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Sunday, June 26, 2005

 
:: The Runaway ::

She dropped the phone in shock and was at a total loss of words.

No… this cannot be happening…

But it was.

Those words still lingered in her mind, like the last note of a symphony played in a concert hall. She was lost. Tears spilled from her eyes uncontrollably.

This is a dream! I know it is! Come on Lynn, wake up! Oh for heaven's sake, wake up!

Her eyes darted around the room, those last words, still echoing in her mind. She was frightened. The one thing she had feared all her life, and that she thought would never come, came. Everything was such a whirl. It was too sudden for her to accept. Far too sudden.

She fell back onto her bed, lost in a deep trauma. She still refused to believe that horrid fact. Her phone lay abandoned on the paraquet floor. A violent shiver was sent down her spine. Her mind was a vortex, spinning round and round, sucking all her emotions, forcing them into a constipated and incomprehensible blob. She was so confused.

Tears just leaked out and she could not control them. That bitch. I should never had introduced her to him! But now, she had no one to blame but herself.

Cuddled up in a corner of the room, she held her teddy bear close to her. On her fifteenth birthday, he gave it to her. It was a really expensive one and ever since that, she had been hugging it to sleep every night. Pampering it as if it was him, kissing it now and then, and telling it her problems. It was really the one thing other then him, that could make her feel secure. Sean. That was its name. But now, all was gone.

*~*

Her world crumbled. Everything was such a whirl. Everything was so surreal. She pulled herself up from the corner. Sean? Where’s Sean? She spun around on the spot, searching wildly around the room.

There was Sean, walking through the doors. But Sean? Walking? Lynn rubbed her eyes and tried slapping herself awake. What on earth was happening?

She ran forward to pick Sean up but as she got close, he simply vanished. Nothing seemed to make any sense. Everything was not going her way at all, and all was so confusing. Running out of the room, she found herself in a large, vast, empty land, its ground devoid of moisture. All dried up and cracked. And there, in the distance, was Sean. There he was, stumbling towards a shadowy figure.

“Sean? Come back Sean, you don’t know what that thing is,” Lynn called out to the walking stuffed animal.

Her warning fell on deaf ears and he continued walking. Lynn sprinted forward towards Sean.

The distance, the time and all that happened during that sprint did not make sense at all. It looked just about a hundred meters forward. It was about a hundred meters ahead. That would have taken Lynn about 15 seconds to reach but she ran for one whole minute, and still, Sean was there in front of her, slowly, making his way towards to the silhouette.

A sudden gust of strong wind soared across the land, carrying with it sediments which kicked up a large cloud of sand and dust. Lynn shielded her eyes with her hands and when the cloud finally subsided, her eyes met with the most horrid sight. The sight she had most dreaded. There, she saw Sean, cuddled up in Charlotte’s arms.

That bitch! God damn her!

She made feeble attempts to grab Sean out of Charlotte's arms but to no avail. The couple was drawing further and further away from her.

“Sean don’t go to her! Don’t let her steal you away from me! Sean I love you!” Tears once again, leaked out of her eyes.

The truth was hard, but she refused to look. Sean was smiling in Charlotte’s arms. He was happy there. Once again, Lynn was thrown into confusion all over again.

“I’m sorry, Lynn. I thought I loved you…” It sounded once again, like an orchestra of devilish demons playing the Death Waltz, over and over again. Clashing notes and diminished chords. What torture to the ears and to the mind!

Lynn clamped her hands around her ears and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The orchestra still played on in her head.

“I’m sorry, Lynn. I thought I loved you…”

She continued to run.

“Sorry, Lynn. I thought I loved you…”

“Lynn. I thought I loved you…”

“Lynn. I loved you…”

“Lynn. I love you…”

“Lynn. I love you…”

“Lynn. I love you…”

He loves me! I know he does! It’s just that bitch! She stole him away from me! The hatred engulfed her. Her vision blurred, but she continued to run forward. Her feet hit the ground hard, propelling her forward with every step, to the point where the ground ended.


*~*

Lynn looked down the tall, vertical side of the building, her right leg out. She stepped into the nothingness beneath her foot and let everything go. It’s over. I love you, Samuel. And she fell, Sean hugged close to her chest.
 

written by MitZukin Mrvica
Friday, June 24, 2005

 
:: Me and Mel ::

icycool carrots
went for a walk.
she met up with me
so we had a talk.

we stopped at parkway,
but where to go?
to banquet on top?
or food court below?

but then again,
there are more options
beside those spots
of small food portions

there's always BK
with delicious food
they have sandwiches
which taste so good

or maybe KFC
who is just beside
who has chicken so tasty
with range so wide

not ur taste?
how 'bout MacDonalds?
across the road.
they've got noodles!

or how bout chinese?
enough of the west?
cos eastern food
still beats the rest.
for something classy,
try crystal jade.
where skill and art
of food is made

lack of money?
for somethin cheap?
just a small snack?
just a small treat?

there's coffee bread
right in the basement.
they smell so good
and they taste no different.

or the old chang kee,
sittin on ground floor.
they sell small treats
and good snacks galore.

thinkin of baked meat?
go to giant.
somewhere in there,
there's a stall.
it sells baked meat
or bah kua
which every you say it,
it's the best in the mall
[my uncle's stall wad heh heh heh]

that's all i shall say
about parkway
'bout me and mel
we just joked away (=
 

written by MitZukin Mrvica
Thursday, June 23, 2005

 
:: feelings ::

stars in the day,
and the sun at night.
the feelings are there,
just out of sight.
 

written by MitZukin Mrvica
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