good sleep?

Yea.

His smile melted her heart like it always does.

Like always, he was contented to be whipping up breakfast as she read the newspaper in the living room with a glass of orange juice in hand. Occasionally, she peered from behind the newspaper to watch him in the kitchen. Half the time, their eyes met each other. And the smiles that they had grown to love finds their way to their expressions.

The smell of crispy sausages stole its way from the kitchen to her nostrils, making her tummy growl in protest of the food. With a tall glass of orange juice in hand, he took her from the daily ramblings of the Sunday newspaper to the dining table.

A small peck on the lips and they were seated for breakfast. As the small chats came in between bites of sausages, scrambled eggs and corn beef, the dog let out a growl which turned into a friendly bark.

She’s here.

He excused himself from the table before heading for the keys and turned open the door to greet the other her at the gate. As she sat and finished her breakfast, thoughts came and breezed through her little pretty imagination as to what it would feel like if they were introduced. The awkwardness would be expected. But how does one who gets introduced to their predecessor would feel like if not odd and a slightly uneasiness?

Casually brushing those thoughts away, she finished the rest of the corn beef.

Clink! The heavy fork dropped on the ceramic plate causing the sound to vibrate around the open dining and living room.

Uh oh. She thought to herself. Bad omen. Bad bad bad omen.

Slowly, the uneasiness of impending doom started to manifest itself and just like the horror replaying in her mind moments ago, he called out to her for the dreaded introduction.

Hi, this is annie. This is ally.

Oh, hanney?

No, no. It’s annie.

Ops, annie? Nice to meet you.

It was weird. It was odd. But most of all, downright difficult. To speak with your mouth half full.

Breakfast became an ordeal suddenly as she struggled to finish it and made a quick dash to the kitchen to do the dishes as they came into the house. She could hear their conversation; not too clearly but enough to know that they are on good terms. No pang of jealousy but the agony of wanting to remove herself from the scene to avoid being the third wheel.

Little did she realise it would be the beginning of being the outsider in her own relationship.

Soon as she dried the last dish, swiftly she made her way from the kitchen towards the dining table where they were already seated. A quick visit to the table to get her juice welcomed her with their cheery faces that it made her feel even more out of place.

Join us?

Excused herself and made a dash to the comforts of the study room, she retreated there and thought why she had the nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. It was like a reunion of sorts going on down there and as much as she tried to shut them away, thoughts of them rekindling downstairs kept repeating in her mind like a broken gramophone. She blamed it on herself and turned to the screen for some comfort but found none.

Sitting alone listening to Duffy didn’t help matters much as Duffy crooned about breaking up at Warwick Avenue. Unable to contain her curiosity any further, she went out and could hear the heated conversation downstairs. From talks of selling the house, it took a turn for worse as words turned harsh and the situation turned ugly.

There were soft cries. There were sobs. There were those feminine wiles that she knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand and would give in like her to him. Her heart broke and knew all at once that he didn’t know better when he said that he love her. That it was her he wanted to be with.

Too much to bear, she closed the door shut behind her, hoping to shut the conversation. She could no longer hear them in her own contained loneliness but her mind began to replay the conversation again and again like it always does and the feeling of wanting to abandon started seize her, escalating the fear to new heights.

Once again, her world was hers again.