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So, someone stole my car and its hard now for me to commute from one place to another. I just received my bonus and I was planning to take Mr. Frank out and about. I know the two don't make a good combination, so I decided to wait until later that evening. While we were checking out my balance in the account I was extremely excited to find out that my cheque was cleared. With this in mind I suggested Mr. Frank one of our favourite past times - dining at Mc Donald. So, without hesitation, we started to walk the sidewalk to the nearby Mc Donald. We talked about a lot of things while we were walking there. We talked about our highlights of the day as if it has been ages we haven't met.
The truth is, I miss living with him or in a more precise manner of explaining this will be: I miss to have him around all the time. Eversince I landed myself the new job, I have been busy to pace up with the new routine and the new world that I have just entered. Being an Executive in Marketing and Bussiness Development really is a hard work. I have to learn to think on my own and to actually plan the progression of the company is a huge responsibility on my shoulder. Soon enough the company will be having one of its many expansion plan. With this in mind I will have to be extremely fit to face both seen an unseen challenges. somehow or rather it scares me when it comes to changes.
After our dinner at Mc Donald, we walked towards a shopping mall which was 10 minutes walk. Mr. Frank accompanied me to look for new phone and my heart sank at the sight of Motorola Razr V9. Its sleek, professional and looks complicated, in which represent who I am. I will soon get it within three months time - thats my new objective in this game called life.
As we were walking back to the house, thoughts were running through my head as my unconcious mind reverted to the matter of work - again. I am really afraid of the thought that I can't handle the changes. What if I change into someone I dont want to be. What if Mr. Frank and I are not meant to be for each other. And what if this is just a dream I longed to wake up only to realize that this is just a beginning. I am afraid that I wont be able to be an angel all the time, as I took another step forward, almost reaching home. I said to myself, "many years from now, I shall remember this moment and I know instantly that this event will be a walk to remember," My fears and uncertainties follow me as I close the door of my apartment behind me.
18 September 2008
15 September 2008
The bullet...
It was 716am and I was among the lined up passengers at Stockshore Station waiting for my turn to get into the bullet. As usual, we - the passengers, stood patiently looking at the front most passengers get into limited space of the bullet and held their breath to tug their tummy inward so they wont be rejected by the bullet. And, of course, I smiled to the thought of that.
Well, the line behind me lengthen rapidly from the past minute. There was a middle-aged woman behind me and a cute bloke behind her and an asian lady holding a cup of coffee sealed to perfection to ensure that it was safe for boarding. As I studied the rest of the line, I realized that there were many men in my line and that it would definitely be awkward in the sardined bullet. My mind was running wild thinking of appointments today as I was reaching closer to the one of many mouths of the bullet.
Today, I decided to wear my pumps with pure silver rings from Guess - its black by the way. A knee-length, sleek looking skirt and a black shirt to go with that. I did my hair using a white hair band, tied it with a simple bow at the back of my hair and let my curls loose with the extras of the hairband reached the top of my skirt. I put on my Britney Spears' "Believe" to essentuate my morning as motivation. My lappie bag was safe as I guarded it at the pit of my elbow - it was heavy though, good as a form of an exercise for my hands. The speaker announced the arrival of my bullet in a few minutes and I was ready to crashed the bullet.
The bullet finally arrived. As the door opened for me, I gasped. It was filled with men. As I squeezed in I knew that the others behind me managed to sardinized themselves into the bullet, including the cute guy and the asian lady. The hungry mouth of the bullet consumed the eager and ever so willing passengers and sped off. When the squeezing took place I managed to turned and saw the whole scenario behind me. I was just standing behind the middle-aged lady and the cute bloke was now right next to me. The asian lady was exactly in front of him - holding the sealed polysterine cup.
As the bullet halt to a stop to another station, more passengers pushed and rushed into the bullet until the middle aged lady stepped on my shoes. I couldn't move so I said "You are stepping on my shoes," politely with a smile. She didn't even looked at me. I repeated myself, this time around a little louder. She did not make any effort to lift her old ballerinas from my highly pumps. My toes were beginning to ache. I couldnt take it anymore. So I tapped her shoulder and this time I blurted out my pain from my toes and spoke it out - loud enough to attract attention of the passengers of the neighbouring carriages. "Excuse me, but I think YOU are standing on my left foot!" I said. She looked at me, and then, she put her palms together, looked at me and look at my shoes. She stepped away from my foot and then she shaked her hands, apologizing I guessed. Then she pointed to her ears and then shake her hands. Less that I know, she is deaft and dumb. I heard giggles around me and I heard the loudest laugh from the cute bloke next to me. I was agitated as the bullet resumed its journey.
As the bullet reached Trafalgar Square Station, the crowd was even more than other station. The cute bloke irritated me through glances and snorts and smiles. The building in crowd left us bump to bump and hump to hump with each other. The rushing people pushed and pushed until the door shut and the bullet roared to the next station. My station was soon to come and so I was happy to get out of this mess. When I said mess it means mess and I left the bullet with a broad smile on my face.
The cute bloke, was bathed in coffee as the crowd pushed and the lady accidentally pushed against his white with pink shirt.
Well, the line behind me lengthen rapidly from the past minute. There was a middle-aged woman behind me and a cute bloke behind her and an asian lady holding a cup of coffee sealed to perfection to ensure that it was safe for boarding. As I studied the rest of the line, I realized that there were many men in my line and that it would definitely be awkward in the sardined bullet. My mind was running wild thinking of appointments today as I was reaching closer to the one of many mouths of the bullet.
Today, I decided to wear my pumps with pure silver rings from Guess - its black by the way. A knee-length, sleek looking skirt and a black shirt to go with that. I did my hair using a white hair band, tied it with a simple bow at the back of my hair and let my curls loose with the extras of the hairband reached the top of my skirt. I put on my Britney Spears' "Believe" to essentuate my morning as motivation. My lappie bag was safe as I guarded it at the pit of my elbow - it was heavy though, good as a form of an exercise for my hands. The speaker announced the arrival of my bullet in a few minutes and I was ready to crashed the bullet.
The bullet finally arrived. As the door opened for me, I gasped. It was filled with men. As I squeezed in I knew that the others behind me managed to sardinized themselves into the bullet, including the cute guy and the asian lady. The hungry mouth of the bullet consumed the eager and ever so willing passengers and sped off. When the squeezing took place I managed to turned and saw the whole scenario behind me. I was just standing behind the middle-aged lady and the cute bloke was now right next to me. The asian lady was exactly in front of him - holding the sealed polysterine cup.
As the bullet halt to a stop to another station, more passengers pushed and rushed into the bullet until the middle aged lady stepped on my shoes. I couldn't move so I said "You are stepping on my shoes," politely with a smile. She didn't even looked at me. I repeated myself, this time around a little louder. She did not make any effort to lift her old ballerinas from my highly pumps. My toes were beginning to ache. I couldnt take it anymore. So I tapped her shoulder and this time I blurted out my pain from my toes and spoke it out - loud enough to attract attention of the passengers of the neighbouring carriages. "Excuse me, but I think YOU are standing on my left foot!" I said. She looked at me, and then, she put her palms together, looked at me and look at my shoes. She stepped away from my foot and then she shaked her hands, apologizing I guessed. Then she pointed to her ears and then shake her hands. Less that I know, she is deaft and dumb. I heard giggles around me and I heard the loudest laugh from the cute bloke next to me. I was agitated as the bullet resumed its journey.
As the bullet reached Trafalgar Square Station, the crowd was even more than other station. The cute bloke irritated me through glances and snorts and smiles. The building in crowd left us bump to bump and hump to hump with each other. The rushing people pushed and pushed until the door shut and the bullet roared to the next station. My station was soon to come and so I was happy to get out of this mess. When I said mess it means mess and I left the bullet with a broad smile on my face.
The cute bloke, was bathed in coffee as the crowd pushed and the lady accidentally pushed against his white with pink shirt.
14 September 2008
One hell of a day...
So, I drove my boss (which I shall not reveal her name here or she will start to ask for some amount of money - so lets stick to Ms N for her) to the head office of Airports Holding Limited before shooting off to make a few visitations to a few police stations for a few reports. Then i went to pick Mr Frank Moore and then both of us went to pick my boss' son from boarding school. what a tiring day....
11 September 2008
And someone stole her car
Mr Frank Moore woke me up with a broad smile on his handsome face. I tried to open my eyes but i just couldn't. He tickled me and I laughed. He was ready to leave for work and he always kisses me before he goes to work. Hehehe. He took my car key - he told me that he will be using my car today. it will be a half an hour drive from our home to his school - yes, he is a teacher.
We exchanged goodbye and "love you" and he left. I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom and showered. It was quite cold today so I didn't take too much time in the bathroom and wiped off my body dry. I walked to the hair drier and as i was just switching it on, my phone rang. the number identification showed Pa...Luv2 so i picked up the phone.
"Honey, err... i know this is silly, but, where did you park the car?" he said, shaky and almost panic.
"Common area, behind the car park podium," I said.
"I think the car is not here," he replied, sounding more dramatic from just now.
"What do you mean, its not there?" I replied.
"Its NOT here!" he said sounding more and more impatient.
"I'm coming down," I rushed into my room put on a shirt and walked out of my walk-in closet. I turned back in, grabbed my black tights and put it on as I half-hopping and half-walking to the front door. In my mind, all i can think is what a series of bad luck this week... and someone stole my car.
We exchanged goodbye and "love you" and he left. I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom and showered. It was quite cold today so I didn't take too much time in the bathroom and wiped off my body dry. I walked to the hair drier and as i was just switching it on, my phone rang. the number identification showed Pa...Luv2 so i picked up the phone.
"Honey, err... i know this is silly, but, where did you park the car?" he said, shaky and almost panic.
"Common area, behind the car park podium," I said.
"I think the car is not here," he replied, sounding more dramatic from just now.
"What do you mean, its not there?" I replied.
"Its NOT here!" he said sounding more and more impatient.
"I'm coming down," I rushed into my room put on a shirt and walked out of my walk-in closet. I turned back in, grabbed my black tights and put it on as I half-hopping and half-walking to the front door. In my mind, all i can think is what a series of bad luck this week... and someone stole my car.
10 September 2008
The Phone Call
The phone call that i received left me sitting at the edge of my bed - comforter around my tiny body feeling the chill from the inside out and staring into the mirror that watches me sleep every night. I understand the fact that i have to focus on the most important thing in my life now- MY OWN SELF. It took me sometimes to realize that although Mr. Frank Moore kept on whining about it since we got married 2 years ago. Well, i guess god has to teach me that the hard way. I looked at the bed, empty. Turned back to the mirror and sighed.
I stood up walk to the door, grabbed my towel and felt something inside me. It grew so slowly after I put down the receiver. But, it became more vivid as the clock ticked. I became more sure that the feeling was what i thought it was. I smiled and walked to the bathroom. with each step, my smile grew wider. once I closed the door of the bathroom behind me, I was more than certain that a burden was lifted off my shoulder. I am happy.
I stood up walk to the door, grabbed my towel and felt something inside me. It grew so slowly after I put down the receiver. But, it became more vivid as the clock ticked. I became more sure that the feeling was what i thought it was. I smiled and walked to the bathroom. with each step, my smile grew wider. once I closed the door of the bathroom behind me, I was more than certain that a burden was lifted off my shoulder. I am happy.
09 September 2008
Oversized
So it was a fine Tuesday morning when i walked out of my apartment and waved for taxi. There goes one, passing me with a stern looking passenger looking out of the window which scared me to death. But that didn't stop me to wave again, and a taxi changed lanes almost hitting another car. Then the car honked at the taxi and they ended up at the side walk wrestling on the ground. I waved again, this time i looked at my hand up to my fingers... and i went wide eyed.
I turned to the entrance of my apartment, snorted to the bell boy, ran to the lift with my black high-cut boots, pressed the buttoned for a millionth time, braved the out coming passengers like a fish going against the powerful current and sighed as I pressed the button of my floor - 1oth floor. I adjusted my bra only to realize that there is a man at the corner of the lift. I wondered if he noticed what I just did. Slowly, i turned around to look at that guy, red faced and smiled. He smiled back with this "I-saw-what-you-did" kinda look and I abruptly turned. The door opened and I rushed out.
I started walking away from the cubicle of embarrassment and heard the elevator closed. I sped up with the thought of getting into the meeting room fashionably late with class. I mean, I'm wearing my Jimmy Choo's high cut boots and would someone tell me how the hell is that not coming fashionably late WITH CLASS. Then i heard footsteps behind me. I tried to glimpse but i could not make out the figure. I fasten my trot, and reach the door of my apartment. I tried to push in the key but it wont go in. To my fear, the figure that was following me touched my shoulder. I screamed.
I turned to the entrance of my apartment, snorted to the bell boy, ran to the lift with my black high-cut boots, pressed the buttoned for a millionth time, braved the out coming passengers like a fish going against the powerful current and sighed as I pressed the button of my floor - 1oth floor. I adjusted my bra only to realize that there is a man at the corner of the lift. I wondered if he noticed what I just did. Slowly, i turned around to look at that guy, red faced and smiled. He smiled back with this "I-saw-what-you-did" kinda look and I abruptly turned. The door opened and I rushed out.
I started walking away from the cubicle of embarrassment and heard the elevator closed. I sped up with the thought of getting into the meeting room fashionably late with class. I mean, I'm wearing my Jimmy Choo's high cut boots and would someone tell me how the hell is that not coming fashionably late WITH CLASS. Then i heard footsteps behind me. I tried to glimpse but i could not make out the figure. I fasten my trot, and reach the door of my apartment. I tried to push in the key but it wont go in. To my fear, the figure that was following me touched my shoulder. I screamed.
08 September 2008
Welcome...
Let me tell you a little secret: this is my channel to distress after a long tiring day at work and of course running chores as an obedient housewife and all the duties listed with it. So, what to expect from this? Lies, angers, frustration and discontentment, and so you guess. But the moment you step into my life through my blog, you will view my life differently as you realize that I am more than just a name. As it goes on, you'll see the many colours of me, in which tells you about who I really am and things around me and situations I face.
Most of the entries are fiction added but not so much so that it alters the real situation. One thing i would like to remind you is that, living is hard. Adding imagination and creativity on these reflections of mine will make me feel better and be ready as the new sun as it shines.
The title of this entry is so much so not to welcome others, instead, it actually welcomes me as I turn a new page of my life. One that will record all my experiences like others. What makes it different? That's because I am Ms Martha Moore.
Most of the entries are fiction added but not so much so that it alters the real situation. One thing i would like to remind you is that, living is hard. Adding imagination and creativity on these reflections of mine will make me feel better and be ready as the new sun as it shines.
The title of this entry is so much so not to welcome others, instead, it actually welcomes me as I turn a new page of my life. One that will record all my experiences like others. What makes it different? That's because I am Ms Martha Moore.
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