sittin down, i wait.
it was a night just like any other. i hold the controller and lazily played, wanted to finish the game. then the sms came. and it started a journey of love...Monday, January 29, 2007
she lies. to me.
this day, today, i've changed the url of this blog.
she lies. she lies blatantly. she lies through her teeth. i called her and the phone line was engaged. i tried again sometime after, and it got through. i told her that i called before, but then i didn't get through. not askin her to explain, but in my mind, i wished for an answer. i paused for a while intentionally.
this blog. i wished that it can last forever, with millions of post. but the lifespan of it, i can't hold it. i don't control it.
she lies. to me. she lies to me.
she lies. she lies blatantly. she lies through her teeth. i called her and the phone line was engaged. i tried again sometime after, and it got through. i told her that i called before, but then i didn't get through. not askin her to explain, but in my mind, i wished for an answer. i paused for a while intentionally.
"I turned off the phone for a while, and then turned it back on."
this blog. i wished that it can last forever, with millions of post. but the lifespan of it, i can't hold it. i don't control it.
she lies. to me. she lies to me.
posted by soonhong # 11:20 PM
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
he and she. not he and she.
she once said she left the 99% of him for the 1% of not him to my side.
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he's her old boy.
he's her new love.
she's a start of a new life to him.
he misses her, thinkin of stuffs that they've done.
he thinks of her, picturin their future.
he's hurt, talkin to her, missin her.
she's touched. she couldn't drop the past.
he's wonderful. understandin the heart, and the stomach.
he's normal. a boy, soon-to-be a man, nothin more, nothin less.
she says this to him.
it hurts him for she left him.
it hurts him for she hold him.
he's sad.
he's her new love.
she's a start of a new life to him.
he misses her, thinkin of stuffs that they've done.
he thinks of her, picturin their future.
he's hurt, talkin to her, missin her.
she's touched. she couldn't drop the past.
he's wonderful. understandin the heart, and the stomach.
he's normal. a boy, soon-to-be a man, nothin more, nothin less.
she says this to him.
it hurts him for she left him.
it hurts him for she hold him.
he's sad.
posted by soonhong # 11:22 AM
Saturday, January 20, 2007
the deep dip.
we sat down at the open-air cafe by the seaside. strangely, all the staffs were rounded in a big circle not far from us and no one came to serve us. the wait was stupid, and we decided to go for a walk in the park. after ridin on the swings at the playground, we came to a open area with a crescent-shaped pool for fountain purposes.
she asked me to test the water for its depth. i looked at the surface cautiously, but there wasn't any lights close enough and i couldn't judge the abyss. i placed my feet in, remindin myself to place extra care. the water barely touched my ankles. feelin confident, i took another step foward.
it was DUMB.
it was deep this time. i lost my balance and dipped right in, right to my waist. she laughed heartily. i came out of the water, feelin like a donkey. i sat down at the stairs, tryin to regain my composure. i lie down on the ground, lookin at the skies. with some persuasion from me, she lie down, with her face on my chest.
despite the' small swim', momentarily i forgot about it. the feelin was beautiful. i fell much in love, very in love.
she asked me to test the water for its depth. i looked at the surface cautiously, but there wasn't any lights close enough and i couldn't judge the abyss. i placed my feet in, remindin myself to place extra care. the water barely touched my ankles. feelin confident, i took another step foward.
it was DUMB.
it was deep this time. i lost my balance and dipped right in, right to my waist. she laughed heartily. i came out of the water, feelin like a donkey. i sat down at the stairs, tryin to regain my composure. i lie down on the ground, lookin at the skies. with some persuasion from me, she lie down, with her face on my chest.
despite the' small swim', momentarily i forgot about it. the feelin was beautiful. i fell much in love, very in love.
posted by soonhong # 2:47 AM
Sunday, January 14, 2007
the angry fried rice.
the door slammed against the shoe cupboard, and she stormed out furiously. expectin this, i stood outside, knowin that there isn't much that i can do. i held her hand tight when we were in the car. the rest was silence.
reachin my workplace, we unpacked. i took a chance to take her upstairs where there was no one. i closed the door gently, and pulled her against me. the hug was tight and the whispers soft. the tension loosen, and she slowly regained her usual self. not forgettin what she done for me in the mornin, i proposed the breakfast now.
the livin room was bare and cold. with a cardboard large enough for 4 set up in the middle, we sat just below the fan. the foreign-like atmosphere soon turned into a picnic mood. the menu had fried rice and a dessert.
reachin my workplace, we unpacked. i took a chance to take her upstairs where there was no one. i closed the door gently, and pulled her against me. the hug was tight and the whispers soft. the tension loosen, and she slowly regained her usual self. not forgettin what she done for me in the mornin, i proposed the breakfast now.
the livin room was bare and cold. with a cardboard large enough for 4 set up in the middle, we sat just below the fan. the foreign-like atmosphere soon turned into a picnic mood. the menu had fried rice and a dessert.
i tried the dessert, and it was heavenly. the love and sincerity inside was much more sweeter than the ingredients. a simple dish, a simple love. it's all i seek all my life. the fried rice was normal, but still with love inside. it was more than dry, with the lack of water in the house, and there were stuffs inside that i dislike. but afterall, it was a virginity dish of hers. but i wanted more.
posted by soonhong # 2:40 AM
the burnt pots.
i looked at the time, and realised that the time might not be enough for the little feast. i flew down the stairs, and started preparin the ingredients. sure, all was ready. my mind was filled with yesterday's advice, step-by-step, from scratch to finish. my mum's words keep ringin in my head, "look at the fire ALL THE TIME, look at the fire."
soon, the grains were submerged in water. as time crawls, i stood in front of the pots, and sweat. but that was nothin compared to the sudden growlin of my stomach. it was 8am in the mornin, and after an hour of work, i realised that i had not eaten anythin.
the aroma sent itself floatin everywhere, and i knew that it was ready. i put in my last stir, and turned off the tireless fire. i smiled. the little flask was already out on the table, and i filled it up to the brim. i wrapped the spoon in tissue and took the trophy out with me, still smilin.
the burnt pot and leftovers is left to my first love.
soon, the grains were submerged in water. as time crawls, i stood in front of the pots, and sweat. but that was nothin compared to the sudden growlin of my stomach. it was 8am in the mornin, and after an hour of work, i realised that i had not eaten anythin.
the aroma sent itself floatin everywhere, and i knew that it was ready. i put in my last stir, and turned off the tireless fire. i smiled. the little flask was already out on the table, and i filled it up to the brim. i wrapped the spoon in tissue and took the trophy out with me, still smilin.
the burnt pot and leftovers is left to my first love.
posted by soonhong # 2:39 AM
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