Without a whim of thought, she decided and started preparing herself. There are loads of things to do before I want him to realise that we are meant for each other, she whipped out her notepad and listed the important things she MUST fulfill :

1. Look absolutely gorgeous by:
a. losing 5 kilos
b. improve skin complexion
c. take care of hair

estimate completion : 5 months

2. Wardrobe improvement
a. bright colours
b. must have heels
c. nice slip ons
d. lingerie

estimate completion : 3 months
note : ask Mel for help on this

3. Prepare interesting bits to talk about
a. read more books – gotta ask Phil about this
b. movies – ….might scratch this out
c. music
d. …

While she ferociously scribbled out her diabolical plan to attract the said man, bespectacled blues hovered upon her countenance. He wondered what she does for a living, is she a writer? What inspired her? Her pixie cut made her look like a mischievous elf from the Lord of the Rings. Why is she outside?

After 25 minutes, she completed a short but elaborate list of things to do, due to complete within the year. Her object of affections now focusing on today’s newspaper, nursing a fresh cup of cocoa, “Is that his favourite drink? I’m tempted to find out…” thinking to herself while clutching her notebook. Her pen contemplating to pen down her newest thoughts.

In the midst of her debate, bespectacled blues continued their caressing administrations upon her uplifted facade. “Oh, she stopped writing. Does she want cocoa? Should I buy a drink for her? Maybe invite her for a cuppa?”

Their quiet conversations with their minds continued and all the while the hot cup of cocoa finally turned cold. The man with the newspaper folded his material, picked up his hat and prepared to leave. Pondering the next cafe he should sit in and listen to other people’s thoughts…He smirked as he crossed the bespectacled young one with earnest intentions, quietly wishing him luck. He opens the doors with a flourish and nods his acknowledgement to his latest admirer.

It has been an interesting day again today, tomorrow, maybe he should try the cafe where their cocoa was supposedly the best, oh and they have breakfast specials throughout the day as well. He smiled, looking forward to another set of potential triangles, angles and him walking the straight line.

That’s what I need to do tonight!

*side note: I didn’t notice until I published this, but the sidebar on wordpress actually had this quote :

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.— Isaac Asimov

So cool.

Looking forward to writing it soon!

A pair of dark eyes noted her figure from afar, and the slight slump in her shoulders. He was looking for an adventure since leaving home for the first time, a rites of passage before he faces the rat race. He walked towards the bar, carpe diem. 

Nursing her drink, she thought of all the things that has happened, work, life and family. She also thought of how she missed being hugged, kissed and loved. when a smooth voice chimed in.

“Mind if I join you?”

She turns, a young person in casual, comfortable clothing was behind her. A pair of hooded dark eyes gazed softly.

“Sure” and scooted over for him

He orders his drink, a pint of hooergarden. and smiles “So whats a girl like you doing at a place like this?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

A wide smile blossomed on her face, making her already small, asian eyes look even more slit like, accentuating her dark lashes. 

“Possibly to have an opportunity to meet someone who would ask me that cliche pick up line!” 

He laughed a deep low chuckle, “Sorry about that, your smile glowed so brightly I just lost all coherency of thought, would the lady forgive me?” he winked.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the uniqueness of their meeting, and they warmed up with each other a little more through a couple more drinks.

The night wore on as hazel meets warm browns. Clasped hands refusing to part while the city lights turned off one by one.

A hand on my shoulder shooked me awake. “Miss, miss, you reached your stop. Miss, you got to wake up!” Quickly I stumble off, I probably could do with a drink after work.

One offers all the fun, joy and satisfaction.

The other presents the fulfillment of needs and future promises.

She has to make a choice before the bell tolls.

Her heart wrecked, strained as she weighs between the two.

The time for decision came a moment too soon.

As she walks away from one and picks the other.

Tears threatened but she held back with strength she never knew existed.

She has made her choice.

Tonight she reads the books on marketing and business instead of Karen Miller’s books on mages.

she was massaging her temples with her feet curled under her when a strong arm envelops her figure and pulls her into an embrace. she smiles, intertwines her fingers into longer, callous fingers.

“how was your day?” he murmured

“hard.” she sighs

“I got ice cream in the freezer for you”

her eyes crinkled in amusement as she turn to face the giant cuddler.

“you’re a very smart man, you know that?”

“well, it takes a smart man to hook up with a smart woman, don’t you think?” he quipped

she grins at him, ” so…how was your day?”

“pretty good, got a few songs written out, think they should be ready for recording in a day or two.”

“that’s fantastic love! your muse was definitely revving up on you!”

he smiles widely, “well, she is in my arms and she is after all, the best inspiration for any man to work with”

blushing, she cuddles closer into him. “I love you.”

he breathes in her scent as he murmured “I love you too”.

after a silent moment of prayer in each others arms, he looked at her and said “Remember when we first met?”

“Haha! of course I do! You with your beard!”

“he was a great companion, i mean he got us married after all, maybe i should call him over some time…”

“and tell him how timely he was, also that he gave me the best christmas present ever!”

He smiles remembering his proposal to her on Christmas day and thought, no, actually I have the best christmas present ever. instead he said, “definitely darling, i’ll make an effort to call him over, maybe by christmas.”

she hugged him again “yes, by christmas”

I fell out of bed, dazed. an emptiness hollowed the pit of my stomach. I’ll need breakfast, christmas presents and cards. Maybe i’ll get a present for myself too.

“*ahem*, excuse me, is this seat taken?”

she glances to the voice that distracted her, looming before her, a tall, bearded person was gesturing to the chair in front of her.

“No, the seats free, please have it.”

As a habit, she thought over the sentence she spoke, living in England now after 3 years and she’s still slightly insecure with her speech.

she smiled at the thought, perhaps I have not grown up much then, she whispered to herself.

“pardon me?” bearded person with piercing eyes spoke to her.

“oh no, I was just reminiscing” she smiled

“you have a nice smile” he said with a furry grin.

she blushes and stammered her thanks. Not knowing what else to say she blurted ” I like your beard…” and closes her mouth frantically.

He grins a wide, toothy grin. “that’s a first! I happen to like it too, which is why I have it, thought that one day it may become a chick magnet!”

she laughed, ” it works fantastically! I feel the strong magnetic wave emitting from your beard!”

“is that all that draws you?” he softly smiles

he leans in and she closes her eyes.

I woke up then with pain etched onto my heart. I sighed and move onto to seize the day, maybe I should go for a Starbucks.

The headache and snot is really getting to me. And boy was it hard to crawl out of bed, ugh, thinking about the activities lined up for me today is already making my lips dry.

Clearly my bad mood is going to get worse, if only I could get a remedy for it.

Anyway, back to my morning contemplations, I always wondered how do people continue being contented with their present mediocre life. With mediocre needs, mediocre fun and mediocre everything.

I would love to just fly out the window with a bungy cord strapped to my ankle just to get to the ground floor. Or maybe jump from building to building to reach home. It would be so cool if I could just hitch a plane ride to anywhere I want to for a few days. It would be awesome if I could just walk into a store and buy out a whole shelf of books.

It would be fantastic if I could just gate crash a party and people welcome me all the same.

It would be fanatical if I could just go up to a bar and pick up several good looking guys who turned out to be the funniest people in the world.

It would be great if I could just eat anything I want without worrying about the consequences.

My snot filled morning clearly got rid of my sense of responsibilities and realism. I need to do this more often.

The same voice would then do their best to assert their non-existent authority to every single person in its vicinity. Simply by being the person taking charge of your leave application and handing out your payslip. Fantastic.

A very simple scenario like the following often happens to the rockstar :

R = My rockstar self     ;     B = Banshee voice

R = Hiya Ms B, we have a project coming up, and we’ll need to extend invitations to our niche customers. Just wondering if we could have your cooperation to extract the database from your PC ?

B = Wasn’t this done before? Why do it again?

R = Sorry about that but all the information I received previously was incomplete and I understand that at the time you needed to retain confidentiality. However I got the boss’s ok, and we can get it done in 5 minutes.

B = *screeches something incomprehensible*

Translation (I think its what she said) = It was already done why should you do it again, we should manually type it out like we use to, bla bla bla, all 5000 names. Can’t you wait I’m doing something really important, do you understand?

R = *stares blankly* no, I don’t understand, please repeat that.

B = *frustrated* (a series of bla blas followed, I wish I could type it out, but it was all repetition)

Its a really long process, but with love, kindness and a hell lot of persistence, I got what I wanted.

After all that hard work, I sat down at my cubicle feeling contented, put on my ear plugs and listened to Steve Vai tell me I did good.

Oh yeah.

Some would like their love ones to profess their undying love / like in words, in letters, in kind.

This is my cup of tea :

Being straight about it and singing it out.