Trials of Men #2

The first drop of rain touched her cheeks while she stared into the horizon. Sipping her favorite cup of hot chocolate while sitting at the veranda and reading the latest novel by Jodi Picoult. It was a habit she's been practicing since a little girl.

She paused momentarily, looking up to the skies. Dark clouds and thunder rumbling in the distance created a hypnotic surrealism that brought her back to the day she met him.

It was raining that afternoon too, she was rushing back from classes and decided to check into the nearest coffee house to avoid getting wet. It was a crowded place, filled with students who like her just finished their classes. The smell of fresh brew of coffee greeted her with an almost pleasant delight as she stepped in. Slowly, she maneuvered her way across an empty table at the corner that her blue eyes caught on. The sound of chatting and laughter slowly fading in the background.

"Thump!" The sound of heavy books landed on the table just as Anne was reaching the table she spotted. It seems someone else had the same thing in mind. She looked up, and a tall man with broad shoulders slowly lifted his sling bag and lay it on the floor. He had black curly hair which was left unchecked. All she could glimpse from his face was a tiny dimple on the corner of his cheeks.

Heaving a heavy sigh, she looked around, disappointed that her seat was taken. Then he turned, probably from hearing the sound of her muttered frustration under her breath.

He smiled, gesturing her to take his place knowing that she wanted the place as well. Anne was slightly shocked, she was momentarily taken back. He was quite a charmer, she thought to herself. And a gentleman too. "Miss?", the man called out. Apparently, Anne stood still longer than she thought. "Would you like to take a seat?", he offered. Slightly blushed, she nodded. "My name's Frank. You?", the man asked. "Anne", she smiled.

Trials of men #1

And there she stood. As the moon glowed, pale in comparison with the gleam on her face. She took a look at her wrist watch, a gift she got for her 21st birthday, 6 years ago.

He was late. She waited patiently, occasionally stomping her feet to the rhythm in her head. A slow beat that she's been hearing lately. Was it something that comes when she was drifting away from all relevance of reality? She was not sure, but she knew it soothes her.

Out of the corner, she could hear hurried footsteps, and a familiar face appeared from behind the green bushes. He called out "Anne!" While catching his breath from the long stretch of pavement he jogged to come over. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had to run some errands before getting here", he explained.

Although she was annoyed with tardiness, she couldn't hold the anger for long, for she was enjoying the soft smile on this man's face. Filled with energy and eagerness to please. Such a handsome man, she thought to herself. His eyes shined with a sparkle that was both captivating and beautiful. And she knew it there and then, she was in love...

Excitement

This place is not so dead after all. Not so fun anymore. hahaha

I'm bored. I need something to do. I shall go rent a boat

I wonder.. @_@

Today i finally know what is way much more boring than taking sample and weigh!!! Its rechecking the moisture content analysis book.. =.="

Been doing that the whole day and im still not done... i really cant imagine how those accountant keep up with their work... everyday see figure... i sat down and start for few minutes i also give up d... hahahaha.. XD

My senior always tell me to enjoy my intern but i still cant find a way to enjoy it... its kinda boring... and yeah i felt like i been cleaning up someone rubbish all the time.. when they cant finish their job on time then ask me to do.. haizz... LIFE LIFE LIFE...

Worst part of all i woke up at least 5 times today when i was sleeping.. WTH!!! yesterday played futsal dam tired but cannot sleep soundly at all.. this suck and must wake up at 640..

Hopefully tomoro gonna be a better day... ADIOS!!

Dreams and what to make of it

I had the funkiest dream.

It was the end of the world, and we were in a modern space ship. Probably just waiting to die. I was with my wife (yes, I had a wife). Really beautiful but she was dying of cancer. (very tragic).


Her hair was falling and her body was weak. I was bringing her to a lounge where she could lay down more comfortably.

Then, a bunch of people came over to where we were and started making a ruckus. I was pretty mad because that moment felt really intimate when we were siting down side by side. Her lying on my shoulders and all.

So I made some signs hinting them that they should leave. But they did not get it. So I screamed at them. And they left.

And I woke up after that.

Really wonder what that means. Maybe it's a reflection of my love life. Strangers coming in the way and spoiling everything. Hahahaha. Or it's a sign that I really need to get a life.

Incognito

I totally forgotten about this place. This place used to be fun. Used to be where we gathered. Used to be where we catch up on our lives. I like this place. I find it so hard to find a place to vent things out lately, until I found this place again.


 Everyone is watching us these days. Waiting for us to fall and make mistakes. And I find it more frustrating that there are people out there talking about us like they know who we are. People who we don't even bother asking their name. Babbling about us. And we thought we could trust them. How foolish.


I find it sad that we can't go back to the past. I liked it there. Things were much simpler. Mistakes were not made yet. Regrets not felt. Love not lost.


I find myself going back to the past again and again. There is something there I'm missing. Like a huge chunk of me. Which I left it back there. I wish I could get it back. And feel it again.


I definitely miss her. I miss being with her. I miss having just her by my side no matter what the odds. I took it for granted and now all is lost. Though it hurts like hell, we all move on. You do, she did and I probably will... someday. But I don't know why I keep finding myself reminiscing about it. Every sad song that I hear, it's about her. Oh how I wish those were merrier tunes that I'll sing to.


I guess I'll just keep going back. Until I find the day I look back up.


Hopefully by the time someone reads this, we are all happier and have moved on. No matter how hard the notion seems now. I'll miss her for sure but I can't stop here. It's unfair to lock her down, and it's unfair to lock my heart out... I'm sure I'll find someone. For better or for worse. She did. Guess it'll be my turn.