Pacific Coffee Company
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The day couldn't be better,I have just secured a date with her.Now I am humming a happy Madonna tune to myself while i double checked my wallet to see if it is sufficient for our big date tonight.From the time i exited the batheroom to the teasing of my sis who noticed the new shampoo i was using to the time i was putting on my newly cleaned Doc Martens,it took me about 2 hours.A record for me as I had slow chose a nice outfit that would be just right and immaculately combed my hair just for this glorious day.As i took the train to City Hall MRT,my heart beat faster like a happy drummer with every stop that approached my destination.As i alighted from the train.I was faintly aware of my hands suddenly turning limp and cold,but yet I was smiling from ear to ear.As i waited for her and still humming that Madonna tune that was stuck in my mind like a piece of chewing gum to an MRT train door.My heart beat faster with every minute until i heard my name being called,it was the sweetest words that i ever heared and as i turn showing off my smile intact with braces,sudddenly i heard a
*RIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG*
I woke up in a daze with my dishevelled hair and my eyes half closed and turned to look at the alarm clock,what impeccable timing and why couldn't it ring later,i cursed under my breath as i got ready for another day at school.Sheesh,what a nice dream,if only it could translate perfectly into reality
ehehe
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If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you on my plate,
I would eat you up and pray the Lord, i put on some weight
If I knew it would be the last time that I see you drop onto the floor,
I would call the waiter over and ask for 1 more.
If I knew it would be the last meal before i go to sleep,
I would sleep soundly knowing you are in my stomach deep.
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Waiting for Diablo 2 Add-on -
Special Thanks go out to: Mr Hata-San for giving me the image of the Pacific Coffee Company to base this story on, A good friend who shared a song with me, Pacman for egging me to post it, M. Scott Peck's "The Road Less Travelled" and a girl who broke my heart
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0845 hrs. 17th November 2001. Steve climbed out of bed. “Damn, late for work again…”, he muttered half
heartedly. Half an hour later he was out of the apartment.
Steve didnÂ’t really want to go to work actually. Everyday has become such a chore now, but yet strangely,
the routine was addictive to him. Almost like a drug. Slowly, it killed him both spiritually and mentally. His
routine- wake up late, work, return home and sleep late was only disturbed by the weekends, which he
would spend either at home or out wandering the streets.
On the train, Steve never sat down, even if there was an empty seat. “There’s probably someone else who
needs it more then me”, he always told himself. Every morning, he would feel as if part of him was rotting
away into decay.
He found joy, sometimes, in observing the on-goings in the train. Little acts of kindness, little faces of
innocence of children and most of all, he was fascinated how couples clung on to each other tightly for
support in the crowded train.
“They seem like they need each other so much, as if they were one. As if one were to be gone, the other
would cease to exist.” He always thought to himself. No one really ever seemed to need him so much. And
he never seemed to need anyone. Such was his life. “29 years old and still an eccentric loner.” He smirked.
He rubbed his unshaved chin. He hasn’t bothered to shave anymore. “Save money on shaving cream and
shavers.” He always said whenever his friends bugged him. He was beginning to bother less about his own
appearance now. Day by day, he was giving up a little by little on himself.
Steve decided to stop going to work again. “I need a break today lah.” He always told himself. He knew it
was wrong but then again nothing seems to be going right in his life.
Perhaps it was by fate that he stumbled upon this café. This Pacific Coffee Company. This little coffee
place which would change his life forever.
He took his mug of coffee and sauntered to the most comfortable looking seat. He never sat beside the
windows anymore. He just didnÂ’t want to face the world anymore. All the chaos, all the frantic pacing and
all the people always in a mad rush to get nowhere.
He sipped his aromatic coffee. “Ahhhhhhh…….” At least there were still some things in life that he enjoyed.
The bitter yet sweet taste of coffee. He could smell the sweetness and aroma of the coffee but yet he
could only taste bitterness.
Kind of like his perspective of life. Steve could always see the hope and happiness that his dreams and life
would bring him. But yet, all he could experience was the bitter loneliness and sadness of life. “Happiness”
he thought, always seemed to elude him.
Gazing into his half empty mug, he recollected memories of his last love. He still loved her dearly. Or was it
foolish pride which just refused to let her go? He gripped his mug tightly. Her enchanting smile and sparkling
eyes flashed in his mind again. As much joy as this images brought, they also brought him excruciating pain.
It only served to remind him of how he would never possess them. What did he do wrong? He was as
sincere as a little boy who would kiss her mommy goodnight. But yet, it seemed to him, that sincerity never
worked in situations like this. Never had he wanted someone so badly before, never had he tried so hard
before. Still, he would never reach the finish line no matter how hard he tried. She was always out of his
grasp.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of her. “Silly me” He thought. “Why is my life in a mess?? Why do
I feel like a piece of shit?” He screamed at himself inwardly. “You bloody coward! Stand up and fight for
your dreams!” He shouted inwardly again.
His mind was a whirlpool of swirling thoughts right now. Outside, a heavy shower started to fall.
He started to wonder why he stopped caring for himself. Why he always craved for the concern of others,
as if hoping that he would start caring for himself again if others did. “My parents never really cared for me,
no one ever did” He thought bitterly.
For once in his life, he wondered if he felt worthless because of the way he grew up. How much self worth
could someone feel if he always felt uncared for and unneeded whilst he grew up? Was it his parentÂ’s fault?
Was it the worldÂ’s fault that he became the man that he was now? Indeed, he had always grown up a silent
and obedient boy. Always oppressed and suppressed by his much rowdier and popular sibling.
In school, he was always the quiet one. He looked studious and nerdy but inwardly, he always hated
studying. Thus he grow up into a misfit. Someone who looked like a nerd, behaved somewhat like one but
was never one. “Shit, I even don’t fit into the most unpopular species” He always lamented as a kid.
Back in the café, people were wondering why there was his strange man clutching his head in his hands
mumbling to himself.
He sought to seek some order from all this chaos and confusion in himself but found none.
“Sir, would you like a refill?” A bright chirpy voice said. A warm smile greeted him and it melted his heart.
“Y-yes….” Was all he could mutter. Linda. Linda was her name he noticed as he spied her nametag.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He guffawed loudly all of a sudden, much to the amusement and disgust of the
many other people in the café. Why had he been so silly all this time he thought. All it took was the warm
smile of a stranger to banish all those dreadful thoughts away.
Against that smile radiating warmth and love, all his troubles had seemed so insignificant.
“If all it takes is just one sincere smile to banish a lifetime’s worth of agony, maybe life isn’t so bad after
all.” He chuckled.
The rain had stopped as Steve stepped out of the café, the warm rays of light shone on him. “Maybe love
is the answer” He thought to himself again. All it took was one smile to rejuvenate him.
“I wonder what one kiss would do to me?” He grinned broadly as he stepped off into the busy streets and
away from the café.
This little café, by the roadside of imagination. This Pacific Coffee Company. -
I punched the backspace key furiously. This is not good enough. I know I can do better than this. Where is all the inspiration in the world when I need it most? Why are the creative cells born in me retiring when I need really them to work? I cannot find a reason and I just blame it on the howling of the aircon.
I lie on my bed. I have decided to take a break from writing. Maybe I am just trying too hard, but then I thought it would be worth it since it is for her. Yes, her, and that perfect smile of her's materialise in my mind. There, let it stay there, I hope she is smiling now too, it always makes me happy to know that she is smiling.
I got up, breaking myself from the enchanting hold she has on me, I think I go get myself a cup of Earl Grey, I always think better when I drink Earl Grey. I hate coffee, they give me gastric cramps. I opened the cabinet, and to my dismay, the little box in which I keep my twinings is empty. OH I forgot, I already had 3 cups tonight. I cursed under my breath into the lonesome night to remind myself to buy some at Cold Storage tomorrow.
I have been thinking that I am addicted to the drink, most probably, maybe I should buy Ceylon tommorow instead. Then, I think of her again, she first drank Earl Grey at the cafe when we first met. Then Dajeerling the second. She told me that she prefers tea to coffee, "COFFEE SUCKS!" I remembered her saying it with a frown on her pretty little head.
I sat down again, settling for a cup of Milo instead. This time, I am determine to write something for her. It is her birthday after all, and try as I might to act as if I am not that much concern, I can't, I simply have to do something, at least a poem to satisfy my yearnings to please her. Tired though I am, I find energy by bathing in the memories I have of her, every movement and evey smile, every scent and every glance, I remember them. It would be too difficult to forget them, for I know I purposely think of them at least once everyday so that they be engraved deep into my mind. I thought maybe this would be a good way to test if I will get tired of them easily, but so far, I seem to enjoy them more and more.
Tonight is going to be a very enjoyable one. -
I thought I was a pretty open person as far as physical intimacy goes. But they sure were not shy in displays of passion in public. He positioning himself behind her, and she wasn't moving at all. At least not before he made himself comfortable behind her. They didn't even notice me. Or perhaps they did, and decided I was insignificantly irrelevant. Was that thrusting? I wasn't sure as I left my glasses elsewhere.
I flicked the two horny houseflies humping on the table in front of me, in the direction of the tea drinkers. I really didn't need pests to remind me how lonely and bored I am. In fact, they should count themselves lucky that I didn't try to help by leaving them alone. For ten minutes under my muggacino. -
darn! i just missed him and why is he smiling so happily today as he stepped out of the Pacific Coffee Company?
iÂ’ve spied this strange unshaven guy sitting all alone by this coffee joint over the last week or two. ordinarily he wasnÂ’t the kind of man to attract me, i prefer clean shaven guys, but iÂ’ve grown used to seeing him there for the last week or so, a sense of loneliness and sadness seem to cling to him and iÂ’ve grown to expect to see him there whenever i passed by this joint on my way home. $3.60 for a cuppa? geez! these people are simply crazy! and yet, i was crazy enough to want to fork out that amount to buy a cup of iced blended mocha if he was there today, try to sit myself in his line of vision and attract his attention. why of all days, he has to leave earlier than usual? i meant i just plucked up my courage to do this, and again why was he smiling? maybe iÂ’m sick or something, but sadness attracts me like nothing else these few weeks and strangely he attracts me. i think i need help and i sure hope heÂ’ll be here tomorrow.
and oh yeah he better not be smiling tomorrow, at least if iÂ’m not the reason, he has no reason to smile. darn! am i having a crush over a perfect stranger?
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and good afternoon pacman
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ARGH!!!
I was so angry at myself to have chose this stupid cafe filled with irritating people.
I banged down my cup of coffee in my saucer and received stares from all around. What the fuck~! Go stare back at your own screen, I thought fiercely.
And I reserved the fiercest stare at the woman who was sitting beside me. Why can't she just go and get a decent haircut? Doesn't she know that her "fly-away" hair is such a bother!?
Such hot weather and I am practically on fire, yet she still wanna flick her hair towards me and that was making my blood boil even further.
I took a deep drag and tried to concentrate on my own stuff... I couldn't help lighting another cigarette although I promised my husband to quit... I was just too pissed.
Putting down the ciggy in the ashtray, I flexed my fingers and started typing rapidly on the keyboard. I needed to finish this quickly before my next appointment.
I didn't expect the commotion ½ hour later.
Everybody was staring at the woman with the super long hair running around the cafe shouting...
MUAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA~
Her hair was SMOKING~!
I looked into my ashtray and found my stick gone. I bit on my lips to prevent myself laughing and watched as the waiters came to her rescue to put out the "fire".
I packed up my things and paid my bill at the counter. I bet she will never ever flick her hair all over again after this incident.
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You are poison... poison running through my veins...
Poison... I dun wanna break these chains... poison... -
BOW WOW~!
The dogs continued barking even though all were staring at the skinny female owner till their eyes seemed to be popping out.
Wearing a white shirt buttoned up to her chest with boot cut jeans and her bare face. She wasn't the type you will take a second look at.
Although she knew her presence there was irking the customers, she seemed nonchalant, patted her dogs and continued drinking her mocha frappucino as if nothing happened.
She like bringing her dogs out, they were big in size and looked fierce. Good tools even though they don't bite. Provides her with some security. No matter how much others stared, they were afraid of her dogs.
Today is yet another day where she is enjoying making a nuisance of herself again. She took out her mirror and combed her hair.
As she was preening herself in her mirror, she noticed a man approaching her from behind. She put on her best smile, kept her mirror and waited for the man to reach her table.
"MISS, GET YOUR DOGS TO SHUT UP BEFORE I MAKE SURE THEY END UP WITH A FACE LIKE YOURS!!!"
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You are poison... poison running through my veins...
Poison... I dun wanna break these chains... poison... -
Hahahaha!!!
To continue the story..........
then she used her "POWDER" to make the man die.
But the man got a much much more powder than she.
Her "POWDER" backfire & all kanna onto her face.
From tat day onward she have to put on a paper bag on her face whenever ppl walk past her.
WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! :p :p :p
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~ JuSt AnoTher StiNgrAy iN thE sEa ~
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darn it! now iÂ’ve a dilemma, do i still go for coffee thatÂ’s terribly overpriced when heÂ’s not there anymore, i asked myself. as i passed by a mirror, i took an instinctive look at myself and grinned to myself and on seeing the wrinkles, i grimaced. geez, iÂ’m getting more vain by the day, i realized. these days, any reflective surfaces i chance upon, i never fail to look at them, i never used to do that all the time when i was younger. hmmm, i pondered, am i getting insecure? then i remembered someone telling me that to her, itÂ’s a duty that she must look at any reflective surfaces and sheÂ’s only 21, so i feel kind of comforted.
as i neared the coffee jointÂ’s entrance, another thought struck me, should i take down my glasses? i was told that i look prettier that way, friendlier and thus more approachable. hmmmmm ... getting desparate for any manÂ’s attention, my conscience mocked me? nay and i decided to leave the glasses on because without them, iÂ’m as blind as a bat and all guys would look extremely attractive even if they actually suck big time. they would have to be within kissing distance for me to know if theyÂ’re yandao or not. hmmm ... guy watching is not such a bad idea after all.
i entered the cafe as nonchalantly as i could, gave it a quick lookover and went to the counter to order a cup of iced blended mocha. i think iÂ’m acquiring a taste for this since i was last suckered into trying a free cuppa by Borders cafe. as i waited to be served, i sighed deeply: lean pickings, lean lean pickings. whatÂ’s wrong with people? the people here are so young, in the mid twenties tops, donÂ’t thirtysomethings drink coffee no more?
i can see the beautiful back of a long straight hair gal typing furiously away at the keyboard and that narrow waist. another sigh, long beautiful hair. i had that once, as i ran my fingers through my current short crop. narrow waist? i donÂ’t even want to go there.
finally, my mocha is ready, taking it, i walked to the only window seat available and settled myself comfortably into a chair and looked my fill of the occupants within the cafe again.
duh, lean pickings and my eyes settled on the lone guy sitting two tables away from me. he was morose looking enough and what's so interesting on the table? look up, look up, so that i can see if youÂ’re yandao or not. cÂ’mon, look up! duh! another moron engrossed in his own thoughts. i flicked my eyes to the others and got more depressed as time passes. clear skin, unwrinkled, sparkling eyes and long luscious hair, what made me cut mine off in the first place?
i turned my attention to my mocha and fished out a book from my bag, might as well read, Get a Grip on Philosophy, dull, dull, dull. i need a grip on life, not philosophy and threw the book on the table in digust. i looked up just in time to see the guy opposite me flicking his hand and something flew. my goodness! were those houseflies? iÂ’ve a good mind to tell on this joint to the health department.
i returned my gaze to the guy, hey, not too bad looking but definitely no Brad Pitt, pity. and duh, heÂ’s way too young and whatÂ’s he staring at? doesnÂ’t he know that itÂ’s rude to stare? what was it that someone told me once again? oh yeah, staring with no romantic intent should be outlawed and doesnÂ’t he know that staring in Singapore can be a deadly exercise? pissed at being stared at, i prepared myself to outstare him and then a thought crossed my mind, is he shortsighted as i spied his cool sunshades by the side of the table? hmmm ... and why isnÂ’t he as cool as his sunshades, was my second thought.
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You entered my life like a gentle sigh,
like a quiet breeze blowing softly through the leaves.
You were a stranger first, one who laughed freely and easily,
who spoke of minor intimacies and common grounds,
who made me feel strangely liked and valued.
You became my friend, no longer a stranger,
trusting me with secrets hidden,
confiding what you liked and hated.
We talked and laughed and, as time passed by,
I grew more and more dependent upon your smile.
From strangers to friends was just a baby step,
a step a thousand others take every day.
Without your trust and trusting ways,
without your smiles and encouraging gaze,
I would never have taken the step beyond.
But the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves
is relentless and never ending.
We became closer friends, and closer still,
until much of my life was centered around the times we spent together.
We traveled far along the path of friendship,
avoiding the bumps somehow, never stumbling,
always in step with one another.
You were my guide, my eyes and ears,
the unfailing light that lit the road before us.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
you brought me along our course,
to a destination I had never seen before.
You became my best friend along that journey,
the anchor in my life where none had ever been.
You did a good job of guiding our steps,
a job no other could ever do,
and it wasn`t your fault, really, when I stumbled.
Somewhere along our path,
perhaps where the heights were making me dizzy with joy,
I simply lost my balance and fell.
By the grace of God, I fell not to either side, nor to the rear,
but fell instead forward, along the path we`d tread.
My plunge forward was unguided, and my steps were steps you never intended.
I fell in love with you.
From strangers, to friends, to close friends, to best friends.
And beyond.
I`ve never been sorry for any step we`ve taken together,
no, not even for the fall I took alone.
I never knew, before knowing you, how empty my life had been.
I thought I was happy. I thought I was successful.
I thought I had known love and all that love can bring.
But the gentle breeze, blowing softly through the leaves, carries the smell of wild flowers and still wilder beasts, and what you brought into my life can never be assessed.
We are so very different, you and I. And yet so much the same.
And our differences merge with our similarities,
giving rise to something special and unique.
We talk.
Of all the things I value about this thing that is us,and there are so many I often lose count,
I value most the way we talk about any thing any time any where.
And each time I listen to you, each time I ponder what you`ve said,
I learn something new. About you. About me. About the world.
I`ve learned to trust in your instincts.
I love the vitality and zest that is so much a part of you.
I never would have believed the breeze, blowing softly through the leaves,
could be so filled with life.
I treasure that spark of spirit in you,
that flashing flare of fire that animates all that you do.
It`s easy to see how much you love life,
even when life is sometimes less than lovable,
and that love is always mirrored in your eyes and smile.
You are never more beautiful than when that spark ignites
and your vitality blazes in your happy face.
I love the way you trust in me, never quite whole hearted,but always just enough.
That trust started as a small seed, I think,
a tentative whisper of unearned confidence,
often shrouded by a cloak of hesitation and unsurety.
I could always tell when you faltered,
when the steps we took were uncertain and questioned.
And yet still you trusted me,
with your secrets, with your feelings, with yourself.
You`ll never know how much that trust has meant to me.
I love the way you understand me too well.
It`s uncanny sometimes how well you know my thoughts, my feelings, my moods,
frightening at times how closely our lives have become interlinked.
You know so much of me, secrets I`ve never told,
thoughts I`ve never shared, parts of me I`ve never seen myself.
You`ve discovered a window into my being,
a window I didn`t know was there,
a window no one else has ever found.
It`s almost as if our two souls have merged into one, almost as if the hand of God has repaired that which once was broken.
I`m not blinded by my love, though, and know you are not perfect.
You are impatient and easy to anger,
too intolerant when you should tolerate,
too forgiving when you shouldn`t forgive.
You allow the stresses of life to mold your day,
allow the commitments of life to shape your way.
I know your imperfections as well as your perfections,know your faults as well as your assets.
And I find I love you not in spite of those,
but as much because of them as anything else.
Your life has touched mine.
My friendship with you, my love for you,
all that you are and aren`t,
have changed my life in ways you cannot fathom,
in ways I could never describe in depth.
The gentle breeze, blowing softly through the leaves,has worked her wondrous magic,
transforming the one she touched.
I`m not the same person I was a year ago.
I will never be that person again.
The communication we`ve shared has taught me to value our honest openness,
and I know I`ll never be satisfied again with less.
Your trust in me has taught me to trust in you,
knowing you will never intentionally cause me pain.
Your spark of vitality has transformed the way I see life,
giving me reason again to live and cause to celebrate.
Your beauty, both inner and outer, has renewed the wonder
with which I see the world, and has restored my sense of awe.
Even the fun we share, that senseless sense of joy,
has changed the way I live and think.
As much as you`ve altered my present, though,
the effect you`ve had on my future is just as great.
I once thought I knew what love meant to me,
once thought I had experienced all that life had to offer.
I lived and I loved, and I hurt and I grew,
and I believed I could never love again,
could never willingly face the pain of caring.
Love was a myth, I thought, and true love, lasting love, was just a lie told by poets.
But I was wrong.
In learning to love you, I discovered I`ve never loved before.
Not truly. Not entirely. Not eternally.
I`ve spent much of my life in love with love,
searching for the fulfillment of a concept,
caring more for caring than caring for another person.
I confused lust with love, intimacy with affection.
And when those feelings waned, when the relationships died,
I wondered why I felt so empty. So hurt.
You changed that, as you`ve changed so much else.
You taught me how to love.
I wish you knew the me of before,
as you know so well the me of today,
so you could see the difference knowing you has made.
You`ve changed my life in so many ways,
in ways small and ways important,
in ways you`ll never know nor understand.
The impact you`ve had on me,
on the way I feel and think and act,
will endure forever. Until the end of time.
Like a quiet breeze blowing softly through the leaves.
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Float like a butterfly...sting like a bee... -
anticipation.
anticipation tantalizes, anticipation heightens, anticipation kills.
it had been two months since she last saw him, her hearts pounds with anticipation as she awaits his presence in the cozy cafe. she recalled their first meeting with great pleasure. she had been sent to Hong Kong on a project just this summer and discovered that she loved Hong Kong and its Pizza Huts, they are so much cheaper over there that she indulged in eating that for lunch and dinner for the first few weeks of her stay almost daily, the only grouse she had was that they donÂ’t stock on the red chilli pepper they have in Singapore.
that night as usual, she was having dinner alone and after placing her order of personal Hawaiian pizza, soup, Pepsi and ice cream, she sat back to wait for them to be delivered. suddenly a voice asked, “you’re from Singapore?” she turned her head in the direction of the voice and her heart skipped a beat, “yeah, how did you know?” she asked as she stared at the most gorgeous face she has ever seen. “a wild guess. i’m from Singapore too.” he replied. “i would have never known, you don’t speak like one.” she answered. “how so?” he asked. “you sound Caucasian and your voice is really melodious.” she said shyly, trying very hard not to stare. “do you mind if i join you? it sucks having to have meals alone, i’ve been doing that for the last week.” he asked politely. she couldn’t believe her luck, a most gorgeous guy asking to join her, a brown mouse, for dinner? casting her usual reserve aside, she said yes meekly, almost happily, certainly happily.
“honey, i’m sorry i’m late,” an achingly familiar voice cuts into her reminiscence. she turned her head and looked into the eyes of the one man she loves beyond life. she was almost choked with emotion and barely managed a “it’s alright, you’re not late, it was me who’s early.” there was a slight awkwardness before he said “i’ve missed you so much these two months.” he took her hand and dragged her closer to him, necessitating her to move her chair closer to him. “i love you,” he continued. “i love you too and i’ve missed you too,” she replied, staring deeply into his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction, he shifted his glance, she tugged her hand away and he let her.
“what’s your decision?” she asked the dreaded question. “i love you, i need you and i want you, for always.” he replied, looking earnestly into her eyes, trying to convince her of his sincerity and love, she kept silent, felt a cold hand wrapping round her heart. unable to stand her silence, he went on “we’re getting married at the end of the year.” he looked at her, pleading for her understanding. outwardly she maintained a facade of quiet dignity and strength, in truth, her heart felt the cold grip of reality and she wondered if people who suffered heart attacks felt as much pain as she did.
“why did you ask me out today?” she questioned. “i missed you badly and i just needed to see you again, won’t you reconsider?” he implored as he grasped both of her hands. she was tempted to laugh in his face, instead she decided to do something else. closing the gap between them, she kissed him, gently and felt his response, it was to be the sweetest and most poignant kiss she’ll ever have. after kissing for what seemed like minutes, she leaned slightly back, looked into his eyes she whispered softly against his lips, “i love you too, i need you too and i want you too, you’ve no idea how very much and i want you to know that and always remember it.” she could see the relief in his eyes and continued huskily “and when you burn with aching desire for me in the stillness of the night and seek release, i pray you’ll never, ever, ever find it. you were not free to love me, why do you make me love you so?” she narrowed the gap between them again and gave him the most passionate kiss ever, putting all her love and passion into it, caught by surprise, he too gave in to the pleasure, oblivious to the gasps and stares of other fellow coffee drinkers. finally, she gave his lower lip a sharp nip but it didn’t draw blood before breaking the kiss. she stood up, picked up her handbag and walked away without a backward glance, her broken heart crying as she exited the cafe.
summer fling, was it a summer fling? how apt. her name is summerfling too. she recalled their last conversation in Hong Kong two months ago when she happened to answer a phone call which shattered her world, they had been lovers by then and so she had told him, “when you choose me to be your love, call me, if you still intend to marry her, please don’t contact me again. ever.” when she found out too late that he was already betrothed to another.
she has never felt more desolate, lonely and stupid for being hopeful as she did when she walked out that cafe.
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A slight drizzle, a cold gust of wind. And what have we got here. A new cafe?
I proceeded into the cafe and looked around. The first thing that caught my attention is this piece of paper lying so blatently ahead of me. Bending down for a closer look, I realise that it was a cheque...... *delights*, drats, a crossed one, with such a long signature as well. Sighz, is there no cleaner for this cafe??? I continued and ignored the litter as did the rest of the people.
I got my cup of hot chocolate and proceeded to my terminal. As I got seated, an overpowering scent, of barbequed stingray (???), caught my attention. I quickly scanned the whole cafe to find out where the smell was from. Hmm......
Sitting ahead of me was this lady, should be around her early thirties......not too bad looking......would have looked better if she had longer hair. Oh shit, she is staring at me now. Should have kept my shades on. What to do what to do.......better look away.
Caught a glimpse of another lady, seems to be making a scene for herself with another guy. Dunt really know what she did, but she has that spiteful look in her eyes. Pity. Especially since she looks quite good...... oh well...... better not fantasize......
The dragging of the seat, a woman with pale features making her way out of the cafe. Such sorrow apparent in her face. My heart goes out for her. If there was something I could do for her, I would. I pray that whatever that is weighing her heart down will disappear as she steps out of the cafe.
Oh well.......what am I doing. Wasting precious time when I could be surfing the net. What do I see??? Liverpool thrashes Manchester United 10-0. Gosh.......Manchester United is such a loser. Muahahaha.......
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Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn. - Gore Vidal -
I walked towards the café with thunderstorm brewing behind me. The weather reflected my mood exactly, and darn, why can’t I answer those questions to my satisfaction, I thought morosely. The door appearing in sight of me, I swing it wildly, hopping to catch somebody in the face. That was how mad I was…until I saw her, with him.
“Oh, hi’ she exclaimed when she saw me at the entrance.
“Hey, I am surprise to see you here!” I meant it sincerely…that is, until I saw that guy beside her.
“Hi, how are you” he grinned, rather nastily if you ask me, while slipping his arms around her.
“Surviving, and you?” I grinned back, with a twinge of malice in it.
She noticed and grabs hold of his hand, and make an excuse that they need to run off for a show nearby.
“ Sure, no problem. Hope to see you again” I muttered to them as they walked past me.
“Yeah! Will do that!” She grins back. How much of that is courtesy is beyond me. All I know is that I am hopping mad.
God is so unfair to me. Why does she have to end up with that asshole? I am a thousand times better than he is and I can give her so much love than what he can ever give. God, what an assholeÂ…
As I stepped into the café, I see a bloody mess. There’s this big and long spillage of coffee all over the place. I heard the staff mentioned some idiotic guy who looks drunk on American beer dropped it. God, there sure are a lot of assholes around. I reached behind the queue and there was this lady in front of me. As I was looking at the gal hunched over the PC, I heard a sweet husky voice asking for iced blended mocha. Sigh, at least there is some remedy in this world after all. I smiled at her as she walked pass me but I think her attention was elsewhere.
“Give me my regular will you? Thanks!” another day, another coffee.
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“When the sexual organ of any man stands erect, two-thirds of his intellect goes away.”
---Imam Ghazzali (a 12th century Muslim scholar) -
Great,i mumbled to myself as i scan around and it seems that every single one of the coverted red sofas have all been occupied by people and it would seem they have no intention of surrendering their seat anytime soon.I should have eaten faster at that thai restaurant,but then i would have missed an opportunity to meet this long haired girl walking my way.My friends saw me wave to her and even asked me whether i wanted to do a 180 degree turn.Bah,with such friends,who needs enemies.As i listen to the music and the loud chattering of the patrons coupled with the monotonous hammering of the keyboard by a guy next to me.I am suddenly aware of a bitter aftertaste which reminds me i need my caffeine fix soon.As i lifted my head up to the monitor,i am suddenly confronted by a garish sign limited the PC usage to 15 mins.15 minutes!?That is equivalent to a blink of an eye in this cyber world of ours.Guess i have to leave now and join my 2 friends for some gossip updating or i may be forcefully evacuated from my seat at this PC and be grieviously injured by my friends for staring at the PC instead of them
heheh
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Theory Of Relativity
Eating a lot of good food will make 1 hour seem like 5 minutes while eating lotsa horrigible cooked veggies will make 5 minutes seem like 1 hour~~~
Waiting for Diablo 2 Add-on -
"Everyone needs a bar in which they can hang out," according to a Taiwanese bartender/ writer.
As a boring guy I never enjoyed loud places. On my 4th visit to this cafe it struck me that perhaps this would be the place where I can finally feel at ease. Bright cheerful place full of people of the same age enjoying intimate chats or just enjoying the company of friends. Computers to cater for interaction of another kind. There was no pressure to impress with physique, no smoke, no need to shout to be heard.
"Everyone needs to find a drink that they enjoy, something they can trust to bring them a satisfaction everytime they sip it."
While the writer was talking about Scotch, I don't think he would mind me adapting that to coffee, since I don't like alcohol. The cuppacino here is good. No sour taste, no coffee breath lingering after a mouthful, just the right amount of froth and generous cocoa powder. I can easily indulge in this as any fine single malt scotch.
I just heard someone order his regular. This is somewhere the staff actually know what their customers like. Impressive. A toast to you too, while I carry on observing the fellow patrons, imagining what they might be up to without the pressure to leave like I need to make space for more attractive people. Can't say the same for the poor people limited to 15 minutes on the computer though.