A Love-Bug Bite

A/N: Yeaps, another one-shot. Concocted during the craziness that is Sociology. Anyways. You know, I haven't written a sappy, lovey-dovey one-shot in a LONG while. Hehehehehe. And listening to such mellow, sweet songs has made the love-story bug bite me and I just can't ignore it, so there. Hope you enjoy ;).


Disclaimer: No borrowing, buying or stealing without my permission. I've got a mean right hook.

   He shifts his feet, biting his lower lip worriedly while trying to keep a normal stance, and failing miserably. He hasn’t done this in a while, and he wonders if he takes other matters for granted too. Maybe, he decides, and it doesn’t surprise him that this didn’t make him feel any better at all.

    He glances around, and flicks his gaze at the silver watch on his left wrist, groaning inwardly when he realized it was two minutes past five. Two minutes, and she isn’t here yet.

    He should’ve picked her up. Maybe she’s just held up. Maybe she forgot. Maybe she doesn’t want to hurt him anymore and she’s decided that they should just move on. Maybe-

    “So sorry I’m late; Diana was distracted by some Gucci bag and insisted on buying it despite the ridiculous price.” She pants slightly as she arrives, her lean figure hiding her unfit self, and she looks at him apologetically. Maybe she really does care.

    “It’s alright,” It isn’t, really, but he smiles sincerely anyway and continues. “Let’s go in, then.” They turned back towards the little cafe just a little a ways from the cracked, rarely used road, their fingers interlocking with each other as if they’ve done this forever. It doesn’t feel like forever though, not to him. Maybe it’s been too short a time, and he thinks again.

    They turn towards their usual table, hardly noticing the decor of the building anymore, the unclothed, spotless tables, the slightly rickety, comfortable wicker chairs, or the pastel shades on the walls they pass by before settling down in their seats. He sits facing her, like he always does.

    “The usual?” It’s the blonde waitress this time. May, he remembers, and then doubts his thoughts. Maybe she’s Joanna.

    “Yeah, thanks, Angie.” The sandy-haired woman answered for them, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to say anything then. The waitress smiles and walks off, leaving them on their own like he wants and dreads to be. Menial talk ensues, and he can’t help grinning at her ridiculous exaggerations as she relays her day to him. He finds them endearingly annoying, love-sick fool that he is. He teases, like he’s wont to do, and she rolls her eyes and retorts back.

    He merely answers flippantly, when he can’t find a better reply, and rolls his eyes at her smug smirk, inwardly wondering if he could see it tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after the day after-

   “Thanks,” she answers Angie, smiling widely at the younger girl who brought them their dishes and tips her, like she always does. The blonde teenager flashes a grin, and walks away, and he can’t help but compare that the gait of the woman before him is much more enticing than the blonde’s bold sashay. Maybe he’s being biased, but he knows:-

    He doesn’t really care about that.

    They tuck into their food, silent at first, and he savours the tastes in his mouth before his stomach turns to lead and he nearly chokes back his dinner, but he doesn’t and he’s grateful for that. He hopes she doesn’t notice his now-pale face and sweaty, shaky palms, and finally thinks to himself, that it’s best just to get this over with here and now.

    “Leah?” He curses that he sounds like a ten-year-old boy, and clears his throat, pointedly ignoring the woman’s questioning stare as she sips from her latte. He knows he’ll get lost in her near-turquoise eyes, and he doesn’t want that; at least, not now. He needs his nonexistent words, and he scrambles to grab them out of the air, before taking a deep breath, gets up from his seat and prays to God she doesn’t make a huge fuss as he embarrasses himself this evening.

    “I suck at public speaking, so I’ll be frank. Leah Dahlia Walker, will you marry me?”

   She doesn’t move from her seat. He knows it’s over, but his knees are glued and he can’t get up.

   Leah helps him up, taking him by the hand and pulling his arm gently before burying her head in his shoulder, and he feels wet tears through his thin shirt. “’Course, silly.”

    And he knows he’s the happiest man in the world when she says that.

A/N: So. Criticism? Still trying to explore the boundaries of clicheness and authenticity. =P Meh. Hope you liked, neways. =)

Something I spruced up. Just 'cause I didn't wanna do Lit. Hehehehe. =P

A/N: So. It's short, and it may be my worst work ever, but whatever. I just felt like taking a break from writing stupid essays and just, well, write. Because there's a difference, you know. ;)

Disclaimer: MINE. No buying, borrowing, or stealing without my permission. I will judo-chop your heads off if I so catch a whiff of such lowly acts.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this short piece. =)

    It’s slightly below freezing in my room; maybe slightly warmer than that as well. Pastel shades stare at me, even if they had no eyes. Maybe this was why I didn’t like staring at them; I couldn’t see them stare back.

    Pale blue and violet walls. My parents picked it out for me; I guess they thought I’d like it. I probably did. I might have cooed over their choice, even. I was twelve; I should be given some credit. Internally, I scoff at that thought. Dreams left me barely standing when I hit puberty and saw the world through a clear looking-glass.

    Some people call me disturbed. Maybe I just don’t like to be disturbed. Is that too difficult to comply with? Maybe mankind ate the wrong fruit from the wrong tree. Or, maybe mankind DID eat the right fruit but they didn’t digest it properly and-

    Ramblings make me tired. Eric used to say I used my head too much, that my brain could potentially explode from the amount of thoughts I store inside of it. But isn’t that what the brain is for? To store what can’t escape through your lips? The black abyss didn’t seem like it could take more than a few distorted memories at a time, and so it seemed pointless to argue with him.

    I never see Eric anymore.

    I don’t ramble much, nowadays.

    I just stare at the pastel shades, and try to find the eyes, the eyes that are staring, always staring.

The beginning I sense.

... And it's over. Gosh. Hahahahahaha. =P

But yeah. Between campaigning and homework (CRAP! Math and Socio tests next week! @.@) and basically living, life has been quite pleasant to me. There has been ups and downs, a few trip-ups and a few skinned knees, but it's all part of growing-up, isn't it?

I watched the semi-finals for the National Debate Competitions between the sixth form centres at my old school, and I was amazed at how much at home I still felt there. Maybe those five years actually made some impact. Maybe they weren't the waste I had pegged them to be. Maybe... Maybe I still miss it? Heh. I definitely miss the people, though. Haha. And I got to read an announcement too! =D HAHA! I missed doing that, man. Gosh. Thanks, Deena! =D And I may be slightly rusty, but I think I've still got it. =P

The debates were really heavily economically themed, so nearly everything whooshed above my head (like most things, really =P) but it was still good watching the people, listening to the witty, fiery, and very padas banter. Gosh. Hahahahaha. Katok and MS won! =D =D So finals are between my old school and my present school. Hmm.. Wonder who should I support? =P =P

Speaking of competitions and support, congrats Liew Shan Wee on being voted as President for Katok's Student Council 2010/2011! =D Mehehe. See? Have faith and chill, dude. Hahaha. Looking forward to working with you on the Council, baboon. =P Don't disappoint your many many fans, yeah? ;) HAHA! =P Congratulations as well to Chynna, Merc, Fiqah  for the remaining top 4 posts (D.P and V.Ps) and hats off to Dalv, Qilah and Ilham for being strong contenders =) It's gonna be an interesting one year-ish working with you guys and the rest. =)

Well, it'll be one colourful year one way or another, anyway. ;) I mean, barely two months here and I've already changed accents twice. I wonder what's next =P. Hehe.

I'm glad I moved. I needed this. Thank You, God =).

And the bed calls me before nine for the first time in days! It's... It's... Unbelievable! Unimaginable! And I'm impatient, so nights, peeps! =D

Less than 6 hours of sleep per night is detrimental to my fragile health.

Gosh. @.@

It's been one mad week, and frankly, I'm super exhausted. This is what comes when you're used to sleeping at 10ish every night and suddenly having to stay up 'til midnight for.. *counts days on fingers* .. 3 nights? 4? Meh. I can't even remember. Gosh. So glad my studies aren't affected. Yet. Four subjects shouldn't mean more homework than eight subjects =.=" Grr.


Hehehe. In case some of you didn't know, a good friend's running for President for Student Council at PTEK, and half of the week's already spent campaigning and promoting and advertising, and beating a few flames along the way, but I'm glad. I'm happy I'm able to experience this. I'm excited really, for the dude, and for everyone else and for myself too. And well, I'm having fun sparring in English too. MWAHAHAHAHA. Gosh. QEEL. Bila lagi eh??


In any case. Life's been rather mundane besides the 'race' for presidency and all, and I'm meeting new people. Talking a lot more, getting pissed a lot more too =P And garnering some delicious enjoyment from it. MWAHAHA. Sorry. Hehe.


I've been hesitant to show all the sides Sherly has. Distorted, banged, a little dusty, a little bruised, a little glassy. It's not a pretty, factory-made package. Maybe it's coming into shape, but not for a long while. And as a little teddy clarified, everyone has doubts. And I'm trying. Still am. But it's easier now. The doubts are still there, just silenced for now. Who knows? Maybe they'll be silenced forever, though I doubt that would happen soon. Hahaha.


But right now, I'm alright. =)

I just HAD to do this.

I've just got to say this:

I feel like SUCH a NOOB.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Okay. Slight madness over for now. Sorry for that, peeps. It's just, I really do feel like a noob. Like, I haven't felt like this for a LONG, LONG time. Heh. Guess there's a second first time, huh? Though I've never heard of it; I wonder if amnesiac people go through that.

Anyways. Guess what? Guess what?

I just learned my first guitar tablature.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Admittedly, it was only the verses and the chorus, and it's a relatively easy song, nevertheless, I did it. I fell slowly. After years of merely playing rhythm. Heh. Feels.. Funny, really. Hahaha. That I've only taken the initiative now. And, well, I might get used to it. I'm still stiff. Still blundering, like I always do. Still hesitant.

But at least I've made the first pluck.

By the way, lunch today was awesome. =D Went to Millenium Restaurant with the Puspasanan, the Thien and the Liew for some good (HUGE) burgers and fries and general talking and goofing around =) One day, when I have my licence, that is, I'll bring the rest of you around =D. Provided I have enough fuel, anyway. =P Hehehehe.

=).

And again and again.

Yes, I've been slightly neglecting this blog. Yes, I'm sorry for that. Yes, I know it's only had, what, 2 posts? But yeah.

Again, so much has taken up my time since camp, it's just, well, a little overwhelming. What with being plunged headlong into school again and many, many Easter practices, I haven't had much time for myself. Although I did finish reading a couple of thick books along the way, but they were so overdue I was just glad when I finally got them over with. But they were good, though. Hehe. =D

Neways. Easter was a bit nerve-wrecking, to be honest. So much to prepare, so little time to do everything at all. I nearly forgot what Easter was all about; key word being nearly. I'm just glad He managed to pull me back just in time to see what it all meant once again. What Resurrection Sunday was all about.

So yeah. CADM had this sort of mini production thing, with dances and a mime and a whole skit to go along with it, and well, we had fun. A lot of fun. I didn't know about the others, but the whole thing really did make me ponder and even imagine the perspectives of those who were actually there, who actually witnessed the whole thing. Surreal, really.

Yes, I was playing Mary Magdelene, and yes, I know dramatic isn't really my thing (blur and slightly obstinate is, but whatever) so I had some trouble with the character in the beginning, the middle, and towards the end. =P I'm just glad I got it on the real day. Hahaha.

Meh. School's been crazy with this and that, and yes, I'm still adjusting, still trying to swim and hoping desperately I won't drown without latching on to too many things and people. I've made some more new acquaintances with the help of a few others (that's you, dude =P) and I'm gradually opening up, I guess. It's not like I use sarcasm as much I used to or kill people's brains with lameness like I always did, but I think I'm getting there. I hate walking on eggshells, I loathe holding my breath and wondering if I was too reserved, or too much. It's frustrating, just thinking and thinking about it.

Sigh. Other than that, school's actually pretty fun. =P

Oh, and I don't know what's wrong with the bloody music player @.@ Ugh. Like I said, I'm an illiterate when it comes to technology. Grr.

Anyways; here's to a good week this week, eh?