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Friday, December 09, 2005
Kinda sick of poring over my word doc for so long. so i shall post my story in parts. well.. part 1..
She looked up in surprise, before lowering her gaze again and taking another sip of the bottle of beer. Ok, that was expected, I took in a deep breath to gather more courage and wits. “Hello!” I repeated chirpily. “My name is Li Ren. What’s yours?” I put out my hand in greeting. She eyed me warily with an icy glare. I tried to keep up the warm smile on my face. “Well then, what are you doing here? Waiting for your friends? Or are you just enjoying your solitude?” I pulled an impromptu question out of my mind in an attempt to soothe my nervousness. “Well, I think you should mind your own business and I’ll mind mine.” A coarse threatening voice replied.
A sudden wave of emotions rushed over me. I could not tell if it was pure sadness, a pinch of bitterness, or a sense of hopelessness. Here I was, staring at a perfect reflection of my youth and yet, I could not approach it appropriately. What have I gained or lost along the way that made this soul in front of me so distant yet so close to my heart? I guess I can summarize my gains, all the kindness, concern, courage, determination etcetera into one word—love. I have lost resentment to make space for love. I wanted to pass on what I have gained to this soul here.
But I’m doing just that, my unspoken reply was straightforward. However, I just took out my notebook and began writing. I was working on my latest piece. It was a story; a story of death, of love found in the wrong places, of betrayal, of perfection lost and hopes forgotten. Most importantly, my pen was telling the story of a long search for a never-failing, ever-present, unconditional, perfect love. It was telling my life story.
that's not what I have thus far but I guess I should stop here. I don't even know if my readers would wanna continue from here. and I've no idea how to counsel teenage drunkards so I've gotta do loadsa imagining here. and I'm also now trying to imagine what the writer in my story would write about. gosh...
She looked up in surprise, before lowering her gaze again and taking another sip of the bottle of beer. Ok, that was expected, I took in a deep breath to gather more courage and wits. “Hello!” I repeated chirpily. “My name is Li Ren. What’s yours?” I put out my hand in greeting. She eyed me warily with an icy glare. I tried to keep up the warm smile on my face. “Well then, what are you doing here? Waiting for your friends? Or are you just enjoying your solitude?” I pulled an impromptu question out of my mind in an attempt to soothe my nervousness. “Well, I think you should mind your own business and I’ll mind mine.” A coarse threatening voice replied.
A sudden wave of emotions rushed over me. I could not tell if it was pure sadness, a pinch of bitterness, or a sense of hopelessness. Here I was, staring at a perfect reflection of my youth and yet, I could not approach it appropriately. What have I gained or lost along the way that made this soul in front of me so distant yet so close to my heart? I guess I can summarize my gains, all the kindness, concern, courage, determination etcetera into one word—love. I have lost resentment to make space for love. I wanted to pass on what I have gained to this soul here.
But I’m doing just that, my unspoken reply was straightforward. However, I just took out my notebook and began writing. I was working on my latest piece. It was a story; a story of death, of love found in the wrong places, of betrayal, of perfection lost and hopes forgotten. Most importantly, my pen was telling the story of a long search for a never-failing, ever-present, unconditional, perfect love. It was telling my life story.
that's not what I have thus far but I guess I should stop here. I don't even know if my readers would wanna continue from here. and I've no idea how to counsel teenage drunkards so I've gotta do loadsa imagining here. and I'm also now trying to imagine what the writer in my story would write about. gosh...
