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Friday, April 24, 2009

kissing in the lounge


She touched her hand to her back, gently rubbing the muscles that clearly were not responding well to the exertion. She paused her actions to move her back in different angles, hpoing to relieve the ache.

Suddenly she heard his familiar voice calling out, "Hey!"

"Hey!" she replied, non-too enthusiastically. From the corner of her eye, she could see him take the seat beside her, sitting in a position facing her.

"What's up?" He began with his usual line of fire.

"Nothing much, I think I over did it with the ****. My back is killing me."

"Haha... That's what you get for overcompensating," his gentle tone not quite matching his mocking words.

"Its not funny dude."

"Alright fine. Come on, let me." He jerked her hand away from her back to replace it with his own and began gently rubbing her back. She could feel her muscles reacting positively to the firmer attention but the soreness still remained.

"You're not ok yet huh?" He probed. She swung her head around to see his body bent to focus on his task.

"Its getting better." she said slowly while reaching to move his hand to areas that needed attention.

"Oh blast it! This would work so much better if we weren't in such a weird position." His voice went a decibel higher as he rose to his feet in one quick motion.

She knew he meant for her to follow him, so she easily placed her hand in his outstretched one, and heaved herself from her current position, then allowed him to guide her to the small employee's lounge.

He held the tinted glass doors open while she preceded him into the room. She surveyed her surroundings having never been in that particular room before. It was small with a table and 3 plastic chairs close to the center wall. To the left there were machines that she assumed must be related to their work. On the right wall, there was a long cabinet, blue in colour with a sink in the middle.

He pulled out one of the chairs surrounding the table and gestured for her to sit. She took the seat, all the while inspecting the room, so she didn't notice when he pulled up another chair and sat behind her.

He placed his hands on her back and began massaging it. She could feel her tension ebbing away with every soothing rotation of his hand.

"Feeling better now?" he breathed into her ear.

She inclined her head slowly in the direction of his voice and while flashing a cheeky smile said, "Maybe a little."

He inched closer to her and whispered again, "Yeah I bet, only a little."

She laughed at the quick way he caught her meaning.

The laughter died down and he continued his massage in companiable silence.

She was feeling much too comfortable but she was due at another place in a short while, so she put a hand on his arm and said, "I am feeling a lot better."

He slowly dropped his hand from her back and got up from his chair. He came around and offered her his hand to help her up.

She grinned and took it without question.

But instead he yanked her straight into his arms and kissed her.

Her mind went blank with the sudden action. But she didn't protest.

After a while, he slowly loosened his grip on her. She blinked back her daze and stared back at him, only seeing mischief in his gorgeous eyes. Her hands were still fastened tightly on his arms, holding herself steady. She bit her tongue looking for the right words to say since he was obviously waiting for a reaction.

She didn't know if what she was doing was right but she was sure that that was what she wanted to do. So she leaned in and kissed him again, but this time it was gentle, sort of like her way of saying she didn't mind and that she liked it.

He grinned at her. His mouth opened to say something.

"Z.. are you..." another lady walked into the room obviously aware that he was in there but unaware that he was not alone.

They broke out of their reverie and turned to meet the lady standing at the door who was currently apologising for disturbing him.

She was a little flustered at being caught in a restricted access room. She wiggled her way out of his embrace and snuck to the door while he talked to his colleague. Before she exited, she caught his eye and smiled. She mouthed the words, "Thank you!" while his expression said he would call her soon.

She turned and walked out the door, heading towards the **** room.

Oh god! What just happened?


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

devil's own child

i've been thinking, that when u do something often enough you start to develop an inkling for what you like in terms of style and what you can manage. i find that i have such inklings too although i have no idea when or how i developed them. hahaha..... i mean like when driving, or reading books or .....(fill in ur own blanks)

u see how bored i am that i am rambling useless crap just for the sake or writing something. that is how hollow my days are. pls oh pls dear god, make it august so i can go to my bro and the hot frat boys.... *wink wink*

on another note, i found a really interesting phrase....

"Good girls go to heaven and naughty girls go everywhere."

that's really something huh.....

so, ladies, what kinda girl are you?

if u ask me, i'll shyly bat my eyelashes and say of course la i'm a good girl but we all know deep down inside what my real answer is.... hahaha...

so now i leave it to you....

are you a

GOOD GIRL...?

or are you a
NAUGHTY GIRL?

ii'll tell you this though.... one of them definitley has more fun.....

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

phase 2

i am sorry about yesterday. that post was just crazy and seemed like a 3 year old wrote it. personally i blame it on the grief and sadness. but after 24 hours of time to think and come to grips with the sorrow i think i can be brave and talk about it; the suckiness of the whole thing.

its embarassing but expected. i only got 2 out of 8 offers for uni next sem and both were from my safe schools. i guess its a good thing i had those safe schools i guess. but it still doesn't help with the dissappointment. even when u can see it coming a mile away, the impact of actually getting into a crash wheteher literal or figurative is just unimaginable. it was sad. i was holding a torch of hope but my sensible side knew that it was improbable. well at least i know that no matter what, i am going to US. i just gotta work harder to make sure that when i get there at least phase 2 of my plan works out well.

adios