June 17th, 2009. 9.00pm
I remembered it was cloudy Wednesday evening and i was on my way to cell. My mate, Bernie, with rather mischievous eyes swing the door wide open for me. And told me that a beauty is visiting our cell. Well, as usual, I gave my mate the benefit of the doubt.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically, as I gave him a pat on his back.
"Don't mention!" he grunted as I walked towards the living room. The next 7 steps was a revelation.
The moment I saw her, my world has stopped. All in an instant, and POOF! Like magic, and my heart suddenly swells in resonance before my eyes, It sings! Every sight of me turns Grey excepts her. Shes appears to be the only colored thing I see. (Man, how the butterflies stirred! How the butterflies stir even now as I write) I sat awkwardly, for about thirty seconds which felt like an eternity.
She played with the hair behind her ear and smiled. She was wearing a Grey blouse, a matching shorts, and not to mention a pair of smooth and well toned legs. She brought her face to the lighting of the room. And when she looked at me, her eyes caught a fluorescent light beam and did a dazzle-dance of their own. She was beautiful. That was the moment I first noticed. I looked back at her uncomfortably. Her hands were calmly laced around her knee, painting a picture of endless serenity.
My mind was blank wonder. I just didn't get it. How could someone so sweet, so cute, so lovely, so gorgeous...so wonderful...so awesome (words fail me)--How did someone like her fly under the radar for so long? The world may never know, as the old 70's tootsie roll ads used to say.
"How can she not turn heads?", I wonder.
With her big brown eyes, her gentle gaze, slender fingers and most of all, her intriguing smile.
Whatever the reason may be, I know I had fallen for an angel of a lass by the name of T* - God, was she beautiful. She wore her hair in a ponytail and had a smile that could melt Antarctica. I took a breath, prayed and conjure on the wings of Cupid out of mythological hibernation and request him to loose an arrow for me. (Stop daydreaming Timmy - again)
At the end of cell meeting, I eventually got over my 2 hours of sweaty palms and drippy 'smells good' armpits (whenever she was within foul-shot range during ice breaker), 2 hours of miniature heart attacks and an obvious tongue-ties. (when I finally able to break the silence and introduce myself at the end of the meeting.)
*Timmy blushed, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.
Just before she rode out of sight, she glanced back and fluttered her fingers in the air, waving her last goodbye. It was strange to think of the unexpected twists a man's life could take. I closed my eyes and, on the back of my lids, envisioned more days like this. The image looked good. I tucked that mental photograph like a bookmark in my mind.
To Be Continue...
I remembered it was cloudy Wednesday evening and i was on my way to cell. My mate, Bernie, with rather mischievous eyes swing the door wide open for me. And told me that a beauty is visiting our cell. Well, as usual, I gave my mate the benefit of the doubt.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically, as I gave him a pat on his back.
"Don't mention!" he grunted as I walked towards the living room. The next 7 steps was a revelation.
The moment I saw her, my world has stopped. All in an instant, and POOF! Like magic, and my heart suddenly swells in resonance before my eyes, It sings! Every sight of me turns Grey excepts her. Shes appears to be the only colored thing I see. (Man, how the butterflies stirred! How the butterflies stir even now as I write) I sat awkwardly, for about thirty seconds which felt like an eternity.
She played with the hair behind her ear and smiled. She was wearing a Grey blouse, a matching shorts, and not to mention a pair of smooth and well toned legs. She brought her face to the lighting of the room. And when she looked at me, her eyes caught a fluorescent light beam and did a dazzle-dance of their own. She was beautiful. That was the moment I first noticed. I looked back at her uncomfortably. Her hands were calmly laced around her knee, painting a picture of endless serenity.
My mind was blank wonder. I just didn't get it. How could someone so sweet, so cute, so lovely, so gorgeous...so wonderful...so awesome (words fail me)--How did someone like her fly under the radar for so long? The world may never know, as the old 70's tootsie roll ads used to say.
"How can she not turn heads?", I wonder.
With her big brown eyes, her gentle gaze, slender fingers and most of all, her intriguing smile.
Whatever the reason may be, I know I had fallen for an angel of a lass by the name of T* - God, was she beautiful. She wore her hair in a ponytail and had a smile that could melt Antarctica. I took a breath, prayed and conjure on the wings of Cupid out of mythological hibernation and request him to loose an arrow for me. (Stop daydreaming Timmy - again)
At the end of cell meeting, I eventually got over my 2 hours of sweaty palms and drippy 'smells good' armpits (whenever she was within foul-shot range during ice breaker), 2 hours of miniature heart attacks and an obvious tongue-ties. (when I finally able to break the silence and introduce myself at the end of the meeting.)
*Timmy blushed, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.
Just before she rode out of sight, she glanced back and fluttered her fingers in the air, waving her last goodbye. It was strange to think of the unexpected twists a man's life could take. I closed my eyes and, on the back of my lids, envisioned more days like this. The image looked good. I tucked that mental photograph like a bookmark in my mind.
To Be Continue...
and so the massacre begins! LOL!!!!
ReplyDeleteLOL what massacre?
ReplyDeletenahh...i'm just sayin'
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