One Short Stop

A Very Special Horse

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 02:24:00 +0000

Little horsey gave a big sigh

And tried his utmost not to cry

Shut his eyes, tried not to think

He did not want his heart to sink

He looked at others in the meadows

Enviously from the shadows

Oh, how he loved their backs that gleamed

How impeccable they always seemed

He hated his dreary brown coat

The way he ran was far from ‘float’

His mane would never stay in place

His nose was too big for his face

His legs were short, his ass was big

The others teased and called him weak

His mind was not as quick as some

The one girl who loved him was mum

One day horsey wished on a star

That in the future (but not too far)

He grow out of his awkward phase

And maybe even leave this place!

As horsey lay in slumber deep

Something happened in his sleep

A bright light shone, a soft breeze blew

But little horsey slept right through

When morning came, and open eyes

He got a very big surprise

He had a brand new horn, and my,

He even had big wings to fly!

The other horses stared in awe

They’d not seen unikos before

Horsey beamed and said with pride

‘I love my beautiful gold hide!’

He stomped his foot and waved his horn

He flapped his wings and was airborne

He shouted back and tossed his mane

‘I never will come back again!’

Superrstarr and the Special Surprise

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Tue, 27 May 2008 05:22:00 +0000

About a daulphin who's blue about being single..

Superrstarr glumly cleared the table and loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. He had just gone through (yet another) failed blind date. She looked every bit as beautiful as her picture suggested, but it turned out that she wasn't very hygienic and suffered from scale fungi on her tail (and the way she kept scratching it was rather off-putting as well). Superrstarr felt a little disgruntled. He was a friendly daulphin, with many fluff friends all over fluff land but daulphins were a rare breed in his part of the world. And while he was all for inter-fluff relationships, he'd wanted to someday have his baby racer daulphin (being an incredible racer himself) that he wanted to groom to be just like him. His friends had tried numerous attempts to set him up, but really nice normal daulphins were hard to find, and the sky, ice and ocean daulphins, while more common in his area (he lived in the rich suburbia of fluff ocean) were rather stuck up (being invite bonus pets and all).

Normally Superrstarr was a very happy-go-lucky daulphin, but lately due to his impending birthday and the increasing amount of nuptials among his friends had made Superrstarr slightly depressed about being single. One day, Superrstarr received yet another blind date invitation from Cloudy, his best sheepu friend. He was on the verge of refusing and seriously considering a life of daulphin priesthood, but Cloudy refused to accept no as an answer. Reluctantly, Superrstarr dragged himself out of bed and waited (rather sulkily) at the pier as arranged. To his surprise, instead of yet another itching daulphin, Cloudy met him and told him he just wanted to spend some quality friendship time fishing and chatting, like old times (recently, Cloudy had landed a role in Mary's new film about finding her lost lamb and was rather busy filming).

After a spectacular day of fun-filled activities, a tired Superrstarr returned home to find a surprise birthday party prepared for him! (He had been so busy moping, he hadn't even realised his birthday had crept up on him). All his fluff friends were there ( and had taken the liberty of filling up extra tanks of oxygen should the party extend till late) and they had prepared all his favourite dishes. Superrstarr felt overwhelmed by all the love and attention his friends showered on him, and felt terribly blessed to have them all. He decided to get out of his depression and just let things be. He knew one day he'd find the true love of his life, and if not, there was always his friends!

Lazarou and The Great Escape

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Thu, 22 May 2008 01:11:00 +0000

This was my first attempt at writing a humorous story... Thankfully, the person I wrote it for helped me out by giving me the storyline that she wanted, so I took it from there.

Basically, Lazarou is a turtle that has been put under house arrest by Vetinari, her deeno after a cow molesting accident. Lazarou was innocent however, accidentally bumping into the cow's udder after dropping his monocle.

Enjoy the unfolding events. :)

Unbeknown to Lazarou, Ms. Moo was actually the mistress of the kingpin of the fluff world, Mr. Firebreath (who was rumoured to actually eat baby leppits for breakfast!). Ms. Moo (being a very attention-seeking cow) was extremely displeased at not having her 15 minutes of fame; seeing as how Lazarou was practically herded into the (fluff) police car by Vetinari immediately after the cow molesting incident. In actuality, Vetinari had recognized Ms. Moo and was trying his best to protect Lazarou. However, a rushed 10 seconds of profuse apologizing (with a few bows) did nothing to pacify Ms. Moo.

Vetinari had requested that Lazarou be put under house arrest in order to avoid him being held at the (fluff) jail (many fluff cops were said to be on Firebreath's payroll and Lazarou would not last 2 seconds in there).

Lazarou was extremely annoyed at the situation; being a well-known businessman, he did not want his reputation to be tainted and also needed to meet many clients. He could not remain under house arrest! He tried various ways to escape, with the excuse of 'proclaiming his innocence', but Vetinari was a very experienced detective and was well-prepared. Driving his car forcefully out of the house only resulted in him crashing into a fire hydrant a few blocks away when trying to navigate a bend at top speed. Sneaking out of the back door in the middle of the night had him landing in the neighbour's cacti (on his stomach!) after slipping on their baby leppit's toy car. That kept him occupied for awhile as he spent the next few nights plucking out stray thorns. His final most recent attempt of diving off the roof into the neighbour's pool (and missing it) had ended in a cracked shell and some broken toenails. (And also many drunken nights of depression).

Vetinari's was getting angry at Lazarou's inability to comprehend the direness of the situation, especially when Ms. Moo had once turned up at the house with a truckload of lecoons and knives demanding to see Lazarou. Vetinari had had to stuff Lazarou into the spaceship in the garage (with him complaining loudly and *still* drunkenly about suffocating) lest Ms. Moo tried to storm the house.

However, finally it was revealed that Lazarou had indeed bumped into Ms. Moo by accident. The fluff dairy had recently installed a hidden camera (after they kept getting break-ins from orphaned baby wallabies for the milk) and it had managed to get everything on tape. Lazarou's name was cleared and Ms. Moo was finally given her hour of fame when she was interviewed by the Fluff Daily.

Lil Squeeky and the Rainbow Sunshine Candy Quest

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:05:00 +0000

I wrote this for a competition, and got 9 gold..second place.. :) Lil Squeeky is a mouseu on fluff.

One sunny day, Lil Squeeky clambered out of bed and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. As she threw open her windows, she suddenly noticed that her garden was bare! It was as if all her daisies, lilies and tulips were never there, and her pine tree stood alone by the gate. Lil Squeeky suddenly remembered she hadn’t talked to her flowers in over a week! In fluff land, you had to talk to your flowers to make them feel loved, and encourage them to grow. Flowers got sulky very easily, and if they were ignored for long, they ran away. Lil Squeeky had been so busy lately helping Cherry Jubilee to throw a birthday party that she had neglected them.

In a panic, she dashed over to Ella Flutter’s house for some advice. Ella was an expert when it came to flowers and plants. Ella calmed down the distressed Squeeky, and told her in order to get her flowers back, she needed to plant some sunshine, a piece of rainbow and some candy canes in the spots where they grew. However, she only had 2 days before her flowers find another garden and settled there permanently. Upon hearing the news, Lil Squeeky flew over to get the help of the unikos.

Gracey immediately raced her over to the Mirror Lake, where Mr. Sun stayed. All gold unikos knew Mr. Sun personally, for it was he who gave them their beautiful tint. Today, his rays beat down hard, but Lil Squeeky braved the heat to ask him for a little sunshine. At first, Mr. Sun was displeased that she was disturbing him at work and for her own mistake no less. But after he heard the full story, he mellowed slightly and gave her a snippet of what she wanted. Lil Squeeky thanked him profusely, and then immediately left with Blue Belle to Horizon Square.

Horizon Square was a small town where rainbows resided. Lil Squeeky had never been there and she was awed by the beautiful cloud homes, baby rainbows playing in the yard and the occasional pot of gold peeking from under a bush. Blue Belle was a frequent visitor of Ultraviolet, her childhood friend. Ultraviolet was just giving her baby a little haircut, when they found her in the backyard. “Well aren’t you in luck!” she beamed, as she swept up the colourful trims into a bag and handed them over to Lil Squeeky. They stayed for orange tea and some layer cake before bidding Ultraviolet goodbye.

Lil Squeeky now needed only the candy canes, and Pink Blossom brought her over to Lovely Lane to purchase them. Lovely Lane was the place to go to for anything sweet (and not necessarily only food items), and it was packed as usual with everyone clamouring to buy all sorts of things. Lil Squeeky’s heart sank when she saw the sign in the sweet shop window that said ‘Cotton Candy and Candy Canes are SOLD OUT for the week’. Now she’d never get her beloved flowers back! However, luck was once again on her side as Pink Blossom had a sweet tooth and was a very popular customer at the sweet shop. The owner, Mr. Chewy, always kept the last bag of candy canes for her. Lil Squeeky was delighted beyond words, and rushed home to plant her sunshine, rainbow pieces and candy.

After a quiet 3 days full of worrying, Lil Squeeky woke up to find her flowers were back in their places! She squealed with joy, and rushed outside to tell them how happy she was that they were back and to apologize for having neglecting them. She threw a big party to celebrate the homecoming of the flowers and to thank her wonderful friends for doing all they could to help her. She felt contented. Life could not get better than this!

death's sweet escape

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 15:19:00 +0000

She dreamt that it was springtime
When the flowers were in bloom
And after dusk and twilight
Stars were twinkling in the gloom

She dreamt of fragrant summers
And of evening walks with dad
She dreamt of apple blossom trees
And the sweetest fruits she’d had

She dreamt of seaside picnics
Of sea foam and white sand
She dreamt of golden meadows
And of holding Josh’s hand

She dreamt of being healthy
When she never got a cold
The illness got her body
But it could not get her soul

She dreamt of sleeping fitfully
Of pain-free peaceful nights
She dreamt she’d no longer be
Under the harsh hospital lights

When the person she’d been waiting for
At long last stood by her bed
He took her hand and smiled at her
And very calmly said

‘It’s time to send you home once more’
As he stroke her golden mane
She smiled at him and closed her eyes
And never woke again.

The Uniko Story

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:38:00 +0000

*note: I know I haven't been posting, so if this doesn't get read.. nevermind then. lol... I wrote this for a contest that was held on the (fluff) pets forum[for the uninitiated, that's an app on facebook]and since, hey! it's a story, and I haven't been posting, I decided to put it up. Happy reading. (btw, 'unikos' are the unicorn pets (mini fluffs, they are) and they come in blue, pink and gold. =)

Home

The uniko looked up at the big tree blowing in the wind. The tree, which once had big boughs weighed down with sparkling fruit and glittering leaves was now reduced to almost threadbare branches. Kind of like herself, she reflected as she glanced down at herself sadly. Her beautiful golden colour, which had turned to a dull bronze, had started fading almost the same time as the tree started to deteriorate. As she looked back at it, she remembered how she was found under it; her, a baby uniko and it, a young sapling, with a note for Mama Deeno, who ran a shelter for abandoned fluffs. It had said that when the tree started to bear its fruit, she was to be fed only those, and that the fruit was to be eaten by her alone. Indeed, it was impossible for any other fluffs to feast on those shiny berries, for the tree raised its branches high whenever anyone but she was to try and pick the fruit.

The tree had been her only friend growing up, for the other fluffs were jealous of her beauty and the supposedly ‘preferential treatment’ she received pertaining to the special fruit. They ignored her, and day after day she stood under the tree staring at the other fluffs playing happily nearby, wishing she could join in the fun. After a while, she no longer wanted to be a part of them, but instead spent hours lounging under the shady branches chatting with her friend. Sometimes when it was quiet and the wind blew, she thought she could almost hear the tree whispering back to her.
Now she felt weak as she quietly lay under its branches as she had done all these years. Staring up at the twinkling stars in patches of dark blue sky between the gnarled branches, she felt her eyelids getting heavier and soon she was dreaming. Two golden unikos appeared, beckoning to her. She smiled, suddenly understanding. They were her parents, come to collect her at last.

The whispers were true; baby unikos everywhere were not abandoned. They were simply left behind to experience the world before they were taken home to the Golden Isle, where they lived peacefully forever with the rest of their kind. It was time to go home.

The next day, a beautiful golden flower stood where she had lain; and the tree was never to bear fruits again.

*note 2: for contest purposes, I had to limit the story to 200words, so I also posted the revised version here; if you would like to take it look. Will post the outcome when results are announced. =)

**edit: I got second... so won a rain/dear set... :)

The uniko looked up at the tree that had been her friend for all her life. She remembered how she had been found under it her, a baby uniko and it, a young sapling, with a note for Mama Deeno, who ran a shelter for abandoned fluffs. It had said that when the tree bore its sparkling fruit, it was to be only eaten by her. Indeed, it was impossible for any other fluffs to feast on those shiny berries, for the tree raised its branches high whenever anyone but she was to try and pick the fruit.

But lately the tree had been dying, just as her beautiful golden colour had been reduced to a dull bronze. She felt weak as she quietly lay under its branches as she always did. She dreamt; and two golden unikos appeared, beckoning to her. She smiled, suddenly understanding. They were her parents, who had come to collect her at last.

The whispers were true; baby unikos everywhere were not abandoned, they were simply left to experience the world before they were taken home to the Golden Isle, where they would live peacefully forever with the rest of their kind.

The next day, a beautiful golden flower stood where she had lain; and the tree was never to bear fruits again.

Dear God

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 19:41:00 +0000

Dear God,

Is it true i can talk to You? i know that i haven't been much of a talker, but i often wonder about people who say they have conversations with You all the time... it must be nice to have someone who understands everything, forgives everything, and never interrupts... but sometimes the silence is so overwhelming, i need to talk to someone else. is it because i don't have enough faith that i don't hear You? or i just don't try hard enough? or merely because i only talk when i need someone to talk to? but all these wouldn't matter if truly You would always be there for me...

i guess understanding myself leads to understanding You which leads me to understanding myself more... just a tautological cycle, in a way. but sometimes when i have my occasionally bursts of courage and strength, or when my mind crystallizes when i need to focus... i'd like to think it's You listening to me in my time of need and responding. sometimes i suddenly think wow, the world is great and i should be grateful... (even though sometimes i just wanna crawl away into the hole and sleep my life away) but i don't know if it's cause i'm just a 'romantic' or it's You trying to remind me... that You're here, that not everything is about getting good grades, being popular or getting that guy, that there're other things out there too...

i'll try harder. i'm really looking forward to talking to You one day. when i'm wise enough to listen.

Love,
Jill

Happy Ending

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:19:00 +0000

The green ferns lightly glaze the water's edge. The morning air is crisp and fresh, and she takes several deep breaths. Twigs crunch lightly underfoot as her soft muslin skirt drags on the ground behind her. She walks slowly, eyes wandering around the place she used to frequent as a child. It was funny that a place that gave her so many happy memories when she was growing up now attracted her in times of sadness.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

The sunlight peeks through thick branches of green leaves, rays of emerald spilling on the ground, forming patterns on the scattered remains of what used to hang high above her head. She kicked at them absently, noting how alike they were to her current state... desolate and forgotten...

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

She finally reaches her destination. The water gurgles happily, blissfully unaware of the pain that tears at her heart. There were way more ferns than 20 years ago, she notes, and they cover the entire edge of the lake clamouring for the water as they stretch out their leafy arms. She gracefully navigates her way through the thick foliage to the water's edge, her hands balled into fists.

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

A little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love...

As the water laps at her sandals, she opens her palm. Nestled safely within, her wedding band dazzles, the diamonds catching the sunlight and shattering it into a spectrum of colours; a stark contrast to the dull greyness in her heart. She stares at it dully then shuts her eyes tightly, screwing up her face as if to banish the memories from her mind. Finally her shoulders slumping, she lets out a sigh of defeat.

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

As the words reverberate in her head, she slowly tilts her hand, watching the ring slide off her palm into the water with a soft plop as it sinks into the murky depths. In spite of herself, her lips curve into a sardonic smile as she reflects how ironic it was that the place she had planned her 'happily ever after' should bear witness to its demise as her dream came crashing down around her ears...

Stuck in a Moment

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 11:17:00 +0000

She slowly closes her locker door. The weight of the bag she slings on her shoulder could not compare to how heavy her heart felt. Looking up, she suddenly sees him standing at the end of the corridor gaily chatting to his friends. Seeing the wide smile on his face, her heart breaks a little more. She quietly turns on her heel and walks down the opposite end of the hallway to her classroom.

Plumping up the pillows on her bed, she settles herself comfortably back down and turns her attention back to her half written paper. It is 10pm, and she still had loads to finish on the assignment that was due tomorrow. *beep* He was online. All of a sudden, she found it hard to concentrate. Questions swam in her head; if would he message her, what would they talk about, how was she supposed to react... As she prints out the last pages of her assignment 2 hours later, she takes one last peek at her messenger. He was still online. No message. With a deep sigh, she shuts the lid of her laptop.

She stares at the screen of her hand phone. She had just spent the past 20 minutes figuring out how to write a simple, non-combustible message (without betraying how she felt) to him just to request for a copy of the project guidelines that were handed out in class that afternoon. The instant and short reply of just 'Sure.' made her sad, like he couldn't be bothered with her. Gone were the 'dear's and 'miss you's that always accompanied his messages.

It had been a pleasant day, with much shopping and laughter as she whiled away the time with her best friend. As they speed past the beach, she suddenly falls quiet leaving Mindy to chatter on. She looks at the sunset, at the crashing waves, the long stretch of white sand, the couples walking along hand-in-hand and she suddenly feels a terrible hollowness within her. He had promised to take her for that long awaited beach trip, which now seemed never to be.

She had tried her best to fill her time; buying novels to read, organizing outings with friends, chatting on the phone, keeping up with her studies... but at every free moment, he crept into her thoughts. And at the of the day, when everything was over and she had locked her front door behind her, she was always haunted by the emptiness of her house and the crushing loneliness of just her.. and she would weep.

Remembering History

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 14:05:00 +0000

The winds rustle in the trees as orange leaves float to the ground. I pull my sweater tighter around me as I make myself more comfortable on the grey cement steps of the red-bricked apartment. Turning my eyes away from the swaying trees in the opposite park, I open the thick leather bound book in my hand. The yellowed pages flutter as I turn them, slowly, drinking in its contents. Photos of a different colour and clarity than now, marking the technological changes we have gone through, sat four to a page accompanied by my mother's painstaking chronology.

'Our First Date.' There she was, looking lovely in a sundress with flowers in her hair, posing against a convertible. Her wind-swept curls against the backdrop of swaying trees and a stretch of sandy beach told me it had indeed been as lovely a picnic as my mother claimed.

'My Birthday.' My mother cutting into a delicious looking cake which, from the narration below it, was baked by my multi-talented father. The usual family and friends were missing from the picture, my mother and father both having been from an orphanage.

'Our Wedding.' My parents made a lovely couple; my father young and handsome in his tux, a rosebud in his buttonhole; my mother looking resplendent in a heavenly concoction of lace and silk.

'The Prettiest Baby in the World.' A bouncing baby was happily clutching a rattle, giving the photographer a toothless grin. I was finally looking at my own baby picture. I gently finger the edge of the photograph, smiling as I noted what a chubby baby I was.

'Our First House.' A pretty lady laughing in front of a small town house while carrying a smiling toddler. Despite the black and white monotones, I could tell it was summer from the blooming flowers and the ice cream cart in the background. My parents had barely enjoyed their new house for even a year before they were killed in an automobile accident that I survived; I was adopted, their belongings were sold.

I feel a soft hand on my shoulder. Mavis sits down beside me, pulling her shawl tight around her thin shoulders. "Do you like it dear?" she asks. I put the book down and take her wrinkled hands into mine.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me. It's the only connection I have left with my parents. Thank you for saving it all these years." She smiles and wipes my tears with the edge of her shawl. "Honey, I always knew someone would come for it."

That evening, I leave the apartment with a full heart, feeling the world a sweeter place.

A Spiritual Reunion

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 12:01:00 +0000

'Code Blue! Code Blue!'

She swung her chubby legs to and fro as they dangled over the edge of the orange plastic chair. Her big brown eyes blinked twice as a flurry of white coats raced by her into the glassed room. She watched as they struggle to stick a tube down the throat of a pretty lady, with her curly hair and her rosebud lips; who was trashing around on the big bed.

A young man paces the back of the room, features twisted in fear as he stares at the doctors working hard to revive his wife. White sheets stained a deep red as blood dribbles down her lips and out of the gaping wound in her stomach. He turns away, his knuckles almost white as he clenches his fists tightly. The little girl stares at him from her row of orange seats, silently twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around her finger.

The clock on the wall ticks. A harried doctor sticks a syringe into one of the many tubes dangling out of her arms; another doctor barks out orders to the nurses scuttling about in a panic. The machine beside the bed beeps loudly, green lights flashing as erratic patterns on the screen flatten out into a straight line.

More people are running into the room. Someone reaches for the paddles, another rips open the lady's hospital gown, everyone backs away from the bed. The blinds are closed, blocking the room from public view. Sighing, the little girl jumps off her chair and smooths down her pink smocked dress. Adjusting her polka dotted headband, she steals a quick glance at the clock.

3 a.m. She smiles sweetly as a figure approaches her. They embrace, tears glistening in both pairs of chestnut eyes.

"I've been waiting for you, mommy. It's time to go."

The room door slides open. The young man slumps against the wall, head in his hands as tears soak through his fingers. They both turn to look at him. Taking her mother's hand, she quietly says " Daddy will be alright mommy. He's got my favourite angel looking after him." The lady looks at her with a sad smile and slowly nods. Together, they walk away into the light.

A Message

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 19:32:00 +0000

i know that i don't talk much. it isn't that i don't want to, but i just filter more things out when it comes to you. i know, you always say 'it doesn't matter. i can say stupid things too sometimes'. but it isn't so easy for me. i'm trying, but i guess it's not enough for you. i need to not feel like an idiot, not to see that 'huh?' look, to not pass remarks that receive rebuking.. and i guess that just makes me too needy of a person.

sometimes i have stuff in my head that i wanna ask, but i just don't. i don't know why. i just keep it all to myself. so yeah, i guess i really did bring this upon myself. i say stuff without thinking, and get into more trouble. i guess saying things that i think you want to hear, or trying to stop you getting pissed at me.. only gets me into a worse situation.

i need prompting when it comes to talking. i'd like to think it's the years of people pouring out their stuff to me, and me just listening and nodding that made me this way, but i guess it's just me. Indifferent me, as you always say, not really bothered by what people are telling me. but in truth, it's just that i take what you say... and the rest i'd think are not important enough to be in the story. i mean, i can't notice what's missing... maybe if you pointed it out i would, but i guess that's just a dumb request. i know you always say you want me to explain more, but sometimes your actions say otherwise. like the 'huh?' look or the 'o..k...', then silence.. then i feel like i just said a bunch of nonsense...

and after all that i've mentioned above, i guess you'd just think 'gosh, that's a load of excuses... yet again!'.. and i can't blame you because maybe we really are different. you can't understand why i'm like this, and i can't understand why you can't understand me.. i have no idea why i can do things to upset you, or disappoint you without even realising.. i guess i'm just an insensitive person or i just do things that i don't think you'd mind but you do.

and through it all, i miss you...

Untangled

noreply@blogger.com (pingz) — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:30:00 +0000

A strand of hair blew across her face. Tucking it behind her ear, her unblinking gaze at the bluish green mountains out in the open sea travelled to the distant familiar figure that was gradually coming closer. Months of anguish and sleepless nights were finally coming to a close. It was time to stop living in what-ifs and make a decision.

A soft smile grazed her lips as she drank in the crinkly eyes, crooked grin and endearing stare. Months of suppressed emotions bubbled to the surface and she took a deep breath to steady herself. Looking down at the small book in her hands, she took a last flip through it. Photographs, a dried rose, perfumed notes in different colours; bits of memories flashed by. Stopping now and again at a few dog-eared pages, worn with use, she stared blankly at them occasionally looking up toward the sea.

It had been torturous, a meticulous perfectionist like her, to have all her well-made plans blow away by a whirlwind of something she could not control. And yet, it had been a truly exhilarating ride with guilt-trip detours now and again. Trying to hold on tight to someone familiar, someone she knew she could trust, could love her the way she wanted to be loved, all the while her heart was slowly stolen away by someone she never imagined she could fall in love with. And she was never one to embrace change.

It was difficult to do the right thing, and even more difficult to convince herself that it was right. But in the end, she knew it was what she truly wanted. It was always him, even if he was the unknown, somehow deep down she knew something was there. And she was banking on it to get them through.

She stood as he strolled up to her side. She brought her arm to the back, and with all her might flung everything in the sea; the book taking along her regrets, her uncertainties, her hesitations. Taking a deep, calming breath, she turned to him and flung her arms around his neck. Bringing her lips to his ear, she told him she loved him for the first time.