My fear
è night is cold & u had a long day at work. All that’s in that shagged out mind of urs is to plunge into that pile of warm blankets back home. At è fastest speed possible, u got down from è bus, & that shortcut caught ur sight. It’s badly lit, empty & spooky as usual, but startlingly it kinda appeals to ur exhausted body right now. It’s urging u to bring it home in è shortest possible period. That timid mouse in u took a backseat & u gave in.
Halfway through è pathway è siren in u broke out, all of a sudden u saw ur stupidity as the wind made è tree hollows whistle a spooky tune. Should u run or should u not? U battled in urself for a moment & decided to calm down that pounding heart of urs. Just when u managed to, something dark; something with a intimidating presence fleeted pass at è corner of ur eyes…
Mum says never ever turn to look behind u in such situations. “Those things,” she warned, “could just deliver a tight slap across ur pretty face.”
But u could’nt resist a peep.
Wrong move.
U saw that dark ‘thing’ hovering 5 feet above ground & ur pulsation almost stopped. It charged towards u mercilessly as u let out a muffled scream. Mum was right. U should have just walked off without being such a curious brat. Darn it.
RUN.
U sprinted with all ur might til u could hear nothing else except è wind at ur ears. At this point, u felt a pinch behind ur neck! Hot tears flushed down ur cheeks uncontrollably & like some mad being, u tried to slap off whatever’s behind u with bare hands. Guess what? U did it! U felt a wave of relieve as u witnessed that fwarked up ultimate icon of revulsion fell to the ground, lifeless.
That cockroach was dead!
U won the battle!
Between sobs, u cursed & thrust at its limp carcass, swearing that u’ll treat urself to an overnight soak in good ol’ detol =)
What’s that situation that’ll reduce me into a marquee of prayers?I suppose I won’t have to elaborate more hehe.
Just for the record, I’m a free thinker.
è night is cold & u had a long day at work. All that’s in that shagged out mind of urs is to plunge into that pile of warm blankets back home. At è fastest speed possible, u got down from è bus, & that shortcut caught ur sight. It’s badly lit, empty & spooky as usual, but startlingly it kinda appeals to ur exhausted body right now. It’s urging u to bring it home in è shortest possible period. That timid mouse in u took a backseat & u gave in.
Halfway through è pathway è siren in u broke out, all of a sudden u saw ur stupidity as the wind made è tree hollows whistle a spooky tune. Should u run or should u not? U battled in urself for a moment & decided to calm down that pounding heart of urs. Just when u managed to, something dark; something with a intimidating presence fleeted pass at è corner of ur eyes…
Mum says never ever turn to look behind u in such situations. “Those things,” she warned, “could just deliver a tight slap across ur pretty face.”
But u could’nt resist a peep.
Wrong move.
U saw that dark ‘thing’ hovering 5 feet above ground & ur pulsation almost stopped. It charged towards u mercilessly as u let out a muffled scream. Mum was right. U should have just walked off without being such a curious brat. Darn it.
RUN.
U sprinted with all ur might til u could hear nothing else except è wind at ur ears. At this point, u felt a pinch behind ur neck! Hot tears flushed down ur cheeks uncontrollably & like some mad being, u tried to slap off whatever’s behind u with bare hands. Guess what? U did it! U felt a wave of relieve as u witnessed that fwarked up ultimate icon of revulsion fell to the ground, lifeless.
That cockroach was dead!
U won the battle!
Between sobs, u cursed & thrust at its limp carcass, swearing that u’ll treat urself to an overnight soak in good ol’ detol =)
What’s that situation that’ll reduce me into a marquee of prayers?I suppose I won’t have to elaborate more hehe.
Just for the record, I’m a free thinker.
posted by Angie | Thursday, September 15, 2005
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