[abang-gitar] says:

[abang-gitar] says:

Posted: March 27th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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I could explode right now. I know I was right about her being tardy and forgetful. There are so many things about her that I could point out as her faults. She was late today, she left the dishes undone, and insanely heaved what seemed like a bucket of salt into the soup.

It’s one of those days. The ones where I wonder why I agreed to this social obligation; to get married. One of those days where I wish I was free from commitment, from having to be accountable and responsible for not just me anymore, but us. I know she tries and I know I try but sometimes it gets tough. It gets hard, it gets painful and tiring. We have our differences, we argue and now I wonder how we actually manage to get on.

The dirty dishes are stacked. She’s still at work and I’m hungry with a bowl of saltwater to ease my pangs. “Ouch!” I discover an ulcer and chew on it while pushing the bowl of soup away. An unconscious habit I have had since young.I walk to the sink and start to clear the dishes. I notice a yellow post-it sticking out.

” Had to jet, sorry about the mess. I know you want to say ‘I told you so’ but I really have to run. Will clean up when I get back. Love you, Maggie.”

She was right about the ‘I told you so’. I was so going to do that. I cannot stop a chuckle that escapes.

Soon a smile sneaks up on me. I begin to soap and rinse the plates.  I’m doing this for us, and not me. I know she does the same-putting us before herself. And now that I think about it, I guess that’s how we manage. 

Posted: February 24th, 2008 under Works.
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Dear Cookie,

How is it back home? I quite miss you. Today, as I sat atop one of those structures in a kiddie’s play ground, I saw one of your kind. Yes, a Jack Russel Terrier. White all over with patches of brown. Kinda like you, but instead of one patch, it had two- one on its head and the other on its lower back.

I wonder if you miss me. I know when I was leaving I kept fussing about you knowing that I was leaving. You’d trot into my room and take advantage of my sleepy state by jumping onto the bed. Then again, maybe I just liked the thought of you missing me. Wouldn’t it be tough to leave knowing nobody misses you, not even your own pet?

Anyway, how are you? Are you still peeing in the house when everyone is out? Or growling at Coffee when Daddy plays with him instead of you? Don’t be jealous. Daddy has no serious partiality to any of you. You are equally loved.

I miss playing with you and rubbing your tummy and teasing you when you are sleeping. Haha. How you hated that. Oh well, I’ll be back in about 10 months. Can’t wait to see you.

I really should stop now. People will find it weird that I write to my dog who cannot read this and who probably won’t understand this even if Mum read this out to you.

I just felt like doing it.

Till then. Behave.

Kristy

Posted: February 24th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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“So, she’s leaving…,” said Lis.

“Yes she is,” he replied barely looking up from his book.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her tired head upon his shoulder. She had come to love doing that. She felt secure. He too had become accustomed to the weight of her head on his arm and the sweet smell of her hair. He could never get enough of that.

She tilted her head upwards so that her nose grazed the stubble on his chin. He felt her stir, and turned to meet her eyes.

No, they didn’t sparkle. They weren’t bright. But they were steady, as always. Steady, clear, and honest. And although he hadn’t been able to before, 20 years of marriage had taught him to read them.

“Don’t worry Lissie, he began, she’s a big girl now and we need to let go. You know her, she’s smart and bright and there’s really nothing to worry about.”

Her words surprised him. “It’s not her I’m worried about… It’s us.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned, slightly confused.

“What are WE going to do now that both our sons are married and, and, Jenny, well, she’s leaving us too. It’s just the two of us left,” she replied.

“Lissie…, he said slowly and deliberately, as if stating the obvious, this is when we need to fall in love… all over again”.

He held her gaze for a moment before looking back at his book.

A slight pause ensued between them.

 ”Or… we could just get dogs,” she suggested as she smiled and hugged him tighter. 

Posted: February 22nd, 2008 under Works.
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