Monday, May 14, 2007
alrighty. i've decided to give this one shot. as my close friends know. i love writing. AB-SOOO-LUTELY passionate about it so i'm gonna publicize one of my recent writings. this is just the beginning but i think it's a pretty good starting so i'm positive about it. please give me feedback but just don't rip off or my parents will be sending off lawsuits for copying my ideas. =) haha.
Blake Marsh glanced at his watch. It was almost a quarter to three. He was hot, tired and sweaty and all he wanted was to go home. Turning to face the dance floor, he caught a glimpse of his lover, Jessea Stanford. Her wavy black hair flowed past her neck and settled around mid-back, her dark blue eyes glistened like stars as she followed the thumping beat of the music. She was definitely in her element.
However, he had to go off to work in about five hours and he needed some rest before then. He grabbed Jessea's wrist. "Come on, honey. We're going home, we ought to be resting."
It was obvious Jessea did not want to go. But she had work tomorrow as well. She followed Blake outside where a cab was waiting. "Twelve Woodgrove Drive, please." Blake said before leaning back onto the comfortable taxi seat. Jessea laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed but a smile playing at her lips. Blake smiled and brushed the hair out of her face lovingly. He could not believe that he had met someone as beautiful and wonderful as Jessea.
He opened his eyes as the light from the window spilled into the room and fell in his eyes. He checked the clock. It was half past six. Closing his eyes shut, he heard the flush of the toilet. Immediately he went outside to investigate. Jessea sat on the floor, her arm holding on the toilet bowl rim for support. "Honey? You all right?" He asked, rushing to help her stand up.
Jessea shook her head, her face tinged a slight green. Dizzy with nausea, she barely spoke as Blake guided her to rinse out her mouth before tucking her into bed. Blake kissed her forehead gently and went outside. He poured some water into a glass and took out two aspirin before placing it on the bedside table next to Jessea. Expertly, he covered her with the blanket, pulled down the shades and turned on the bedside lamp on his side of the bed for some muted light just in case Jessea woke up later. He quickly showered and prepared some toast for Jessea and himself. It was almost eight. Lastly, he called to inform that Jessea would not be coming in for work today, pen a quick note for Jessea and headed outside where his carpool was waiting for him.
Blake Marsh glanced at his watch. It was almost a quarter to three. He was hot, tired and sweaty and all he wanted was to go home. Turning to face the dance floor, he caught a glimpse of his lover, Jessea Stanford. Her wavy black hair flowed past her neck and settled around mid-back, her dark blue eyes glistened like stars as she followed the thumping beat of the music. She was definitely in her element.
However, he had to go off to work in about five hours and he needed some rest before then. He grabbed Jessea's wrist. "Come on, honey. We're going home, we ought to be resting."
It was obvious Jessea did not want to go. But she had work tomorrow as well. She followed Blake outside where a cab was waiting. "Twelve Woodgrove Drive, please." Blake said before leaning back onto the comfortable taxi seat. Jessea laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed but a smile playing at her lips. Blake smiled and brushed the hair out of her face lovingly. He could not believe that he had met someone as beautiful and wonderful as Jessea.
He opened his eyes as the light from the window spilled into the room and fell in his eyes. He checked the clock. It was half past six. Closing his eyes shut, he heard the flush of the toilet. Immediately he went outside to investigate. Jessea sat on the floor, her arm holding on the toilet bowl rim for support. "Honey? You all right?" He asked, rushing to help her stand up.
Jessea shook her head, her face tinged a slight green. Dizzy with nausea, she barely spoke as Blake guided her to rinse out her mouth before tucking her into bed. Blake kissed her forehead gently and went outside. He poured some water into a glass and took out two aspirin before placing it on the bedside table next to Jessea. Expertly, he covered her with the blanket, pulled down the shades and turned on the bedside lamp on his side of the bed for some muted light just in case Jessea woke up later. He quickly showered and prepared some toast for Jessea and himself. It was almost eight. Lastly, he called to inform that Jessea would not be coming in for work today, pen a quick note for Jessea and headed outside where his carpool was waiting for him.
what we could have been, 1:15 pm.
okae, firstly just wanna say HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to every mom out there. yeah sure. i know. how ironic. the person who doesnt care about her family, well-wishing everyone else. but i do care. just that i dont see the need to publicize it.
anyways, kinda worried about my history SA1 coz i dont have a proper class and lessons so i dont usually do well and i really am hoping to score for this paper just that i never seem to have a strong enough paper to do so. X/ kinda demoralizing.
so all the best to myself. and the three guys who'll be taking the paper on tuesday as well. good night all!
anyways, kinda worried about my history SA1 coz i dont have a proper class and lessons so i dont usually do well and i really am hoping to score for this paper just that i never seem to have a strong enough paper to do so. X/ kinda demoralizing.
so all the best to myself. and the three guys who'll be taking the paper on tuesday as well. good night all!
what we could have been, 1:07 pm.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
i dont really know. but it's like there are cracks just waiting to fall open. wounds left untouched but still raw from the last battle. maybe we're not meant to be. but i dont and wont say any of this in front of you. i see your expressions, your honest and good intentions. and i dont have the heart to say do anything to hurt you. intentionally or otherwise.
maybe we should talk about it. maybe we should not. but something's got to be done. i cant leave. i dont know how to. and i dont want to. coz i know i cant survive. that's my weakness. knowing that you are the winner hands down.
you've got that endearing quality that makes everything feel okae. i've never felt this way before. everything seems to remind me of you. you're the pillar of strength, the tower of shelter away from everything else.
but at the same thing, you're my enemy, my opponent. everything i detest and more. you're too close for comfort. i feel suffocated, i feel raw. my cards laid down on the table for you to see. but sometimes, words cant describe how i feel and you cant understand it either. neither am i able to understand yours. there's that gap, the one we normally dont notice.
what should i do?
maybe we should talk about it. maybe we should not. but something's got to be done. i cant leave. i dont know how to. and i dont want to. coz i know i cant survive. that's my weakness. knowing that you are the winner hands down.
you've got that endearing quality that makes everything feel okae. i've never felt this way before. everything seems to remind me of you. you're the pillar of strength, the tower of shelter away from everything else.
but at the same thing, you're my enemy, my opponent. everything i detest and more. you're too close for comfort. i feel suffocated, i feel raw. my cards laid down on the table for you to see. but sometimes, words cant describe how i feel and you cant understand it either. neither am i able to understand yours. there's that gap, the one we normally dont notice.
what should i do?
what we could have been, 1:24 pm.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
okae. today is like my super happiest day even though i had three exams which kinda ruins the feelings but nevertheless i still remain optimistic and excited about it.
coz we're finally reached the six month mark. honestly? i would have told you that it was a fling. something to entertain with for about two, three weeks? could have been at first but then he changed everything. and i'm glad about that coz i've never been happier ever since.
happy anniversary.
coz we're finally reached the six month mark. honestly? i would have told you that it was a fling. something to entertain with for about two, three weeks? could have been at first but then he changed everything. and i'm glad about that coz i've never been happier ever since.
happy anniversary.
what we could have been, 1:22 pm.
