Thursday, July 09, 2009/10:46 PM
I thought of my angel again today. I felt him looming and lingering around me while I was buried in the endless titles of the MJC school library. remember I said angels didn't like the library? apparently that doesn't hold true for my angel. why do I attract all the weird boys? sigh. I love weird boys.
I thought I'd shake him off for today. but he said no deal because I'd been pushing him aside since the dawn of the mid-years. I shudder at the very thought and immediately he bites his lip, cautious now to not say anything that might send back the harsh memories through my mind. he stays quiet for a while, onlooking my browsing endeavour. he nods occasionally when the book I select pleases him and clears his throat if my choice disappointed him somehow. he is so picky it makes me want to tear my hair out.
his eyes stay on mine and I feel slightly distracted when they drift down my arm to my fingers that were playing across the spines of the row of books before me. when his eyes shoot back to mine, his lips turn down into a pout. He crosses his arms and with a defty sigh, leans on the shelf. I took in his crestfallen expression and felt my heart break. no angel should look so upset.
he doesn't meet my eye as I gazed at him. his eyes glaze over my face for a brief moment and immediately he looks away, as though he had just been caught stealing. he murmurs softly; so softly that I can barely hear him. I take one step closer to him and place my hand shyly over his. I ignore the shocks that the warm sensation of his skin shot through mine and whisper 'what's wrong?'
I stand there, waiting. time passed, though I barely took any notice of it. I was too caught up in his smell, his eyes, his breathing. I couldn't think straight. his mouth twitched.
'is this what it takes then?'
'to what?'
'to get you to come closer to me.'
‘what do you mean?’
‘all I have to do is put on a sad face, and immediately you’re drawn to me.’
‘you cheater.’
‘I never said I’ll play fair.’
‘you never do.’
Stop playing. how did I fall for a cheater?
ah. the result of absolute boredom whilst waiting for class to start.
sometimes, when a story emerges in your mind and you day dream throughout the whole lesson,
its good to let it out somewhere.
I thought I'd shake him off for today. but he said no deal because I'd been pushing him aside since the dawn of the mid-years. I shudder at the very thought and immediately he bites his lip, cautious now to not say anything that might send back the harsh memories through my mind. he stays quiet for a while, onlooking my browsing endeavour. he nods occasionally when the book I select pleases him and clears his throat if my choice disappointed him somehow. he is so picky it makes me want to tear my hair out.
his eyes stay on mine and I feel slightly distracted when they drift down my arm to my fingers that were playing across the spines of the row of books before me. when his eyes shoot back to mine, his lips turn down into a pout. He crosses his arms and with a defty sigh, leans on the shelf. I took in his crestfallen expression and felt my heart break. no angel should look so upset.
he doesn't meet my eye as I gazed at him. his eyes glaze over my face for a brief moment and immediately he looks away, as though he had just been caught stealing. he murmurs softly; so softly that I can barely hear him. I take one step closer to him and place my hand shyly over his. I ignore the shocks that the warm sensation of his skin shot through mine and whisper 'what's wrong?'
I stand there, waiting. time passed, though I barely took any notice of it. I was too caught up in his smell, his eyes, his breathing. I couldn't think straight. his mouth twitched.
'is this what it takes then?'
'to what?'
'to get you to come closer to me.'
‘what do you mean?’
‘all I have to do is put on a sad face, and immediately you’re drawn to me.’
‘you cheater.’
‘I never said I’ll play fair.’
‘you never do.’
Stop playing. how did I fall for a cheater?
ah. the result of absolute boredom whilst waiting for class to start.
sometimes, when a story emerges in your mind and you day dream throughout the whole lesson,
its good to let it out somewhere.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
archive
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
credits