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Part 2 of 2Written and Publish on Jan 5 2004, 01:41 AM
1:00 p.m.
Some things are best hidden in the heart ; like my fondness for Jason. I kept pushing him to girls because one day I fear I couldn't control the impulse to declare my love for him. By then, our friendship will turn awkward both for him and myself, and I do not wish to have this kind of ending. I smiled, embittered at the thought that there can be no resolution or acceptance from Jason. It was painful but this sacrifice would be worth it. I finished my diary entry for the last day of the year and sighed with an emptiness that lingered in my heart.
"Hello, Melanie. You must come for the party today. I've got a great guy to introduce to you." The lilting tone of mine was a complete contrast to the scathing hurt burning in my heart. I locked my diary and stashed it away as I carried on with the conversation and with my lonely existence.
11:00 p.m.
"Can you please be more proactive?" I rolled my eyes as I whispered to Jason who was sitting next to me. Jason looked dashing, decked out in formal wear with his stylish hairdo but his smile now seemed plastered and uneasy. ?Thank God they have moved on to the next table in search of greener pastures. Gerald, that Melanie is a quack. You?ve got to be kidding if you think she matches me?? I couldn?t think of any rejoinder. Melanie has got to be the worst girl I have ever recommended ; I couldn?t concentrate on the casual conversation with the intermittent loud slurps of her soup. "Look, can we get out of here? I have absolutely no appetite. My whole New Year mood is ruined. All thanks to you." Jason looked at me and practically dragged me out of the function room while I messaged Melanie that Jason suddenly had some gastric pain that he needed medical attention badly. Jason needed solitude away from the crowd and I suggested that we do our private countdown by the Singapore River with a few cans of beer.
11:50 p.m.
Jason picked up his can of Tiger Beer and sipped, looking exceptionally moody. I knew things were not looking great especially in his love path. My heart felt twinges of pain for him but I quickly brushed off them, feigning nonchalance. "Gerald, you know you've been a great friend to me and you were always there when I needed you." I shook my head, saying firmly, "Incorrect. It should be 'are'. Jason, I let you know all my little secrets, so please don't say you are going to ditch me." Jason's cheeks were ruddy and heated as he said, "Gerald, shall I let you in on my secret?"
I smiled and nodded. "Sure, why not when I have confided in you a thousand and one secrets?" Jason lowered his head and said softly, "When I close my eyes, all my thoughts are of you." My heartbeat quickened at his admission and I wasn't sure I was hearing the correct things. "Well, I am honored. Never knew you thought of me so often." Jason scratched his head and shook it furiously, "No, that was not what I meant. I mean; I like you."
"You are drunk. You must be?" I rationalized, refusing to accept his words. Tears blurred my eyes when I practically plied the words out of my burning throat, "Jason, please don't humor me. I cannot take this anymore." Jason slapped his face and smothered it with both his hands, and mumbled miserably, "It was a mistake. Can you take it you've never heard me blurt out the words?"
"No."
"Are we still friends?"
"No."
"That's it then. I've ended our friendship on New Year's Day." Jason was clearly agonized with a disappointed look that pierced my core. My tears of mirth kept streaming down as I blurted out raggedly, "You'd better keep good on your admission that you like me so I can stop recommending to you all those wretched girls."
Jason's hands clasped with mine as he said, "We will just have to take it one step at a time then because I am practically clueless at this." My emotions were churning beneath my cool fa硤e as I replied, "Okay. Are you sure about this?"
Jason looked at me seriously and admitted, "My heart tells me 'Yes' but my brain frankly disagreed." I quickly interjected, "You should listen to your heart." He smiled and looked at me, smearing the tears that escaped my eyes. "I've known all along that you've liked me. Gerald Wong, I can see ; I have eyes. I have seen the things you've done for me that no other person in the world will."
"And to think, you kept me in suspense until now. How's that for a payment." I almost wanted to burst out crying at his simple words of gratitude. The tenderness rocked me to the core as he continued, "I needed time to think about this."
"Oh. You've just made my day. No, my year."
Jason dropped a peck on my cheeks and whispered, "Happy New Year, Gerald. I am shaking on the inside beneath all the calmness written on my face." I punched him in the chest and spat, "You hid it real well, didn't you?" He laughed and eased the tension with a quick diversion of the subject, "Well, can we exchange our presents now?"
I cried out in delight when I unwrapped his present for me.
The clock chimed twelve. I couldn't believe it;it was a new pair of sandals.
It was the best New Year present I have ever received and I thought silently that maybe fairy tales do exist after all. Jason looked and chuckled with his eyes sparkling in mischief, "Expecting something expensive?"
I shook my head and I held his hand tighter. "You've no idea how priceless your gift is. Happy New Year, Jason." Suddenly the world looked a bit brighter with the constellation of stars in twinkling glory, inspiring a romantic atmosphere that reminded me of fairy tales. Jason asked me to try on the sandals and they fit to a tee.
He definitely knew my size.
1:00 a.m.
I smiled and opened my diary and began to write. "Dear Diary, something wonderful happened today."
END
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Showing posts with label Love Stories and Diaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Stories and Diaries. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
(Love Tales 6) Dear Diary
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Part 1 of 2Written and Publish on Jan 5 2004, 01:37 AM
12:00 p.m
On the twelfth stroke, the strap of my sandals came off and no, I was not running away from a prince. In fact, I was fast detaching myself from the pursuit of my best friend Jason who was looking rather murderous. I could have bet yesterday's date went awry for him and I frankly admit I wasn't that qualified as a matchmaker. Knowing that I couldn't outrun him, I decided to stay rooted to the spot to listen to another round of cursing. Picking up my ruined sandals, I turned back and walked barefooted while Jason confronted me with a pointed look and a hard stare.
A wicked smile whipped across his face. "Can't run any more?"
"Enjoy yesterday?" The question was rhetoric when one look at his face tells all. Jason straightened and sighed, "Why do you always keep fixing me with somebody?" I mimicked the gravelly tone of my professor and lectured, "You know, you are not getting any younger?" Jason popped out the most hated question, "What about you?"
"I am happily single. That's the way I want it but you are different. You have so much to look forward to while I. Look, if you are not happy with what I am doing, I won't ever bother again." We walked to the benches at the void deck and sat down both with heavy hearts. I started to wax reason and philosophy again with a tinge of sadness, "I have chosen my path as a gay and God knows I have tried to find myself a partner. I am putting myself out there but it is just useless. Half the people often confuse love with lust. The other half of the population is straight. It is a doomed path and I decided not to drag anyone into it. I took a good look at my friends and family at yesterday's gathering and found out what I have been missing all these years, spending frustrating times thinking about The One until I have forgotten the best things around me. I am no longer dwelling in the happy ever-afters. This is a real world after all. I don't want you to end up like me. Aren't you scared you will wither and end up alone?"
Jason took a look at me, deathly silent in his train of thoughts.
"Well, Jason, I am scared." A lone tear crystallized behind my fluttered eyelids. The insecurities resurfaced like a tidal wave, blanketing me with a solemn grief. I refused to submit and kept up a happy front, "So my resolution this year is to get you a girlfriend. If I can't be happy, I want you to be because my best friend deserves to be?" Jason injected wryly, trying to soften the tension, "Thanks for your nobility but these things can't be rushed." I laughed and shrugged out of my melancholy, "It is time. I am expecting a godson ten years down the road." Jason looked at me incredulously, "You plan faster than my mom. I can't believe you."
"You'd better believe it. In fact, you are coming to Grand Copthorne tonight for the company?s New Year function. I will be bringing my friends and cousins. All girls. Remember to bring your present for exchange and dress appropriately."
"You are such a nag."
"That's why I am single."
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 1 of 2Written and Publish on Jan 5 2004, 01:37 AM
12:00 p.m
On the twelfth stroke, the strap of my sandals came off and no, I was not running away from a prince. In fact, I was fast detaching myself from the pursuit of my best friend Jason who was looking rather murderous. I could have bet yesterday's date went awry for him and I frankly admit I wasn't that qualified as a matchmaker. Knowing that I couldn't outrun him, I decided to stay rooted to the spot to listen to another round of cursing. Picking up my ruined sandals, I turned back and walked barefooted while Jason confronted me with a pointed look and a hard stare.
A wicked smile whipped across his face. "Can't run any more?"
"Enjoy yesterday?" The question was rhetoric when one look at his face tells all. Jason straightened and sighed, "Why do you always keep fixing me with somebody?" I mimicked the gravelly tone of my professor and lectured, "You know, you are not getting any younger?" Jason popped out the most hated question, "What about you?"
"I am happily single. That's the way I want it but you are different. You have so much to look forward to while I. Look, if you are not happy with what I am doing, I won't ever bother again." We walked to the benches at the void deck and sat down both with heavy hearts. I started to wax reason and philosophy again with a tinge of sadness, "I have chosen my path as a gay and God knows I have tried to find myself a partner. I am putting myself out there but it is just useless. Half the people often confuse love with lust. The other half of the population is straight. It is a doomed path and I decided not to drag anyone into it. I took a good look at my friends and family at yesterday's gathering and found out what I have been missing all these years, spending frustrating times thinking about The One until I have forgotten the best things around me. I am no longer dwelling in the happy ever-afters. This is a real world after all. I don't want you to end up like me. Aren't you scared you will wither and end up alone?"
Jason took a look at me, deathly silent in his train of thoughts.
"Well, Jason, I am scared." A lone tear crystallized behind my fluttered eyelids. The insecurities resurfaced like a tidal wave, blanketing me with a solemn grief. I refused to submit and kept up a happy front, "So my resolution this year is to get you a girlfriend. If I can't be happy, I want you to be because my best friend deserves to be?" Jason injected wryly, trying to soften the tension, "Thanks for your nobility but these things can't be rushed." I laughed and shrugged out of my melancholy, "It is time. I am expecting a godson ten years down the road." Jason looked at me incredulously, "You plan faster than my mom. I can't believe you."
"You'd better believe it. In fact, you are coming to Grand Copthorne tonight for the company?s New Year function. I will be bringing my friends and cousins. All girls. Remember to bring your present for exchange and dress appropriately."
"You are such a nag."
"That's why I am single."
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Friday, June 15, 2007
(Love Tales 5) Part Four- A Conclusion
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Part 4 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:31 AM
I wiped away my tears. Leslie was after all my friend. He didn't deserve to die like this. The guilt tapped even deeper because I did fall for Christopher. It was an unforgivable betrayal.
My sobs must have roused Christopher from his sleep. He rubbed his tired eyes and quickly came over when he saw me crying.
"He still haunts you in your dreams?" He sat down and faced me directly.
"I could have done more. I could have saved him."
He sighed. "Leslie is sick, Sean. It wasn't your fault. We have done enough of grieving. I gave up two years of my life, wallowing in regret, having a mental breakdown. I sorted out my thoughts and I can't let Leslie's death rule my life."
"But it's different for me. I felt I...betrayed him." I forced the words out.
"Why is that so?"
I looked at him seriously and stuttered, "Because I .."
Chris lifted his eyebrows and waited patiently.
"Wait a minute. That was a trick question."
Chris grabbed my hands and whispered poignantly, "I hope your answer is, 'Because I loved you all these while'."
I couldn't lie anymore. I just lowered my head and nodded in shame.
Chris' hands trembled as he tipped my chin up and kissed me gently. A tear escaped his left eye as he teased my lips with a light suction. The light in his eyes shone with the cutting clarity of a diamond.
"When I saw you at the lift after I finished delivering a document, I felt that my prayers were answered. I never gave up the hope of seeing you again. You were so close to slipping away from me. But He gave me another chance. I love you, Sean."
He emitted a bitter laugh. "You know how stubborn my heart is. I am going to wait for you no matter how long it takes for that episode to be over. I have waited for six years. It doesn't matter if I wait longer. I am no longer young and I want to spend my life with the one I love. I know whom I love;and that has never changed. It was always you, Sean, my best friend and my partner."
My heart cracked at his declaration. He just hugged me like a lost child who is equally scared of the dark road ahead. At this moment, I only knew the road would be so cold and empty without him. We would battle the demons together. It was time to live again.
My words were choked as I pleaded, "Chris, can you just hold me tonight? I don't want to sleep alone in the dark, thinking of the unhappy stuffs again."
His body blanketed me with its warmth. It felt so good.
I turned my head to face him and smeared off his tears. "I want to visit Leslie's grave tomorrow. I've got something to tell him."
Chris cradled my head and asked, "What is it you are going to say to him?"
I looked at him in the eye. "I am going to take good care of Chris for you before we, three friends, meet in Heavens again." Leslie's ghost had been laid to rest at long last.
Chris whispered a silent "I love you" and kissed my cheeks.
I didn't have any nightmare that night. In fact my dream had Leslie smiling in delight and stacking my hands on top of Chris' hands, while giving us the blessing.
-END-
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Part 4 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:31 AM
I wiped away my tears. Leslie was after all my friend. He didn't deserve to die like this. The guilt tapped even deeper because I did fall for Christopher. It was an unforgivable betrayal.
My sobs must have roused Christopher from his sleep. He rubbed his tired eyes and quickly came over when he saw me crying.
"He still haunts you in your dreams?" He sat down and faced me directly.
"I could have done more. I could have saved him."
He sighed. "Leslie is sick, Sean. It wasn't your fault. We have done enough of grieving. I gave up two years of my life, wallowing in regret, having a mental breakdown. I sorted out my thoughts and I can't let Leslie's death rule my life."
"But it's different for me. I felt I...betrayed him." I forced the words out.
"Why is that so?"
I looked at him seriously and stuttered, "Because I .."
Chris lifted his eyebrows and waited patiently.
"Wait a minute. That was a trick question."
Chris grabbed my hands and whispered poignantly, "I hope your answer is, 'Because I loved you all these while'."
I couldn't lie anymore. I just lowered my head and nodded in shame.
Chris' hands trembled as he tipped my chin up and kissed me gently. A tear escaped his left eye as he teased my lips with a light suction. The light in his eyes shone with the cutting clarity of a diamond.
"When I saw you at the lift after I finished delivering a document, I felt that my prayers were answered. I never gave up the hope of seeing you again. You were so close to slipping away from me. But He gave me another chance. I love you, Sean."
He emitted a bitter laugh. "You know how stubborn my heart is. I am going to wait for you no matter how long it takes for that episode to be over. I have waited for six years. It doesn't matter if I wait longer. I am no longer young and I want to spend my life with the one I love. I know whom I love;and that has never changed. It was always you, Sean, my best friend and my partner."
My heart cracked at his declaration. He just hugged me like a lost child who is equally scared of the dark road ahead. At this moment, I only knew the road would be so cold and empty without him. We would battle the demons together. It was time to live again.
My words were choked as I pleaded, "Chris, can you just hold me tonight? I don't want to sleep alone in the dark, thinking of the unhappy stuffs again."
His body blanketed me with its warmth. It felt so good.
I turned my head to face him and smeared off his tears. "I want to visit Leslie's grave tomorrow. I've got something to tell him."
Chris cradled my head and asked, "What is it you are going to say to him?"
I looked at him in the eye. "I am going to take good care of Chris for you before we, three friends, meet in Heavens again." Leslie's ghost had been laid to rest at long last.
Chris whispered a silent "I love you" and kissed my cheeks.
I didn't have any nightmare that night. In fact my dream had Leslie smiling in delight and stacking my hands on top of Chris' hands, while giving us the blessing.
-END-
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
(Love Tales 5) Part Three- Obsession
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Part 3 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:26 AM
I felt a stab of chill in my heart and decided to step away from Christopher. The depression was slowly creeping back like a dark shadow. I thought of all the Prozac stocked at my house and suddenly felt giddiness seize me with its claw. I was scared to be alone as control slipped like flowing water.
Christopher saw the tension wrung inside me and wrapped me tightly.
"Sean, snap out of it. Don't do this to yourself again. It's not your fault." I looked at Christopher for a moment. Tears blurred my vision and I felt so helpless beyond words.
Christopher ushered me outside of the building quickly into his car that was parked at the nearby car-park. I was deathly silent all the while.
He put me at the front seat, secured my seat belt and placed a coat over me. My head rested against the window. I was too emotionally exhausted to think or react.
I didn't even notice that he drove me to his apartment. Christopher opened the door and said staunchly, "You are in no condition to be alone today." He opened the door and lifted me up like a rag doll, then swung his body to slam the car door shut.
"I can manage on my own. You don't have to carry me." I whispered.
Christopher looked at me and carried on piggy-backing me. "You are tired. And I am the cause of that." I didn't say a word and just rested my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes. Just like every aftermath of a depression for the past six years, my brain shut down completely.
*
A slight snore roused me in the middle of the night. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Christopher nodding off on the small sofa beside the bed. I sort of recalled Christopher had helped me to change into a clean T-shirt and a pants.
I sat up and touched my forehead. It hurt to think. I hugged my knees and studied Christopher quietly.
Christopher, Leslie and I were the best of friends since junior college. When Chris divulged that he was bisexual accidentally after a drop too much, Leslie quickly developed a crush for him. Chris was attractive and jovial so it wasn't a surprise that I too felt a soft spot for him, but I never carried my crush too far. We enrolled at the same university and gone through the same course.
Somehow, Leslie's obsession made him ugly and possessive. He started to frown upon the girls who got too near to him. Chris started to avoid him and planned his outing secretly with me. He felt he could confide in me more as a friend than he did in Leslie.
Things started to turn awkward when Chris blurted out that he always had a fondness for me. I refuse to have anything to do with him because I knew it would make Leslie crazy. One day, Leslie's jealousy spurred him to blurt out Chris' bisexuality to his female classmates. Chris was naturally angry and went to confront him. Leslie totally lost Chris as a friend; and that was when it drove him to suicide.
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Part 3 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:26 AM
I felt a stab of chill in my heart and decided to step away from Christopher. The depression was slowly creeping back like a dark shadow. I thought of all the Prozac stocked at my house and suddenly felt giddiness seize me with its claw. I was scared to be alone as control slipped like flowing water.
Christopher saw the tension wrung inside me and wrapped me tightly.
"Sean, snap out of it. Don't do this to yourself again. It's not your fault." I looked at Christopher for a moment. Tears blurred my vision and I felt so helpless beyond words.
Christopher ushered me outside of the building quickly into his car that was parked at the nearby car-park. I was deathly silent all the while.
He put me at the front seat, secured my seat belt and placed a coat over me. My head rested against the window. I was too emotionally exhausted to think or react.
I didn't even notice that he drove me to his apartment. Christopher opened the door and said staunchly, "You are in no condition to be alone today." He opened the door and lifted me up like a rag doll, then swung his body to slam the car door shut.
"I can manage on my own. You don't have to carry me." I whispered.
Christopher looked at me and carried on piggy-backing me. "You are tired. And I am the cause of that." I didn't say a word and just rested my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes. Just like every aftermath of a depression for the past six years, my brain shut down completely.
*
A slight snore roused me in the middle of the night. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Christopher nodding off on the small sofa beside the bed. I sort of recalled Christopher had helped me to change into a clean T-shirt and a pants.
I sat up and touched my forehead. It hurt to think. I hugged my knees and studied Christopher quietly.
Christopher, Leslie and I were the best of friends since junior college. When Chris divulged that he was bisexual accidentally after a drop too much, Leslie quickly developed a crush for him. Chris was attractive and jovial so it wasn't a surprise that I too felt a soft spot for him, but I never carried my crush too far. We enrolled at the same university and gone through the same course.
Somehow, Leslie's obsession made him ugly and possessive. He started to frown upon the girls who got too near to him. Chris started to avoid him and planned his outing secretly with me. He felt he could confide in me more as a friend than he did in Leslie.
Things started to turn awkward when Chris blurted out that he always had a fondness for me. I refuse to have anything to do with him because I knew it would make Leslie crazy. One day, Leslie's jealousy spurred him to blurt out Chris' bisexuality to his female classmates. Chris was naturally angry and went to confront him. Leslie totally lost Chris as a friend; and that was when it drove him to suicide.
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Monday, June 11, 2007
(Love Tales 5) Part Two- Despair
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Part 2 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:21 AM
"Are you alright?" I slapped lightly his face to get him conscious.
Christopher smiled weakly as I lifted him up carefully. "No worries. I am fine."
I steadied his heavy frame and grabbed my briefcase and his bag, then offered, "Come, I will send you home."
Christopher smiled and joked, "A moment ago, you warned me not to touch you."
I bit out with malice. "Do you believe I can drop you at any moment?"
"No, you won't." He chuckled.
"Why not?"
"Because you still love me after all these while. You just refuse to admit it."
I dragged him out as the door opens. "You are on the verge of making me lose my patience. I think you have recovered. You talk too much."
Christopher zipped his mouth shut at the sight of my fierce stare.
"I will hail a cab for you. You will survive."
"You have become a mean bitch."
I feigned nonchalance. "That's right. It means you shouldn't come and look for me."
Christopher gently said, "Give me your number, Sean. I won't give up unless I see you. God send me to you six years later."
My anger rose inside me. "Why are you so stubborn? Do you know you are hurting me even more? How can you be so selfish?"
Christopher's face crumpled. "I have a broken heart too. Do you know how hard I try to find you? I went to your place and your parents refused to give me your address. You changed your phone number. I missed you so much but I feel the guilt also;Leslie is my friend too." He squeezed his chest painfully and held my hands.
Me too. My heart silently cried out. I didn't want to think about the fateful night where Leslie was crying and pouring his heart out, sitting on the parapet as I begged him to climb down.
Christopher wanted to break off with me. Someone must have come into our relationship. He refused to tell me who. Sean, did he tell you who it was??
I frantically shook my head and said, "Come down, please. Leslie. Don't do this. We can talk about this rationally. I promise Christopher will return to you. Come down now!"
Leslie just blinked his tears away and shook his head in despair, "He loves someone. I know it. I just know it. I won't let anyone take him away."
As he pushed himself off the parapet, my knees just gave way. I reached out my hand and screamed in hysterical terror. My heart stopped beating. My tears just trickled down.
I have let my friend down. I have caused Leslie's death.
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Part 2 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:21 AM
"Are you alright?" I slapped lightly his face to get him conscious.
Christopher smiled weakly as I lifted him up carefully. "No worries. I am fine."
I steadied his heavy frame and grabbed my briefcase and his bag, then offered, "Come, I will send you home."
Christopher smiled and joked, "A moment ago, you warned me not to touch you."
I bit out with malice. "Do you believe I can drop you at any moment?"
"No, you won't." He chuckled.
"Why not?"
"Because you still love me after all these while. You just refuse to admit it."
I dragged him out as the door opens. "You are on the verge of making me lose my patience. I think you have recovered. You talk too much."
Christopher zipped his mouth shut at the sight of my fierce stare.
"I will hail a cab for you. You will survive."
"You have become a mean bitch."
I feigned nonchalance. "That's right. It means you shouldn't come and look for me."
Christopher gently said, "Give me your number, Sean. I won't give up unless I see you. God send me to you six years later."
My anger rose inside me. "Why are you so stubborn? Do you know you are hurting me even more? How can you be so selfish?"
Christopher's face crumpled. "I have a broken heart too. Do you know how hard I try to find you? I went to your place and your parents refused to give me your address. You changed your phone number. I missed you so much but I feel the guilt also;Leslie is my friend too." He squeezed his chest painfully and held my hands.
Me too. My heart silently cried out. I didn't want to think about the fateful night where Leslie was crying and pouring his heart out, sitting on the parapet as I begged him to climb down.
Christopher wanted to break off with me. Someone must have come into our relationship. He refused to tell me who. Sean, did he tell you who it was??
I frantically shook my head and said, "Come down, please. Leslie. Don't do this. We can talk about this rationally. I promise Christopher will return to you. Come down now!"
Leslie just blinked his tears away and shook his head in despair, "He loves someone. I know it. I just know it. I won't let anyone take him away."
As he pushed himself off the parapet, my knees just gave way. I reached out my hand and screamed in hysterical terror. My heart stopped beating. My tears just trickled down.
I have let my friend down. I have caused Leslie's death.
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Saturday, June 09, 2007
(Love Tales 5) Part One- Reunited
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 1 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:15 AM
"Hey, hold up, please." I was about to press the 'Door Close' button when a familiar voice alerted me to halt. I almost missed the voice as fatigue from the hectic work day threatened to drown my senses. I shut my eyes and rubbed my neck. As my eyes fluttered open, a gasp of surprise escaped from my throat as the imposing figure stood beside me.
His achingly familiar baritone pierced through the air. "Sean?"
Shock gripped me all of a sudden. I was tongue-tied for words. "Hi?Christopher, how have you been?" A mix of loss and regret bloomed inside me as I studied his features. He looked visibly older and mellower in his early thirties. His eyes still sparkled intelligently but there was a deep sadness and severity that molded his features. There was a hint of white hair at the edges. Christopher was still attractive in his enigmatic manner; his built grew tougher and leaner over the years and he exuded a masculine grace that seemed to make the lift claustrophobic.
He was equally shocked at seeing me here. The pause grew deafening before he recollected himself and said, "I am fine. Are you working here?"
I plastered a smile and nodded politely. "I've been working here for three years now at International Plaza. An accountant. Boring job." I tried to avoid his eye contact and kept my head low, staring at the floor of the lift.
The journey down to the 1st floor was so agonizingly slow. I had an urge to burst out of the lift like a popped champagne cork.
"Are you free tonight? Care to join me for a drink?" Christopher asked earnestly.
I shook my head hastily and pressed the button of the lift again. "I got an appointment. I am sorry."
"Well, then can you give me your phone number? I want to meet you again."
My tone was shaky as I clenched my fist tightly. "Er.. I don't really see the need."
Christopher edged dangerously closer. "Damn it, it's been six years. Can you learn to forgive yourself?"
The tears streamed down as I spurted out angrily. "I was the one who saw him jump. He made me remember. It was a mistake from the start. I shouldn't have betrayed him." I looked at him accusingly, "It's a person's life. How could you take it so lightly?"
I backed away from him, covered my face with my clammy hands and cried with shame, "He was my best friend." My briefcase dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.
Christopher stepped closer and took my shoulders as I wrecked up in sobs.
"Please, don't touch me. Just stay away from me." I screamed and sucked in the air heavily. Christopher treaded backwards to give me space. His eyes were red and he was heaving in difficulty and gasping for air. "Okay, calm down."
He coughed loudly and slumped to the floor. There was a loud weezing sound as he struggled to get the air inside his lungs. "My ventolin for my asthma?" He pointed to the bag he left on the corner of the lift.
I shouted, jumped and quickly gathered myself. I reached for his bag and ransacked for his medication. My heart cried out when I handed him gingerly his medication.
Christopher pressed the tip of the tube and inhaled heavily. He steadied himself before taking another huge breath.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 1 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:15 AM
"Hey, hold up, please." I was about to press the 'Door Close' button when a familiar voice alerted me to halt. I almost missed the voice as fatigue from the hectic work day threatened to drown my senses. I shut my eyes and rubbed my neck. As my eyes fluttered open, a gasp of surprise escaped from my throat as the imposing figure stood beside me.
His achingly familiar baritone pierced through the air. "Sean?"
Shock gripped me all of a sudden. I was tongue-tied for words. "Hi?Christopher, how have you been?" A mix of loss and regret bloomed inside me as I studied his features. He looked visibly older and mellower in his early thirties. His eyes still sparkled intelligently but there was a deep sadness and severity that molded his features. There was a hint of white hair at the edges. Christopher was still attractive in his enigmatic manner; his built grew tougher and leaner over the years and he exuded a masculine grace that seemed to make the lift claustrophobic.
He was equally shocked at seeing me here. The pause grew deafening before he recollected himself and said, "I am fine. Are you working here?"
I plastered a smile and nodded politely. "I've been working here for three years now at International Plaza. An accountant. Boring job." I tried to avoid his eye contact and kept my head low, staring at the floor of the lift.
The journey down to the 1st floor was so agonizingly slow. I had an urge to burst out of the lift like a popped champagne cork.
"Are you free tonight? Care to join me for a drink?" Christopher asked earnestly.
I shook my head hastily and pressed the button of the lift again. "I got an appointment. I am sorry."
"Well, then can you give me your phone number? I want to meet you again."
My tone was shaky as I clenched my fist tightly. "Er.. I don't really see the need."
Christopher edged dangerously closer. "Damn it, it's been six years. Can you learn to forgive yourself?"
The tears streamed down as I spurted out angrily. "I was the one who saw him jump. He made me remember. It was a mistake from the start. I shouldn't have betrayed him." I looked at him accusingly, "It's a person's life. How could you take it so lightly?"
I backed away from him, covered my face with my clammy hands and cried with shame, "He was my best friend." My briefcase dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.
Christopher stepped closer and took my shoulders as I wrecked up in sobs.
"Please, don't touch me. Just stay away from me." I screamed and sucked in the air heavily. Christopher treaded backwards to give me space. His eyes were red and he was heaving in difficulty and gasping for air. "Okay, calm down."
He coughed loudly and slumped to the floor. There was a loud weezing sound as he struggled to get the air inside his lungs. "My ventolin for my asthma?" He pointed to the bag he left on the corner of the lift.
I shouted, jumped and quickly gathered myself. I reached for his bag and ransacked for his medication. My heart cried out when I handed him gingerly his medication.
Christopher pressed the tip of the tube and inhaled heavily. He steadied himself before taking another huge breath.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
(Love Tales 4) Part Four- Noel
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 1 of 4Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:19 PM
I heaved a gusty sigh before I took the lift up to Nick's apartment. I figured that I couldn't slot my card in his letterbox because of the musical box, so I had to deliver it by hand. I did not think Nick will want to see me after all the embarrassment I have caused him. I will just press the doorbell and leave the present and card at his doorstep. I just wanted to stay a while and sneak a peek at him and make sure he's alright; that's all. It took me fifteen minutes to find the courage to press the buzz. I scooted off and hid myself behind the wall. The door parted slightly and opened. The thread of longing in my heart stretched taut as I saw Nick opening the grilled gates. He was dressed normally in a worn-out shirt and shorts. It felt like nothing has changed since the last time I met him. He still had that rugged lanky form but his hair was cut shorter and his cheekbones were more defined. When he picked up the card and present, I couldn't control the tears trickling down my cheeks. I missed him so much that I wanted to run over to him and tell him that I still love him after all these years. It was not a sleazy teenage crush that faded with time. In fact, my feelings for Nick had grown stronger. After so many meaningless sexual encounters with men, I still thought about how my heartbeats will accelerate at the sight of Nick. I still remembered the brief reckless kiss we shared. I never regretted my confession of love to him.
Nick sat down on his doorstep and adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles as he read the card. Tears gathered in his eyes as he took out the musical box with caution. He covered his face with one palm and cried my name. I pressed my mouth to choke back my wrecked sobs. It felt really agonizing to see someone whom you love in pain. I hated the ironic feeling of being so physically close to Nick yet I can't touch him. I had tried letting go but I completely failed. Nick wiped his tears away, stood up with the card and present and started to close the door. I didn't know what made me burst out and shout his name. The thought of spending another Christmas without him chilled my heart.
When Nick saw me standing just a few meters from his door, he was momentarily stunned. He put down the present and card and gravitated cautiously out of his door, saying, "Gabriel, is that you?" He couldn't believe his eyes. My lips were trembling as I uttered a delicate "Yes". I never dreamt that I would be able to see Nick again. Tears kept trickling out of my eyes involuntarily. My feet gathered pace towards him as I burst into a ragged cry.
Nick grabbed me tightly into an embrace that made me forgot about the tears, longing and the abuses I have suffered for these 5 years. Nick molded his palms flat across my cheeks, refusing to believe that it was me standing right in front of him. He lashed out emotionally, "Where have you been all these years? I tried to look for you but only to find out that you have sold your house and moved out. Why didn't you come and look for me?"
I couldn't answer. The joy at seeing Nick again chased any logic from my head.
He caressed my hair and noted, "You have grown up."
I nodded and said truthfully, "But in my heart, nothing has changed all these while."
Nick looked at me and rationalized, "You are such a fool. I am too old for you now." I shook my head and maintained, "It was never just a crush. I knew whom I loved back then. I knew who cared for me and I knew you loved me all this while. I saw how you cried when you read the card."
Nick laughed bitterly, "Yes, I have always been a confused fool. It would be selfish of me to take advantage of your youth. I had to leave and do the right thing. I was so damn scared at what I was feeling. Just imagine how big a scandal it would cause if we were to be seen together."
I nodded and said resolutely, "I knew; and so I waited. And I will continue to wait for you for as long as it takes."
When Nick hugged me with a chuckle, I never felt such overwhelming joy before in my past 23 years. I felt as if I have returned home after being away for a long, long time. To me, age was just a state of mind. I just wanted someone to love me with his heart.
Nick broke the reunion with a sudden question and pointed to my bruises on my forearm. "What happened to you?"
I told him frankly what had happened. There was a mix of disbelief and shock in his eyes.
"How long have you been doing this?" Nick asked worriedly.
"For three years. On and off. Mom needed the money to pay her bills and Max needed the money to study. I can't rely on Auntie's help every time."
Nick led me inside his house and quickly fetched the First Aids box from his kitchen cabinet. He took some cotton wool and applied some ointment to my bruises with gentle care.
I hung my head in shame as tears ran down languidly. "Will you despise me?"
Nick just took my hands and brushed the fallen locks of my hair. "No, but promise me that you will never do this again." I smiled with gratitude and buried my face in his chest. "Thank you. You don't know what this means to me."
For a long time, Nick and I just laid there quietly. I was so tired that I couldn't think anymore. Nick breathed in deeply and kissed me softly on my forehead, "Merry Christmas, Gabriel." I shut my eyes and tried to etch this beautiful moment in my memory. Nick's eyes were smiling and I couldn?t resist planting a soft kiss on his lips. I could feel the surge of unspoken love that flowed between us. My eyes squeezed tightly as I cherished the tenderness that coursed through us.
There were no mistletoes, no silver decorations on Christmas trees or beautifully-wrapped gifts, but this Christmas is the best that I have had in years. This was all because of Nick and the love in my heart. I saw the crystal musical box with the angel sparkling in the dark beauty of the night and smiled wistfully. Its beauty was fleeting and transient; if one hesitated for a moment, he or she will lose the chance of ever capturing that again. I knew there will be more disappointments and scars to come, but with these beautiful moments of love embedded in my memories, I didn't think there was anything more for me to regret.
I traced Nick's jaws gently and whispered with blossoming joy, "I love you, Nick. Merry Christmas." The angel suddenly pirouetted with the enchanting tune of "Holy Night". Nick and I stared at each other blankly for a moment and burst out laughing until tears came out. Miracles did happen once in a while.
-THE END-
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 1 of 4Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:19 PM
I heaved a gusty sigh before I took the lift up to Nick's apartment. I figured that I couldn't slot my card in his letterbox because of the musical box, so I had to deliver it by hand. I did not think Nick will want to see me after all the embarrassment I have caused him. I will just press the doorbell and leave the present and card at his doorstep. I just wanted to stay a while and sneak a peek at him and make sure he's alright; that's all. It took me fifteen minutes to find the courage to press the buzz. I scooted off and hid myself behind the wall. The door parted slightly and opened. The thread of longing in my heart stretched taut as I saw Nick opening the grilled gates. He was dressed normally in a worn-out shirt and shorts. It felt like nothing has changed since the last time I met him. He still had that rugged lanky form but his hair was cut shorter and his cheekbones were more defined. When he picked up the card and present, I couldn't control the tears trickling down my cheeks. I missed him so much that I wanted to run over to him and tell him that I still love him after all these years. It was not a sleazy teenage crush that faded with time. In fact, my feelings for Nick had grown stronger. After so many meaningless sexual encounters with men, I still thought about how my heartbeats will accelerate at the sight of Nick. I still remembered the brief reckless kiss we shared. I never regretted my confession of love to him.
Nick sat down on his doorstep and adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles as he read the card. Tears gathered in his eyes as he took out the musical box with caution. He covered his face with one palm and cried my name. I pressed my mouth to choke back my wrecked sobs. It felt really agonizing to see someone whom you love in pain. I hated the ironic feeling of being so physically close to Nick yet I can't touch him. I had tried letting go but I completely failed. Nick wiped his tears away, stood up with the card and present and started to close the door. I didn't know what made me burst out and shout his name. The thought of spending another Christmas without him chilled my heart.
When Nick saw me standing just a few meters from his door, he was momentarily stunned. He put down the present and card and gravitated cautiously out of his door, saying, "Gabriel, is that you?" He couldn't believe his eyes. My lips were trembling as I uttered a delicate "Yes". I never dreamt that I would be able to see Nick again. Tears kept trickling out of my eyes involuntarily. My feet gathered pace towards him as I burst into a ragged cry.
Nick grabbed me tightly into an embrace that made me forgot about the tears, longing and the abuses I have suffered for these 5 years. Nick molded his palms flat across my cheeks, refusing to believe that it was me standing right in front of him. He lashed out emotionally, "Where have you been all these years? I tried to look for you but only to find out that you have sold your house and moved out. Why didn't you come and look for me?"
I couldn't answer. The joy at seeing Nick again chased any logic from my head.
He caressed my hair and noted, "You have grown up."
I nodded and said truthfully, "But in my heart, nothing has changed all these while."
Nick looked at me and rationalized, "You are such a fool. I am too old for you now." I shook my head and maintained, "It was never just a crush. I knew whom I loved back then. I knew who cared for me and I knew you loved me all this while. I saw how you cried when you read the card."
Nick laughed bitterly, "Yes, I have always been a confused fool. It would be selfish of me to take advantage of your youth. I had to leave and do the right thing. I was so damn scared at what I was feeling. Just imagine how big a scandal it would cause if we were to be seen together."
I nodded and said resolutely, "I knew; and so I waited. And I will continue to wait for you for as long as it takes."
When Nick hugged me with a chuckle, I never felt such overwhelming joy before in my past 23 years. I felt as if I have returned home after being away for a long, long time. To me, age was just a state of mind. I just wanted someone to love me with his heart.
Nick broke the reunion with a sudden question and pointed to my bruises on my forearm. "What happened to you?"
I told him frankly what had happened. There was a mix of disbelief and shock in his eyes.
"How long have you been doing this?" Nick asked worriedly.
"For three years. On and off. Mom needed the money to pay her bills and Max needed the money to study. I can't rely on Auntie's help every time."
Nick led me inside his house and quickly fetched the First Aids box from his kitchen cabinet. He took some cotton wool and applied some ointment to my bruises with gentle care.
I hung my head in shame as tears ran down languidly. "Will you despise me?"
Nick just took my hands and brushed the fallen locks of my hair. "No, but promise me that you will never do this again." I smiled with gratitude and buried my face in his chest. "Thank you. You don't know what this means to me."
For a long time, Nick and I just laid there quietly. I was so tired that I couldn't think anymore. Nick breathed in deeply and kissed me softly on my forehead, "Merry Christmas, Gabriel." I shut my eyes and tried to etch this beautiful moment in my memory. Nick's eyes were smiling and I couldn?t resist planting a soft kiss on his lips. I could feel the surge of unspoken love that flowed between us. My eyes squeezed tightly as I cherished the tenderness that coursed through us.
There were no mistletoes, no silver decorations on Christmas trees or beautifully-wrapped gifts, but this Christmas is the best that I have had in years. This was all because of Nick and the love in my heart. I saw the crystal musical box with the angel sparkling in the dark beauty of the night and smiled wistfully. Its beauty was fleeting and transient; if one hesitated for a moment, he or she will lose the chance of ever capturing that again. I knew there will be more disappointments and scars to come, but with these beautiful moments of love embedded in my memories, I didn't think there was anything more for me to regret.
I traced Nick's jaws gently and whispered with blossoming joy, "I love you, Nick. Merry Christmas." The angel suddenly pirouetted with the enchanting tune of "Holy Night". Nick and I stared at each other blankly for a moment and burst out laughing until tears came out. Miracles did happen once in a while.
-THE END-
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
(Love Tales 4) Part Three- Noel
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 3 of 4Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:16 PM
The ethereal crystal angel was spinning in an instrumental rendition of "Holy Night", captivating in his grace. He was gripping a trumpet, joyfully heralding the arrival of Christmas with a beatific smile. His beautifully carved wings soared as he danced in the air. I had been staring at the intricate musical box for the past ten minutes, wondering if this was the gift I wanted to get for Nick. I looked anxiously at the price tag and calculated mentally if I had enough money to last the coming semester. Deciding against my wisdom, I told the shop assistant at to wrap up the crystalline musical box and fished out the money from my wallet. Satisfied with the purchase, I left Paragon and went straight to Borders to pick up a Christmas card. I spent quite some time, conjuring up the words to express my inner feelings. It was difficult to express my emotions after a period of emotional detachment as a rent-boy. I picked up the pen gingerly and organized my thoughts.
Hi Nick,
How time flies. Five Christmases have passed since we met.
I hope you are doing fine.
Rest assured. I still hold that promise to you that I will finish university. This coming semester will be my last semester and I will be starting work as a junior accountant. It was hard to juggle with the school work cos; Mom was down with an illness that caused her thyroid glands to swell. Her vision became hazy. Fortunately, she is doing fine with constant medication. I feel particularly happy this Christmas because I have quitted doing something which I don't feel proud of. I hope you will like the musical box I have gotten for you. I just wanted to get something special for you this year now that I can afford it.
Thank you for all the things you have done for me. I just want you to know these five years have not changed the way I feel.
Regards,
Gabriel
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 3 of 4Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:16 PM
The ethereal crystal angel was spinning in an instrumental rendition of "Holy Night", captivating in his grace. He was gripping a trumpet, joyfully heralding the arrival of Christmas with a beatific smile. His beautifully carved wings soared as he danced in the air. I had been staring at the intricate musical box for the past ten minutes, wondering if this was the gift I wanted to get for Nick. I looked anxiously at the price tag and calculated mentally if I had enough money to last the coming semester. Deciding against my wisdom, I told the shop assistant at to wrap up the crystalline musical box and fished out the money from my wallet. Satisfied with the purchase, I left Paragon and went straight to Borders to pick up a Christmas card. I spent quite some time, conjuring up the words to express my inner feelings. It was difficult to express my emotions after a period of emotional detachment as a rent-boy. I picked up the pen gingerly and organized my thoughts.
Hi Nick,
How time flies. Five Christmases have passed since we met.
I hope you are doing fine.
Rest assured. I still hold that promise to you that I will finish university. This coming semester will be my last semester and I will be starting work as a junior accountant. It was hard to juggle with the school work cos; Mom was down with an illness that caused her thyroid glands to swell. Her vision became hazy. Fortunately, she is doing fine with constant medication. I feel particularly happy this Christmas because I have quitted doing something which I don't feel proud of. I hope you will like the musical box I have gotten for you. I just wanted to get something special for you this year now that I can afford it.
Thank you for all the things you have done for me. I just want you to know these five years have not changed the way I feel.
Regards,
Gabriel
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
(Love Tales 4) Part Two- Noel
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 2 of 4Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:12 PM
"Gabriel, I think it's better for me to leave the school. I don't think I can continue to teach you," Nick whispered solemnly and gravely.
"Can you just take it that I have never said those things? Can you just transfer to another class and not leave the school? Please, I am going to be guilt-ridden for the rest of my life. I am sorry to have said that. I truly am. I promise I will never bother you again," I hastily pacified, tears blurring my eyes.
Nick's eyes were bloodshot as he said, "It's not your fault, Gabriel. I think I have failed as a teacher. I should have been more careful and firm with you. Thank God we didn't do anything foolish that night."
"How about if I switch to another school?" I quickly offered.
Nick looked shocked to the core. "You must never do anything like this. Your final exams are coming and I want you to promise me that you will complete your studies and enter university. Promise me that. Now."
I sobbed. "Yes. I promise you that."
"I am sorry to mislead you. My kindness was definitely out of concern without any ulterior motives. I might have overstepped my boundary as a teacher."
I shook my head and defended vigorously, "No, it wasn't something done out of kindness. I do feel something special towards you. I am young but I am not confused."
Nick implored, "Please don't say that again. It's not right that you feel this way. You are too young to understand what love is all about. I must not take advantage of that.?"
"If you weren't my teacher, will that change anything?"
There was a pregnant awkward silence. Nick looked at me squarely in the eye and said staunchly, "It will change nothing."
"You lie. You say this but your heart and that kiss says another."
"When you grow older, you will know that this is all but a silly crush," Nick said in resignation.
"I guess I won't see you at the graduation dinner."
Nick's smiled feebly. "No. I will be busy in my new school. You must take good care of yourself. Remember your promise to me. We will meet again when you graduate from university. I know you can do it."
I edged closer to Nick and gave him a tight embrace, knowing very well this will be the last time I am meeting him. "Thank you for what you have done for me. I am deeply sorry if I have caused you any embarrassment." I could feel the delicate shatters in my heart as his hands tapped my back affectionately.
"By the time you grow up, you will probably have forgotten me and laugh at this moment now." Nick tried to defuse the thick tension that was mounting between us. I could see a rivulet of tear stream down the side of his eyes.
I breathed in his scent, wondering why something this wrong could feel so right. When he detached from my embrace, he smeared the tear off his eyes. "Gabriel, take care. I have to go now. Tell the rest of the class that I thank them for all their well-wishes earlier on. Now go back to class."
I took a last glance and waved a last goodbye. Even though Nick was not physically with me, I knew that he will always have a place in my heart.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 2 of 4Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:12 PM
"Gabriel, I think it's better for me to leave the school. I don't think I can continue to teach you," Nick whispered solemnly and gravely.
"Can you just take it that I have never said those things? Can you just transfer to another class and not leave the school? Please, I am going to be guilt-ridden for the rest of my life. I am sorry to have said that. I truly am. I promise I will never bother you again," I hastily pacified, tears blurring my eyes.
Nick's eyes were bloodshot as he said, "It's not your fault, Gabriel. I think I have failed as a teacher. I should have been more careful and firm with you. Thank God we didn't do anything foolish that night."
"How about if I switch to another school?" I quickly offered.
Nick looked shocked to the core. "You must never do anything like this. Your final exams are coming and I want you to promise me that you will complete your studies and enter university. Promise me that. Now."
I sobbed. "Yes. I promise you that."
"I am sorry to mislead you. My kindness was definitely out of concern without any ulterior motives. I might have overstepped my boundary as a teacher."
I shook my head and defended vigorously, "No, it wasn't something done out of kindness. I do feel something special towards you. I am young but I am not confused."
Nick implored, "Please don't say that again. It's not right that you feel this way. You are too young to understand what love is all about. I must not take advantage of that.?"
"If you weren't my teacher, will that change anything?"
There was a pregnant awkward silence. Nick looked at me squarely in the eye and said staunchly, "It will change nothing."
"You lie. You say this but your heart and that kiss says another."
"When you grow older, you will know that this is all but a silly crush," Nick said in resignation.
"I guess I won't see you at the graduation dinner."
Nick's smiled feebly. "No. I will be busy in my new school. You must take good care of yourself. Remember your promise to me. We will meet again when you graduate from university. I know you can do it."
I edged closer to Nick and gave him a tight embrace, knowing very well this will be the last time I am meeting him. "Thank you for what you have done for me. I am deeply sorry if I have caused you any embarrassment." I could feel the delicate shatters in my heart as his hands tapped my back affectionately.
"By the time you grow up, you will probably have forgotten me and laugh at this moment now." Nick tried to defuse the thick tension that was mounting between us. I could see a rivulet of tear stream down the side of his eyes.
I breathed in his scent, wondering why something this wrong could feel so right. When he detached from my embrace, he smeared the tear off his eyes. "Gabriel, take care. I have to go now. Tell the rest of the class that I thank them for all their well-wishes earlier on. Now go back to class."
I took a last glance and waved a last goodbye. Even though Nick was not physically with me, I knew that he will always have a place in my heart.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Friday, June 01, 2007
(Love Tales 4) Part One- Noel
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 5 of 5Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:05 PM
My eyelids fluttered open to receive the first rays of the Christmas morning. There were no mistletoes, no silver decorations on Christmas trees or beautifully-wrapped gifts. Instead, all I could see was the light drizzle caressing the hectic streets of Orchard Road. The skies were grey and ominous; somewhat mirroring the deadening isolation in my heart. I drew the curtains and walked over to the bed to pick up my trousers and shirt. I glanced at the sleeping guy and tried to remember the name of the guy whom I had sex with but my memory was too fragmented. All I could remember was going inside the bar to pick up my potential customer. We chatted for a while, struck a price before we left the noisy gay bar for the hotel. I didn't enjoy the rough sex at all. I rubbed gently the purplish bruises on my arms, rinsed my mouth of his pungent cigarette smell and took the stack of generous cash he left on the dressing table.
The burst of open air felt like a cold stab. The crowd was thickening in front of Heerens where Christmas jingles were playing out loud and Citibank promoters were busy giving out pamphlets, spreading the cheers while hoping to bring in business. I passed by California Fitness gym and was surprised at the number of people doing their workout on Christmas morning. Life still went on in its usual static routine regardless of the Christmas occasion. I thought to myself wryly; I was not spared from working on Christmas Eve either. I needed the extra cash to buy my textbooks for the coming semester in university and get a small token for Nick.
Every Christmas, I will make sure I will get a card for my junior college teacher to thank him for everything he has done for me. If not for his kindness and his dedication, I will never have made it past my college education. Dad passed away that year and it left Mom to support the family and my younger brother's education. The financial aid from the government could not cover my textbooks, school uniforms and additional expenses, so I had to take up part-time jobs. I always had trouble catching up with schoolwork. By the time I finished my evening shifts at 7-Eleven, I was already so drained that I can hardly stay awake during the lessons. When Nick knew about my situation, he gave me additional coaching in Mathematics at his house and even offered to give me a sum of money to tide me over. Even though he was just transferred to the college, he took time to know every member of the class. He was the only teacher who took effort to find out why I was always so sleepy in class, instead of just attributing it to sheer laziness. In return for his kindness, I promised him to work my hardest and make sure that I finish my university studies. I still hold on to that promise to Nick.
It has been five years since I saw Nick. I fought back the clawing guilt when I recalled my secret infatuation for Nick. It wasn't something that was borne out of gratitude. The feeling for him was so intense that I just couldn't control my feelings that night and I spilled it out in a moment of impetuousness. It was my recklessness that had compelled him to tender his resignation and leave the school. That was my wretched way of repaying his kindness. How he must have hated me ever since.
I don't think I will forgive myself as long as I live.
I brushed back my hot tears that was streaming down my cheeks. A wretched creature like me doesn't deserve any forgiveness. I have destroyed the only person who had shown me true kindness. I wondered what Nick would have thought of me if he ever found out I moonlight as a rent-boy. I am truly incorrigible beyond words.
I started becoming a rent-boy when I was at the army. After I graduated from junior college, my kind aunt offered her place to us. We moved into her house and sold the apartment to get some spare cash. The money allowed my brother and me to continue our education. I saved most of my army salary. It was through my army buddy that I got into the sex trade. I was amazed at how he could afford designer fashion wear and he told me they were 'sponsored' by a rich man. I was initially apprehensive but when my mom got ill, I don't think I can take my aunt's charity any longer. I started to follow my buddy and learn the tricks of the trade. It offered easy money but we always had to protect ourselves and keep ourselves 'marketable' through regular exercise at the gym and dieting.
There was a flutter of happiness and hope as the next semester would be my final semester in the university. I will soon be able to get my degree and start working as an accountant. Mom's illness was getting better and soon, my younger brother will have a steady income when he goes to the Army. I promised myself that last night will mark the end of my rent-boy stint. I may not be able to face Nick again but I wanted badly to look at myself in the mirror and recover my shredded dignity.
The drizzle started to dissipate as the sun's rays poured over the thick clouds. I smiled and noted that this year's Christmas seemed to look a little brighter. I hummed the melodic tune of "Have yourself a merry little Christmas" and left my makeshift seat outside California Fitness gym to embrace the warm sunlight once more. A trio of muscled gym-goers was just leaving the gym and I noted the signal of interest in their eyes. I pursed my lips and looked away, wondering what gift I should get for Nick this year. My heart twisted painfully as I knew silently that lust will mark the rest of my life but a true love will always be beyond my grasp.
This was because I have lost my heart to Nick. It will never find its way back again.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 5 of 5Written and Publish on Nov 29 2005, 04:05 PM
My eyelids fluttered open to receive the first rays of the Christmas morning. There were no mistletoes, no silver decorations on Christmas trees or beautifully-wrapped gifts. Instead, all I could see was the light drizzle caressing the hectic streets of Orchard Road. The skies were grey and ominous; somewhat mirroring the deadening isolation in my heart. I drew the curtains and walked over to the bed to pick up my trousers and shirt. I glanced at the sleeping guy and tried to remember the name of the guy whom I had sex with but my memory was too fragmented. All I could remember was going inside the bar to pick up my potential customer. We chatted for a while, struck a price before we left the noisy gay bar for the hotel. I didn't enjoy the rough sex at all. I rubbed gently the purplish bruises on my arms, rinsed my mouth of his pungent cigarette smell and took the stack of generous cash he left on the dressing table.
The burst of open air felt like a cold stab. The crowd was thickening in front of Heerens where Christmas jingles were playing out loud and Citibank promoters were busy giving out pamphlets, spreading the cheers while hoping to bring in business. I passed by California Fitness gym and was surprised at the number of people doing their workout on Christmas morning. Life still went on in its usual static routine regardless of the Christmas occasion. I thought to myself wryly; I was not spared from working on Christmas Eve either. I needed the extra cash to buy my textbooks for the coming semester in university and get a small token for Nick.
Every Christmas, I will make sure I will get a card for my junior college teacher to thank him for everything he has done for me. If not for his kindness and his dedication, I will never have made it past my college education. Dad passed away that year and it left Mom to support the family and my younger brother's education. The financial aid from the government could not cover my textbooks, school uniforms and additional expenses, so I had to take up part-time jobs. I always had trouble catching up with schoolwork. By the time I finished my evening shifts at 7-Eleven, I was already so drained that I can hardly stay awake during the lessons. When Nick knew about my situation, he gave me additional coaching in Mathematics at his house and even offered to give me a sum of money to tide me over. Even though he was just transferred to the college, he took time to know every member of the class. He was the only teacher who took effort to find out why I was always so sleepy in class, instead of just attributing it to sheer laziness. In return for his kindness, I promised him to work my hardest and make sure that I finish my university studies. I still hold on to that promise to Nick.
It has been five years since I saw Nick. I fought back the clawing guilt when I recalled my secret infatuation for Nick. It wasn't something that was borne out of gratitude. The feeling for him was so intense that I just couldn't control my feelings that night and I spilled it out in a moment of impetuousness. It was my recklessness that had compelled him to tender his resignation and leave the school. That was my wretched way of repaying his kindness. How he must have hated me ever since.
I don't think I will forgive myself as long as I live.
I brushed back my hot tears that was streaming down my cheeks. A wretched creature like me doesn't deserve any forgiveness. I have destroyed the only person who had shown me true kindness. I wondered what Nick would have thought of me if he ever found out I moonlight as a rent-boy. I am truly incorrigible beyond words.
I started becoming a rent-boy when I was at the army. After I graduated from junior college, my kind aunt offered her place to us. We moved into her house and sold the apartment to get some spare cash. The money allowed my brother and me to continue our education. I saved most of my army salary. It was through my army buddy that I got into the sex trade. I was amazed at how he could afford designer fashion wear and he told me they were 'sponsored' by a rich man. I was initially apprehensive but when my mom got ill, I don't think I can take my aunt's charity any longer. I started to follow my buddy and learn the tricks of the trade. It offered easy money but we always had to protect ourselves and keep ourselves 'marketable' through regular exercise at the gym and dieting.
There was a flutter of happiness and hope as the next semester would be my final semester in the university. I will soon be able to get my degree and start working as an accountant. Mom's illness was getting better and soon, my younger brother will have a steady income when he goes to the Army. I promised myself that last night will mark the end of my rent-boy stint. I may not be able to face Nick again but I wanted badly to look at myself in the mirror and recover my shredded dignity.
The drizzle started to dissipate as the sun's rays poured over the thick clouds. I smiled and noted that this year's Christmas seemed to look a little brighter. I hummed the melodic tune of "Have yourself a merry little Christmas" and left my makeshift seat outside California Fitness gym to embrace the warm sunlight once more. A trio of muscled gym-goers was just leaving the gym and I noted the signal of interest in their eyes. I pursed my lips and looked away, wondering what gift I should get for Nick this year. My heart twisted painfully as I knew silently that lust will mark the rest of my life but a true love will always be beyond my grasp.
This was because I have lost my heart to Nick. It will never find its way back again.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Monday, May 28, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 24) - Conclusion
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Written and Publish on Dec 13 2005, 11:58 PM
Zee opens his heavy eyes slowly, he feels someone is holding his hand and resting beside him. He tosses to the side weakly and sees Issac sleeping soundly beside him. He feels a sense of belonging seeing Issac with him, he reaches out to caress Issac soft hair slowly.
Issac stirs a little but continues to sleep, Zee doesn't want to wake him up. He just lies there, trying to recall what had happened. Zee could only remembered seeing a strong beam of lights and nothing else. His head starts to hurt a little and he groans in pain.
Issac wakes up with a scare and realizes that Zee has woken up, he squeals in delight but when he notices that Zee is in pain, he panics and shouts for the nursing staffs.
After examining Zee, the doctor prescribed some painkillers for him and left, leaving Issac alone with Zee. Zee asks weakly, "Why are you here? When did you fly over?"
Issac replies with tears in his eyes, "You really scared me, Zee! When I couldn't get you on the phone after your sms. I bought a ticket and flew over. The first thing I heard when I touched down was you met with an accident and hospitalized."
Zee wipes away the tears on Issac?s face weakly, "I am sorry to have caused you to worry. I must have hurt you so much. I am so sorry. I didn't realized how important you are to me till now. I am sorry!"
He continues, "I have been a selfish brat and totally disregard your existence. I thought everyone owes me and I hated Mach and KK, but all these while, I was the one creating trouble and havoc. I am so glad I am still alive."
Issac starts to sob loudly, "Don't say such things, Zee! I love you with no conditions. I don't care what you have done, I know I can't do without you, I was so worried I will lose you and not able to see you again! Please, Zee! Don't leave me!"
Zee reaches for Issac's hands, apologizing, "Don't cry, my baby. I was at fault, I shouldn't have done all those things and made use of you. I don't want to leave just yet. I want to be with you, enjoying your company, loving you."
Issac nods his head repeatedly and says in between sobs, "Yes! I want to be with you as well, Zee! I love you so much." Zee says, "Forgive me for what I have done to you, ok? Let's starts afresh and leave all the nightmares behind us."
Mach and KK open the door to the ward and see Issac and Zee holding hands and crying. Mach closes the door gently and quips, "Reunion? In the hospital? How corny can you guys get?"
Zee is surprised to see KK with Mach, and he notices that both of them are standing very close to each other, sending vibes as a couple. He asks, "What are the two of you doing here?"
Issac says happily, "They have gotten together now! After all these ordeals, they found true love in each other, drawing strength from each other!"
Zee asks with a puzzled look, "KK and Mach is a couple? What happened?" KK smiles, "Don't worry too much, just get well soon and we will fill you in the details when you recover."
"Yes, get well soon and let's put everything behind us and start afresh." agrees Mach. Zee nods and smiles, holding Issac's hands tightly.
Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.
Written and Publish on Dec 13 2005, 11:58 PM
Zee opens his heavy eyes slowly, he feels someone is holding his hand and resting beside him. He tosses to the side weakly and sees Issac sleeping soundly beside him. He feels a sense of belonging seeing Issac with him, he reaches out to caress Issac soft hair slowly.
Issac stirs a little but continues to sleep, Zee doesn't want to wake him up. He just lies there, trying to recall what had happened. Zee could only remembered seeing a strong beam of lights and nothing else. His head starts to hurt a little and he groans in pain.
Issac wakes up with a scare and realizes that Zee has woken up, he squeals in delight but when he notices that Zee is in pain, he panics and shouts for the nursing staffs.
After examining Zee, the doctor prescribed some painkillers for him and left, leaving Issac alone with Zee. Zee asks weakly, "Why are you here? When did you fly over?"
Issac replies with tears in his eyes, "You really scared me, Zee! When I couldn't get you on the phone after your sms. I bought a ticket and flew over. The first thing I heard when I touched down was you met with an accident and hospitalized."
Zee wipes away the tears on Issac?s face weakly, "I am sorry to have caused you to worry. I must have hurt you so much. I am so sorry. I didn't realized how important you are to me till now. I am sorry!"
He continues, "I have been a selfish brat and totally disregard your existence. I thought everyone owes me and I hated Mach and KK, but all these while, I was the one creating trouble and havoc. I am so glad I am still alive."
Issac starts to sob loudly, "Don't say such things, Zee! I love you with no conditions. I don't care what you have done, I know I can't do without you, I was so worried I will lose you and not able to see you again! Please, Zee! Don't leave me!"
Zee reaches for Issac's hands, apologizing, "Don't cry, my baby. I was at fault, I shouldn't have done all those things and made use of you. I don't want to leave just yet. I want to be with you, enjoying your company, loving you."
Issac nods his head repeatedly and says in between sobs, "Yes! I want to be with you as well, Zee! I love you so much." Zee says, "Forgive me for what I have done to you, ok? Let's starts afresh and leave all the nightmares behind us."
Mach and KK open the door to the ward and see Issac and Zee holding hands and crying. Mach closes the door gently and quips, "Reunion? In the hospital? How corny can you guys get?"
Zee is surprised to see KK with Mach, and he notices that both of them are standing very close to each other, sending vibes as a couple. He asks, "What are the two of you doing here?"
Issac says happily, "They have gotten together now! After all these ordeals, they found true love in each other, drawing strength from each other!"
Zee asks with a puzzled look, "KK and Mach is a couple? What happened?" KK smiles, "Don't worry too much, just get well soon and we will fill you in the details when you recover."
"Yes, get well soon and let's put everything behind us and start afresh." agrees Mach. Zee nods and smiles, holding Issac's hands tightly.
Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 23)
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Written and Publish on Dec 12 2005, 10:37 PM
Issac is puzzled with Zee's sms, he has thought it was over between Zee and him. Though he is still very much in love with Zee, he knows that Zee has probably never been serious about him so the sms sent by Zee asking for reconciliation really surprises Issac.
Issac is also worried about Zee, he tries calling Zee's mobile but Zee is not picking up. He tries Mach's mobile and it is unreachable as well. The more he thinks about it, the more worried he gets. In the end, he calls up a travel agent and book the earliest flight to Hong Kong.
Mach rests KK on his bed gently and hurries to the bathroom to take a towel and wet it. He starts to cleanse the wounds on KK's body, causing KK to moan in pain. Mach could feel as if he is the one with the injuries when he is cleansing KK.
He mumbles to KK, "I am so sorry to have caused this. All I want is to protect you! But I can?t, I am so useless! I dare not tell you I like you and I am hard on you because I want you to be the cream of the crop but I have hurt you and destroyed you!"
KK says weakly, "What did you just say? Did you say you like me? Why?" "Yes, I like you, KK! I liked you since the first day we met! Your appearance caused ripples in my otherwise calm exterior. I love you!" Mach declares.
"But I slept with Issac, weren't you hopping mad then? Why do you love me?" KK asks. "I knew it wasn't your fault, what I did to you was wrong and foolish, I shouldn't have let you go. I should have made you stay by my side and let me love you with all my heart." Mach says softly.
KK holds Mach's hands weakly, touched by Mach's declaration. "Ok, make sure you take good care of me from now on. Don't ditch me like what you did the last time." Mach looks at KK lovingly and says with teary eyes, "I swear I will love you with all my heart and soul. I will always be with you."
Zee wanders around the streets aimlessly, he couldn't understand why had Mach made him an idiot to wait in vain for Mica. He hates Mach for failing to acknowledge him, he has never been rejected and to be sidelined by Mach, Zee feels extremely hurt.
Zee crosses the road without looking at the traffic and suddenly a screech awakens Zee and the next thing he knows, he is hit by an oncoming vehicle and lost consciousness.
Mach is hugging the sound asleep KK when the phone rings, startling him. He picks it up, "Hello, is that Mr Mach?" Mach replies, "Yes, I am him. Who's that?" "I am calling from the hospital and we have a car accident patient by the name of Zee, are you his friend?"
"Yes, I am his colleague. Is he all right? Seriously injured? What happened?" Mach asks anxiously. "He is out of danger now but we need someone to come over to sign the documents for his admittance to the hospital." "Ok, I will be there in a short while." Mach says.
Issac switches on his mobile and tries calling Mach, Mach picks up, "Hello?" "Mach! I have been trying to contact you the whole day! Are you ok? Where is Zee? I am in Hong Kong now, where are you guys?"
"I am in the hospital now. Zee met with an accident yesterday and is still in a coma. KK is here as well." Mach says. Issac raises his voice, "What? Zee met with accident? Which hospital are you at?"
Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.
Written and Publish on Dec 12 2005, 10:37 PM
Issac is puzzled with Zee's sms, he has thought it was over between Zee and him. Though he is still very much in love with Zee, he knows that Zee has probably never been serious about him so the sms sent by Zee asking for reconciliation really surprises Issac.
Issac is also worried about Zee, he tries calling Zee's mobile but Zee is not picking up. He tries Mach's mobile and it is unreachable as well. The more he thinks about it, the more worried he gets. In the end, he calls up a travel agent and book the earliest flight to Hong Kong.
Mach rests KK on his bed gently and hurries to the bathroom to take a towel and wet it. He starts to cleanse the wounds on KK's body, causing KK to moan in pain. Mach could feel as if he is the one with the injuries when he is cleansing KK.
He mumbles to KK, "I am so sorry to have caused this. All I want is to protect you! But I can?t, I am so useless! I dare not tell you I like you and I am hard on you because I want you to be the cream of the crop but I have hurt you and destroyed you!"
KK says weakly, "What did you just say? Did you say you like me? Why?" "Yes, I like you, KK! I liked you since the first day we met! Your appearance caused ripples in my otherwise calm exterior. I love you!" Mach declares.
"But I slept with Issac, weren't you hopping mad then? Why do you love me?" KK asks. "I knew it wasn't your fault, what I did to you was wrong and foolish, I shouldn't have let you go. I should have made you stay by my side and let me love you with all my heart." Mach says softly.
KK holds Mach's hands weakly, touched by Mach's declaration. "Ok, make sure you take good care of me from now on. Don't ditch me like what you did the last time." Mach looks at KK lovingly and says with teary eyes, "I swear I will love you with all my heart and soul. I will always be with you."
Zee wanders around the streets aimlessly, he couldn't understand why had Mach made him an idiot to wait in vain for Mica. He hates Mach for failing to acknowledge him, he has never been rejected and to be sidelined by Mach, Zee feels extremely hurt.
Zee crosses the road without looking at the traffic and suddenly a screech awakens Zee and the next thing he knows, he is hit by an oncoming vehicle and lost consciousness.
Mach is hugging the sound asleep KK when the phone rings, startling him. He picks it up, "Hello, is that Mr Mach?" Mach replies, "Yes, I am him. Who's that?" "I am calling from the hospital and we have a car accident patient by the name of Zee, are you his friend?"
"Yes, I am his colleague. Is he all right? Seriously injured? What happened?" Mach asks anxiously. "He is out of danger now but we need someone to come over to sign the documents for his admittance to the hospital." "Ok, I will be there in a short while." Mach says.
Issac switches on his mobile and tries calling Mach, Mach picks up, "Hello?" "Mach! I have been trying to contact you the whole day! Are you ok? Where is Zee? I am in Hong Kong now, where are you guys?"
"I am in the hospital now. Zee met with an accident yesterday and is still in a coma. KK is here as well." Mach says. Issac raises his voice, "What? Zee met with accident? Which hospital are you at?"
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Friday, May 25, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 22)
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Written and Publish on Dec 11 2005, 10:21 PM
KK awakens a little after the tight slap, he tries to move but could not. He fails to see that he is being chained. His body feels weak and he doesn't have any strength to retaliate.
He slurs and pants, "Let me go. This is not what I planned. I feel horrible, set me free." Mica laughs, "You think I don't know what you have planned? I am not interested in the little show you have planned for me. I am a regular at this place, I can find out anything at my fingertips."
Mica forcefully pulls down KK's jeans, revealing a clean white pair of Calvin Klein brief. Mica spits on KK's crotch and growls, "Fucking bitch! You want to be clean? I will make sure you are covered with filth tonight!" Mica whips the leather belt onto KK's stomach and KK lets out a yelp.
Tears are flowing down KK's face uncontrollably, the pain is unbearable and KK feels the burning sensation on his taut stomach. He tries to talk and beg but no voice comes out from his mouth.
Mach throws some dollar bills to the driver when they reach dungeon, much to the driver's displeasure. The driver was cursing Mach when he gets off. Mach couldn't care less, he rushes into the main entrance and starts to shout for KK.
One of the staffs try to restrain Mach but is no match for the muscular Mach. Mach darts around the place to search for KK when he hears a familiar voice crying for help.
Mach follows the voice and makes his way to the underground dungeon, he is shocked to see what is in front of him. KK, who is handcuffed to the chains, is totally naked and Mica is whipping him mercilessly with a leather belt.
"Stop it! Let him go, Mica!" Mach orders. Mica looks at Mach and challenges, "You are here to see me perform? I didn't know you are in the scene as well. Where's your lover boy? Get him here and let's have some fun!"
"You sick bastard! Let KK goes! I mean it! Don't make me call the reporters here to do some coverage!" Mach threatens. Mica stares at Mach, "You don't dare to do that, don't forget I have not sign on the dotted line with you yet. You have everything to lose!"
"No! I have nothing to lose! Set KK free! I am willing to forego your business if you let him go otherwise I promise you I will call the reporters now!" Mica throws the belt towards Mach, who dodges from it, he walks towards Mach and hit Mach on his neck before walking away.
Mach, holding his sore neck, rushes over to release KK from the chains. His heart breaks looking at the injured KK. He whispers, "Hang in there. I am bringing you to the doctor now. Try to stay awake."
KK looks up at Mach and replies weakly, "No. I can't go to the doctor, I am drugged, and they will question me if we go to the doctor. Send me back to the hotel and apply some medication will do." Mach shakes his head and tears well up in his eyes.
Mach helps KK out of the cab when they reach Mach's hotel, KK's drunken state attracts some stares from the guests in the lobby but that does not concern Mach, all he wants to do is bring KK to safety.
Both of them fail to notice that Zee is standing at a corner, staring at them angrily. Zee clenches his fist and thinks, "You make me a fool, Mach! You were out happy with KK and made me wait in vain for Mica."
Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.
Written and Publish on Dec 11 2005, 10:21 PM
KK awakens a little after the tight slap, he tries to move but could not. He fails to see that he is being chained. His body feels weak and he doesn't have any strength to retaliate.
He slurs and pants, "Let me go. This is not what I planned. I feel horrible, set me free." Mica laughs, "You think I don't know what you have planned? I am not interested in the little show you have planned for me. I am a regular at this place, I can find out anything at my fingertips."
Mica forcefully pulls down KK's jeans, revealing a clean white pair of Calvin Klein brief. Mica spits on KK's crotch and growls, "Fucking bitch! You want to be clean? I will make sure you are covered with filth tonight!" Mica whips the leather belt onto KK's stomach and KK lets out a yelp.
Tears are flowing down KK's face uncontrollably, the pain is unbearable and KK feels the burning sensation on his taut stomach. He tries to talk and beg but no voice comes out from his mouth.
Mach throws some dollar bills to the driver when they reach dungeon, much to the driver's displeasure. The driver was cursing Mach when he gets off. Mach couldn't care less, he rushes into the main entrance and starts to shout for KK.
One of the staffs try to restrain Mach but is no match for the muscular Mach. Mach darts around the place to search for KK when he hears a familiar voice crying for help.
Mach follows the voice and makes his way to the underground dungeon, he is shocked to see what is in front of him. KK, who is handcuffed to the chains, is totally naked and Mica is whipping him mercilessly with a leather belt.
"Stop it! Let him go, Mica!" Mach orders. Mica looks at Mach and challenges, "You are here to see me perform? I didn't know you are in the scene as well. Where's your lover boy? Get him here and let's have some fun!"
"You sick bastard! Let KK goes! I mean it! Don't make me call the reporters here to do some coverage!" Mach threatens. Mica stares at Mach, "You don't dare to do that, don't forget I have not sign on the dotted line with you yet. You have everything to lose!"
"No! I have nothing to lose! Set KK free! I am willing to forego your business if you let him go otherwise I promise you I will call the reporters now!" Mica throws the belt towards Mach, who dodges from it, he walks towards Mach and hit Mach on his neck before walking away.
Mach, holding his sore neck, rushes over to release KK from the chains. His heart breaks looking at the injured KK. He whispers, "Hang in there. I am bringing you to the doctor now. Try to stay awake."
KK looks up at Mach and replies weakly, "No. I can't go to the doctor, I am drugged, and they will question me if we go to the doctor. Send me back to the hotel and apply some medication will do." Mach shakes his head and tears well up in his eyes.
Mach helps KK out of the cab when they reach Mach's hotel, KK's drunken state attracts some stares from the guests in the lobby but that does not concern Mach, all he wants to do is bring KK to safety.
Both of them fail to notice that Zee is standing at a corner, staring at them angrily. Zee clenches his fist and thinks, "You make me a fool, Mach! You were out happy with KK and made me wait in vain for Mica."
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Thursday, May 24, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 21)
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Written and Publish on Dec 10 2005, 11:21 PM
Mach drops his phone, he is shocked to learn that KK is in Hong Kong as well and is targeting the same deal. He knows Mica's preferences from associates in the same industry, Mica is a well known SM pervert who is into torturing.
He has wanted to teach Zee a lesson by getting him to serve Mica so that Zee will know how tough it is to get a footing in this business but he never expects KK to get himself in deep trouble as well. Mach grabs his jacket and rushes out of his room.
Zee presses the door bell to Mica's room and waits anxiously, he could feel his heartbeat thumping so loud that it can be heard in the quiet corridor. After waiting for a minute, he presses the doorbell again. No one answers.
Mach waits impatiently at the taxi stand, no cabs are in sight. He dials the number of KK's mobile and it gets through. "Hello?" comes the reply. "KK! Where are you now? Don't go with Mica! You will not be able to get out of the trouble!" shouts Mach.
KK takes a deep breathe and says, "Mach, I am no longer your employee, I don't answer to you. I know Mica's preferences and I am confident of clinching the deal tonight. I will win you this time. In fact, Mica is picking me up now and we are going to the dungeon, which is his favourite. Bet you didn't know this."
Mach finally manages to flag down a cab and continues, "KK, I know Mica. He is a well known pervert in the SM circle, and he has no intention of just going for your plan. He is targeting you! Leave now before it is too late!"
KK snorts, "Is that the best excuse you can come up with, Mach? Why would you be concerned with my safety? You only think of yourself! You expect me to believe you? Damn you! I am going to beat you flat this time."
Before Mach can continue, KK has hung up the call. Mach directs the driver to head straight to the dungeon while KK gets on Mica's Porsche. Mica starts to touch KK once he gets in the car and KK fends off strategically, "No hurry, Mica! You will enjoy when we are at the dungeon later, I have planned a great show for you."
Mica thinks to himself, "Bitch! I am not interested in your show! All I want is to get you. You think you planned a show? I have made sure your show doesn't happen and I get my way later when we reach the dungeon. I will let your worst nightmare comes true and gives you what you begged for!"
When Mica pulls his Porsche up the parking lot, he leads the way to the dungeon, much to KK's surprise. KK has expected Mica to be more passive and secretive but Mica seems very much familiar with the surroundings.
Mica orders a drink for KK and forces him to gulp fully the contents, KK has wanted to resist but decided against it, thinking that the drink is no big deal. He thinks as long as he finishes the drink, he can get the show to start and it will divert Mica's attention.
After a few minutes, KK feels his head spinning and the same deja-vu feelings came back to him. He knows he has been drugged and Mica has stood up and grabbed him by the collar, "Bitch! You are going to get it from me!" growls Mica.
Mica tears KK's shirt and handcuffed him to the chains, he gives KK a tight slap on the face, reddening his face. "Slut! Try to seduce me?" Mica shouts.
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Written and Publish on Dec 10 2005, 11:21 PM
Mach drops his phone, he is shocked to learn that KK is in Hong Kong as well and is targeting the same deal. He knows Mica's preferences from associates in the same industry, Mica is a well known SM pervert who is into torturing.
He has wanted to teach Zee a lesson by getting him to serve Mica so that Zee will know how tough it is to get a footing in this business but he never expects KK to get himself in deep trouble as well. Mach grabs his jacket and rushes out of his room.
Zee presses the door bell to Mica's room and waits anxiously, he could feel his heartbeat thumping so loud that it can be heard in the quiet corridor. After waiting for a minute, he presses the doorbell again. No one answers.
Mach waits impatiently at the taxi stand, no cabs are in sight. He dials the number of KK's mobile and it gets through. "Hello?" comes the reply. "KK! Where are you now? Don't go with Mica! You will not be able to get out of the trouble!" shouts Mach.
KK takes a deep breathe and says, "Mach, I am no longer your employee, I don't answer to you. I know Mica's preferences and I am confident of clinching the deal tonight. I will win you this time. In fact, Mica is picking me up now and we are going to the dungeon, which is his favourite. Bet you didn't know this."
Mach finally manages to flag down a cab and continues, "KK, I know Mica. He is a well known pervert in the SM circle, and he has no intention of just going for your plan. He is targeting you! Leave now before it is too late!"
KK snorts, "Is that the best excuse you can come up with, Mach? Why would you be concerned with my safety? You only think of yourself! You expect me to believe you? Damn you! I am going to beat you flat this time."
Before Mach can continue, KK has hung up the call. Mach directs the driver to head straight to the dungeon while KK gets on Mica's Porsche. Mica starts to touch KK once he gets in the car and KK fends off strategically, "No hurry, Mica! You will enjoy when we are at the dungeon later, I have planned a great show for you."
Mica thinks to himself, "Bitch! I am not interested in your show! All I want is to get you. You think you planned a show? I have made sure your show doesn't happen and I get my way later when we reach the dungeon. I will let your worst nightmare comes true and gives you what you begged for!"
When Mica pulls his Porsche up the parking lot, he leads the way to the dungeon, much to KK's surprise. KK has expected Mica to be more passive and secretive but Mica seems very much familiar with the surroundings.
Mica orders a drink for KK and forces him to gulp fully the contents, KK has wanted to resist but decided against it, thinking that the drink is no big deal. He thinks as long as he finishes the drink, he can get the show to start and it will divert Mica's attention.
After a few minutes, KK feels his head spinning and the same deja-vu feelings came back to him. He knows he has been drugged and Mica has stood up and grabbed him by the collar, "Bitch! You are going to get it from me!" growls Mica.
Mica tears KK's shirt and handcuffed him to the chains, he gives KK a tight slap on the face, reddening his face. "Slut! Try to seduce me?" Mica shouts.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 20)
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Written and Publish on Dec 10 2005, 01:24 AM
Coming out of the bathroom naked, Mach looks at his muscular body in the mirror. He knows that his build and looks are rare to come by for a man in their forties. He has advances from males and females, especially in this business where he often gets offers to hop into bed with the rich and powerful.
Mach has resisted all these temptations and even offered to take care of Charlyn financially in order to cover the fact that he is gay. He feels that he needs to uphold the integrity of an elder sibling and refuses his peers or competitors to have the chance to attack his morality as a homosexual.
He refrains from having sex with males, indulging in the man-to-man sex occasionally when he is overseas. Though he isn't really turned on by caucasians, he normally pays for anonymous sex in Europe, knowing that he will not be spotted in that region.
Mach, caressing himself, sees flashes of KK in his head. He has fallen for KK since the day he walked in the office for interview with Issac and Zee. He is attracted to the manly silent character of KK and after getting him to work with him personally, he is even more infatuated with KK for his self-righteous and matured mentality.
He realizes he is having a raging hardon and he tries to shake off the images of KK, he picks up the phone and calls Zee, "Zee, you now have the chance to prove yourself. Dress up casually and head over to Mica's hotel later. I can see the lust in his eyes for you."
"What? You want me to offer my body to him to get the deal? Are you sure, Mach? You are not joking, right?" Zee asks. "No, I am not kidding. This is the business world and you have to do what you need to." Mach replies coldly.
Zee takes a cold shower after hanging up the phone, he is puzzled and angry with Mach. He couldn't understand why would Mach need to resort to such tactics to clinch the deal and he is angry at Mach for suggesting that he gives his body for client's pleasure.
Zee knows he is an attractive young man, his skin is supple and smooth, not a single blemish can be found on his face. He is always the outstanding one in school in terms of looks, he was even chosen to head a television commercial about career in army when he was serving his national duty.
Zee knows how to make use of his looks to work things to his favour and he is intent to impress Mach and clinch the deal so he is getting ready for Mica, cleaning and cleansing himself thoroughly, he sprays on his favourite Issey Miyake and put on an assemble of youthful but sexy wear.
Zee hops on a cab to go over to Mica's hotel, his heart is pumping hard. He has never done sex for favour before, at least not to a complete stranger. On his journey, he smses Issac and tells him that he was sorry for what he had done and wants to reconcile with Issac when he is back in Singapore.
Mach calls Mica on his mobile, "Mica, I am getting Zee over to invite you for a drink. You guys go and enjoy yourself, Zee is free tonight and will keep you company. Feel free to go with the flow."
Mica replies, "That's very nice of you, Mach! I am indeed impressed with Zee and would love to spend some quality time with him but alas, not tonight. I am meeting someone else and I am going to screw that bitch!"
Mach seems surprised and asks, "Who is the bitch? Zee is already on his way. Where are you heading?" "Picking KK up." comes Mica curt reply.
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Written and Publish on Dec 10 2005, 01:24 AM
Coming out of the bathroom naked, Mach looks at his muscular body in the mirror. He knows that his build and looks are rare to come by for a man in their forties. He has advances from males and females, especially in this business where he often gets offers to hop into bed with the rich and powerful.
Mach has resisted all these temptations and even offered to take care of Charlyn financially in order to cover the fact that he is gay. He feels that he needs to uphold the integrity of an elder sibling and refuses his peers or competitors to have the chance to attack his morality as a homosexual.
He refrains from having sex with males, indulging in the man-to-man sex occasionally when he is overseas. Though he isn't really turned on by caucasians, he normally pays for anonymous sex in Europe, knowing that he will not be spotted in that region.
Mach, caressing himself, sees flashes of KK in his head. He has fallen for KK since the day he walked in the office for interview with Issac and Zee. He is attracted to the manly silent character of KK and after getting him to work with him personally, he is even more infatuated with KK for his self-righteous and matured mentality.
He realizes he is having a raging hardon and he tries to shake off the images of KK, he picks up the phone and calls Zee, "Zee, you now have the chance to prove yourself. Dress up casually and head over to Mica's hotel later. I can see the lust in his eyes for you."
"What? You want me to offer my body to him to get the deal? Are you sure, Mach? You are not joking, right?" Zee asks. "No, I am not kidding. This is the business world and you have to do what you need to." Mach replies coldly.
Zee takes a cold shower after hanging up the phone, he is puzzled and angry with Mach. He couldn't understand why would Mach need to resort to such tactics to clinch the deal and he is angry at Mach for suggesting that he gives his body for client's pleasure.
Zee knows he is an attractive young man, his skin is supple and smooth, not a single blemish can be found on his face. He is always the outstanding one in school in terms of looks, he was even chosen to head a television commercial about career in army when he was serving his national duty.
Zee knows how to make use of his looks to work things to his favour and he is intent to impress Mach and clinch the deal so he is getting ready for Mica, cleaning and cleansing himself thoroughly, he sprays on his favourite Issey Miyake and put on an assemble of youthful but sexy wear.
Zee hops on a cab to go over to Mica's hotel, his heart is pumping hard. He has never done sex for favour before, at least not to a complete stranger. On his journey, he smses Issac and tells him that he was sorry for what he had done and wants to reconcile with Issac when he is back in Singapore.
Mach calls Mica on his mobile, "Mica, I am getting Zee over to invite you for a drink. You guys go and enjoy yourself, Zee is free tonight and will keep you company. Feel free to go with the flow."
Mica replies, "That's very nice of you, Mach! I am indeed impressed with Zee and would love to spend some quality time with him but alas, not tonight. I am meeting someone else and I am going to screw that bitch!"
Mach seems surprised and asks, "Who is the bitch? Zee is already on his way. Where are you heading?" "Picking KK up." comes Mica curt reply.
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 19)
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Written and Publish on Dec 8 2005, 12:11 AM
Both Mach and Zee boarded the flight, oblivious to the fact that KK is taking the same flight. KK catches a glimpse of the duo when he boards the plane and immediately dodges from their view.
Mach and Zee stay at the same hotel but different floor and Zee is taking offense that Mach doesn't respect him as his co-worker. He vows to impress the clients with his trip here and wants Mach to acknowledge his presence. He knows he wanted recognition from Mach badly.
On the other hand, KK has met up with the private investigator immediately after touching down. He looks pleased when he took over the files and think to himself, "I am going to show Mach and Zee what I am capable of. I am just as good, if not better, than both of them. I want them to admit defeat this round."
Mach and Zee are the first to meet up with Mica Scarlett, the Managing Director of the firm which is going to be listed in the Singapore Exchange. They got down to business immediately after saying hellos. Zee is a little overwhelmed by the whirlwind process.
Throughout the presentation, Zee is busy with the powerpoint slides and fails to notice the attention he is getting from Mica but Mach realizes the sexual tension from Mica and smiles, he tells himself, "This one is in the bag."
When they are done with the presentation, Mach says, "Mica, thank you so much for your time. Let's go for a drink later tonight. Just to chill, what say you?" Mica answers, "Call me later to confirm, I have to meet someone else soon."
KK makes his way to Mica's office an hour later and misses Mach and Zee. Armed with information he digs about Mica, KK feels confident and breezes through the presentation. Before he switches off his laptop, he casually asks, "I heard you are meeting other agencies as well, my guess Mach is here as well?"
Mica looks at KK interestingly and quips, "You sure do your homework about your competitors and yes, Mach just presented his proposal to me earlier and let's says I am impressed with both of you right now."
KK flashes his pearlies and inches closer to Mica, he whispers, "I have some interesting plans for you tonight and I know you will like it definitely. Shall I pick you up later?"
Mica looks at KK closely, admiring the manly features and he is indeed aroused. He smiles, "Mach is also asking me out tonight and I think he knows my interests just as well. So what makes you think your plan will catch my attention more?"
"You don't have to turn down Mach's invitation. You just merely stand him up later. If you don't like what I have planned for you later, you can always call up Mach and rearranged. He will be more than pleased to do that. You have nothing to lose." KK challenges.
"Yes, I have nothing to lose indeed. I might be only here in Hong Kong for less than a year but I am still a prominent figure in this business. I have to watch what I do to avoid unnecessary publicity. So what are you willing to wedge on to prove to me you are confident of your plan?" Mica asks with a smile.
"If you don't like what I have planned, I will work down the charges for my proposal to your comfort level, with no objections. So is that good enough?" KK smiles confidently.
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Written and Publish on Dec 8 2005, 12:11 AM
Both Mach and Zee boarded the flight, oblivious to the fact that KK is taking the same flight. KK catches a glimpse of the duo when he boards the plane and immediately dodges from their view.
Mach and Zee stay at the same hotel but different floor and Zee is taking offense that Mach doesn't respect him as his co-worker. He vows to impress the clients with his trip here and wants Mach to acknowledge his presence. He knows he wanted recognition from Mach badly.
On the other hand, KK has met up with the private investigator immediately after touching down. He looks pleased when he took over the files and think to himself, "I am going to show Mach and Zee what I am capable of. I am just as good, if not better, than both of them. I want them to admit defeat this round."
Mach and Zee are the first to meet up with Mica Scarlett, the Managing Director of the firm which is going to be listed in the Singapore Exchange. They got down to business immediately after saying hellos. Zee is a little overwhelmed by the whirlwind process.
Throughout the presentation, Zee is busy with the powerpoint slides and fails to notice the attention he is getting from Mica but Mach realizes the sexual tension from Mica and smiles, he tells himself, "This one is in the bag."
When they are done with the presentation, Mach says, "Mica, thank you so much for your time. Let's go for a drink later tonight. Just to chill, what say you?" Mica answers, "Call me later to confirm, I have to meet someone else soon."
KK makes his way to Mica's office an hour later and misses Mach and Zee. Armed with information he digs about Mica, KK feels confident and breezes through the presentation. Before he switches off his laptop, he casually asks, "I heard you are meeting other agencies as well, my guess Mach is here as well?"
Mica looks at KK interestingly and quips, "You sure do your homework about your competitors and yes, Mach just presented his proposal to me earlier and let's says I am impressed with both of you right now."
KK flashes his pearlies and inches closer to Mica, he whispers, "I have some interesting plans for you tonight and I know you will like it definitely. Shall I pick you up later?"
Mica looks at KK closely, admiring the manly features and he is indeed aroused. He smiles, "Mach is also asking me out tonight and I think he knows my interests just as well. So what makes you think your plan will catch my attention more?"
"You don't have to turn down Mach's invitation. You just merely stand him up later. If you don't like what I have planned for you later, you can always call up Mach and rearranged. He will be more than pleased to do that. You have nothing to lose." KK challenges.
"Yes, I have nothing to lose indeed. I might be only here in Hong Kong for less than a year but I am still a prominent figure in this business. I have to watch what I do to avoid unnecessary publicity. So what are you willing to wedge on to prove to me you are confident of your plan?" Mica asks with a smile.
"If you don't like what I have planned, I will work down the charges for my proposal to your comfort level, with no objections. So is that good enough?" KK smiles confidently.
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Monday, May 21, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 18)
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Written and Publish on Dec 6 2005, 09:22 PM
Issac is packing his luggage when Mach walks into his room, "Are you done? Ready for the big challenge when we reach Hong Kong tomorrow? I will arrange for you to meet some of our clients there. It will be a great exposure for you."
Issac stops packing and asks, "Mach, you know KK and I were set up that night, right?" Mach sits on the edge of the bed and nods. Issac continues, "Then why do you still blame KK? He was a victim as well."
"You were the victim, Issac. You were betrayed by your own boyfriend! And you are concerned about how I handled KK?" Issac replies, "I understand why Zee did that, he just wanted more chances to work with you and go far in his career."
"But KK is innocent and he has been a great help to you, isn't he?" Issac continues. "Yes, he was a great help and a wonderful employee but I was so disgusted when I saw him making out with you!" Mach answers.
"Mach, you are perfectly fine with my relationship with Zee but you are so offended with KK. What's wrong?" Issac asks softly. Mach keeps quiet and gets up to leave when Issac says, "You like KK, don't you? It hurts you to see the man you like sleeping with your own brother, am I right?"
Mach doesn't answer Issac and walks out of his room. Issac just sits there, staring into space when the phone rings. "Hello? Issac?" queries the voice over the other side, its Zee's voice.
Issac sits up straight, heart thumping fast, Zee has not called him since that night and they have not been talking. Zee continues on the phone, "Why does Mach dislikes me so much? Are my working abilities that undesirable?"
Issac's heart sinks, he lets out a cold laugh and keeps quiet, allowing Zee to continue his grumbling. After a long while, Issac says, "Meet Mach at the airport tomorrow morning. Bring your passport and luggage along." and hangs up the phone.
The next morning, Mach wakes up and sees a note on his table, "I will meet you at the airport. Issac" Mach shakes his head and washes up, getting ready to leave for the airport.
When Mach reaches the airport, he couldn't find Issac and calls him on his cell phone, "I am not going with you, Mach. I have asked Zee to meet you at the airport and goes Hong Kong with you. Gives him a chance to prove himself, please Mach?"
Mach hangs up his phone angrily and sees Zee just in time, he walks over and tells Zee flatly, "You lucky bastard! Issac is willing to give up all these just for you. Don't you screw up, I tell you! Otherwise, be prepared to tender your resignation when you are back!"
Zee doesn't answer back, he thought to himself, "I will not allow that to happen. I will prove to you that my abilities are better than KK and Issac. I will ensure you eat the humble pie when we are back. I will close those deals and make sure you suck up to me in the future!"
At the other side of the entrance, KK checks in his luggage and reminds Chunni, "Remember what I told you. I want that private investigator to give me what I asked for when I touches down Hong Kong."
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Written and Publish on Dec 6 2005, 09:22 PM
Issac is packing his luggage when Mach walks into his room, "Are you done? Ready for the big challenge when we reach Hong Kong tomorrow? I will arrange for you to meet some of our clients there. It will be a great exposure for you."
Issac stops packing and asks, "Mach, you know KK and I were set up that night, right?" Mach sits on the edge of the bed and nods. Issac continues, "Then why do you still blame KK? He was a victim as well."
"You were the victim, Issac. You were betrayed by your own boyfriend! And you are concerned about how I handled KK?" Issac replies, "I understand why Zee did that, he just wanted more chances to work with you and go far in his career."
"But KK is innocent and he has been a great help to you, isn't he?" Issac continues. "Yes, he was a great help and a wonderful employee but I was so disgusted when I saw him making out with you!" Mach answers.
"Mach, you are perfectly fine with my relationship with Zee but you are so offended with KK. What's wrong?" Issac asks softly. Mach keeps quiet and gets up to leave when Issac says, "You like KK, don't you? It hurts you to see the man you like sleeping with your own brother, am I right?"
Mach doesn't answer Issac and walks out of his room. Issac just sits there, staring into space when the phone rings. "Hello? Issac?" queries the voice over the other side, its Zee's voice.
Issac sits up straight, heart thumping fast, Zee has not called him since that night and they have not been talking. Zee continues on the phone, "Why does Mach dislikes me so much? Are my working abilities that undesirable?"
Issac's heart sinks, he lets out a cold laugh and keeps quiet, allowing Zee to continue his grumbling. After a long while, Issac says, "Meet Mach at the airport tomorrow morning. Bring your passport and luggage along." and hangs up the phone.
The next morning, Mach wakes up and sees a note on his table, "I will meet you at the airport. Issac" Mach shakes his head and washes up, getting ready to leave for the airport.
When Mach reaches the airport, he couldn't find Issac and calls him on his cell phone, "I am not going with you, Mach. I have asked Zee to meet you at the airport and goes Hong Kong with you. Gives him a chance to prove himself, please Mach?"
Mach hangs up his phone angrily and sees Zee just in time, he walks over and tells Zee flatly, "You lucky bastard! Issac is willing to give up all these just for you. Don't you screw up, I tell you! Otherwise, be prepared to tender your resignation when you are back!"
Zee doesn't answer back, he thought to himself, "I will not allow that to happen. I will prove to you that my abilities are better than KK and Issac. I will ensure you eat the humble pie when we are back. I will close those deals and make sure you suck up to me in the future!"
At the other side of the entrance, KK checks in his luggage and reminds Chunni, "Remember what I told you. I want that private investigator to give me what I asked for when I touches down Hong Kong."
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 17)
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Written and Publish on Dec 6 2005, 12:33 AM
KK looks at Chunni and realizes that he has never notices her attentively. She has always been the secretary who gets scolding and temperaments from Mach and knocks off work on the dot, suddenly now, she too schemes for exposure.
He nods his head and replies, "Chunni, I don't think it's ethical for us to do that. If you need someone, go to Zee, he will jump at the opportunity." Chunni replies, "Zee? He doesn't have the network and connection with the new clients you have, he is only servicing our existing clients which are so low profile."
"He is not my choice, KK, you don't have to reply me now. Think it over tonight. You will know what I mean in time to come about how your career will pan out here after falling out of Mach's favour. He is not a man to be trifled with, once you offended him, you are not going anywhere as long as you are under his jurisdiction."
Zee refuses to brief KK on his new role and that angers KK, he demands, "Zee, what has I done wrong to you? Why did you want to set me up last night?" Zee looks at him coldly and replies, "You have fallen from grace, KK. Don't talk to me as if you are the boss!"
KK feels his anger bottles up and continues, "How could you do this to your own friend? Even if you don't treat me as your friend, why are you doing the same thing to your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend? You know Issac is my boyfriend, eh? Then why do you still leer after him? Is that what a friend should do? Don't come and show me what integrity is when you are leering after your friend's boyfriend. You just wanted to bed Issac badly and I merely materialized your dream, you should thank me instead!"
"How could you do that to your own boyfriend? You are such a bastard! I regret knowing you as a friend." KK says, holding his temper. "Don't bother! I never see you as a friend either. You have gotten what you hoped for so fuck off!" Zee ordered.
The rest of the day goes badly for KK, he is being tasked to do binding and photocopying of documents by Mach and Zee. He tries to talk to Issac but Issac refuses to talk to anyone and just keeps to himself.
Three days later, KK decides to take up Chunni's proposition and both tender their resignations together. Mach is extremely displeased and didn't bother to ask both of them to reconsider, he even shouted at them to get lost.
KK, not able to control his temper, shouts back, "Mach, mark my words. You will not see the end of me yet, I will show you what I am capable of. I will make sure you regret your decision!"
After coming out of Mach's office, KK walks over to Zee and says, "I will let you know no matter what underhand methods you used to get me out of here, will only spur me on to greater things. I will repay you what you had done to me."
KK starts to pack up his table and is about to leave when Issac walks over to him, "KK, I am sorry this has happened. If it is not because of me, you wouldn't have to leave."
KK shakes his head, "No, you do not need to apologize on Zee's behalf. Zee is not the kind of person you will be happy with. Listen to me, don't sink deeper into this relationship and hurt yourself. I treasure our friendship greatly so I don't want to see you get hurt. If you need a friend, I am always free."
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Written and Publish on Dec 6 2005, 12:33 AM
KK looks at Chunni and realizes that he has never notices her attentively. She has always been the secretary who gets scolding and temperaments from Mach and knocks off work on the dot, suddenly now, she too schemes for exposure.
He nods his head and replies, "Chunni, I don't think it's ethical for us to do that. If you need someone, go to Zee, he will jump at the opportunity." Chunni replies, "Zee? He doesn't have the network and connection with the new clients you have, he is only servicing our existing clients which are so low profile."
"He is not my choice, KK, you don't have to reply me now. Think it over tonight. You will know what I mean in time to come about how your career will pan out here after falling out of Mach's favour. He is not a man to be trifled with, once you offended him, you are not going anywhere as long as you are under his jurisdiction."
Zee refuses to brief KK on his new role and that angers KK, he demands, "Zee, what has I done wrong to you? Why did you want to set me up last night?" Zee looks at him coldly and replies, "You have fallen from grace, KK. Don't talk to me as if you are the boss!"
KK feels his anger bottles up and continues, "How could you do this to your own friend? Even if you don't treat me as your friend, why are you doing the same thing to your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend? You know Issac is my boyfriend, eh? Then why do you still leer after him? Is that what a friend should do? Don't come and show me what integrity is when you are leering after your friend's boyfriend. You just wanted to bed Issac badly and I merely materialized your dream, you should thank me instead!"
"How could you do that to your own boyfriend? You are such a bastard! I regret knowing you as a friend." KK says, holding his temper. "Don't bother! I never see you as a friend either. You have gotten what you hoped for so fuck off!" Zee ordered.
The rest of the day goes badly for KK, he is being tasked to do binding and photocopying of documents by Mach and Zee. He tries to talk to Issac but Issac refuses to talk to anyone and just keeps to himself.
Three days later, KK decides to take up Chunni's proposition and both tender their resignations together. Mach is extremely displeased and didn't bother to ask both of them to reconsider, he even shouted at them to get lost.
KK, not able to control his temper, shouts back, "Mach, mark my words. You will not see the end of me yet, I will show you what I am capable of. I will make sure you regret your decision!"
After coming out of Mach's office, KK walks over to Zee and says, "I will let you know no matter what underhand methods you used to get me out of here, will only spur me on to greater things. I will repay you what you had done to me."
KK starts to pack up his table and is about to leave when Issac walks over to him, "KK, I am sorry this has happened. If it is not because of me, you wouldn't have to leave."
KK shakes his head, "No, you do not need to apologize on Zee's behalf. Zee is not the kind of person you will be happy with. Listen to me, don't sink deeper into this relationship and hurt yourself. I treasure our friendship greatly so I don't want to see you get hurt. If you need a friend, I am always free."
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Saturday, May 19, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 16)
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Written and Publish on Dec 4 2005, 04:36 PM
Mach reaches the office together with Issac the next morning and Issac still looks lethargic. On his way to his office, Mach calls out to Chunni to follow him in. Once out of the office, Chunni gets the three guys to see Mach in his office.
In front of Chunni, Mach lays out his new shuffling of duties, he says, "KK, hands over all your accounts to Issac with immediate effect, he will take over from you. Issac, you will pass those accounts under your care to KK and Zee will guide KK on the management of these accounts."
The new arrangement sends a jolt to all of them, including Chunni. Zee is shocked to learn that he is not the one replacing KK but Issac. He has hoped to be moving up the ranks after the scheme last night but it had not turned out the way he had hoped for.
KK, on the other hand, clenched his jaws and controlled his temper. He feels betrayed and maligned, he knows what had happened last night was a trap set by Zee but he doesn't want to create a scene in front of the unsuspicious Chunni.
Issac, who has been remaining quiet all these while, looks at Zee with a confused look. He is still thinking of last night, puzzled why Zee had wanted to do such a cruel thing to him. He could not fathom why Zee is willing to allow that to even happen.
When all four of them leave Mach's office, Zee storms off to the Gents, oblivious to the curious stare by Chunni. KK, still sore over the incident, looks at Issac apologetically and has wanted to walk over to him but Issac runs after Zee.
Issac follows Zee into the Gents and locked the door once inside, he questions, "Zee, why did you do that last night? What did you hope to achieve?" Zee looks at Issac coldly and replies, "Isn't it obvious? I needed an opportunity to destroy KK and I made use of it when the chance came last night."
"Destroy him? Why do you want to do that? Why make use of me too?" Issac raises his voice. Zee raises his, as well, "That bugger has everything going for him! His career is going places, he is building his network and here I am, only servicing existing clients who only complains!"
"I want to be out there on the level field, clinching deals and impress Mach, I want to move up the ranks and learn from Mach. But KK is getting all the attention and opportunities!" Zee continues in his angry voice.
"I want you to answer me honestly. Do you ever love me? Or do you sleep with me to get close to Mach? Do you feel regretful pushing me to another man just to achieve your aims?" Issac asks, teary-eyed.
"No, love is out of question for me. I am still so young, the world is such a huge place, I have not seen and played enough. I will not stop here for one single person. I don't love you, if you must know. But we had really enjoyable times in bed." Zee says coldly and leaves the Gents, leaving Issac weeping inside.
Chunni walks over to KK and asks softly, "I don't know what had happened but I know once you are out of Mach's favour, your career here is very much stalled. I have a proposition for you, keen to find out more?"
"Our competitor is offering me three fold increases in salary if I join them with one of our Associate Consultant and some contacts. I have you in mind, you want to consider? I have the contacts of our clients and we can snatch some of the existing clients over. Think it through and let me know tomorrow."
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Written and Publish on Dec 4 2005, 04:36 PM
Mach reaches the office together with Issac the next morning and Issac still looks lethargic. On his way to his office, Mach calls out to Chunni to follow him in. Once out of the office, Chunni gets the three guys to see Mach in his office.
In front of Chunni, Mach lays out his new shuffling of duties, he says, "KK, hands over all your accounts to Issac with immediate effect, he will take over from you. Issac, you will pass those accounts under your care to KK and Zee will guide KK on the management of these accounts."
The new arrangement sends a jolt to all of them, including Chunni. Zee is shocked to learn that he is not the one replacing KK but Issac. He has hoped to be moving up the ranks after the scheme last night but it had not turned out the way he had hoped for.
KK, on the other hand, clenched his jaws and controlled his temper. He feels betrayed and maligned, he knows what had happened last night was a trap set by Zee but he doesn't want to create a scene in front of the unsuspicious Chunni.
Issac, who has been remaining quiet all these while, looks at Zee with a confused look. He is still thinking of last night, puzzled why Zee had wanted to do such a cruel thing to him. He could not fathom why Zee is willing to allow that to even happen.
When all four of them leave Mach's office, Zee storms off to the Gents, oblivious to the curious stare by Chunni. KK, still sore over the incident, looks at Issac apologetically and has wanted to walk over to him but Issac runs after Zee.
Issac follows Zee into the Gents and locked the door once inside, he questions, "Zee, why did you do that last night? What did you hope to achieve?" Zee looks at Issac coldly and replies, "Isn't it obvious? I needed an opportunity to destroy KK and I made use of it when the chance came last night."
"Destroy him? Why do you want to do that? Why make use of me too?" Issac raises his voice. Zee raises his, as well, "That bugger has everything going for him! His career is going places, he is building his network and here I am, only servicing existing clients who only complains!"
"I want to be out there on the level field, clinching deals and impress Mach, I want to move up the ranks and learn from Mach. But KK is getting all the attention and opportunities!" Zee continues in his angry voice.
"I want you to answer me honestly. Do you ever love me? Or do you sleep with me to get close to Mach? Do you feel regretful pushing me to another man just to achieve your aims?" Issac asks, teary-eyed.
"No, love is out of question for me. I am still so young, the world is such a huge place, I have not seen and played enough. I will not stop here for one single person. I don't love you, if you must know. But we had really enjoyable times in bed." Zee says coldly and leaves the Gents, leaving Issac weeping inside.
Chunni walks over to KK and asks softly, "I don't know what had happened but I know once you are out of Mach's favour, your career here is very much stalled. I have a proposition for you, keen to find out more?"
"Our competitor is offering me three fold increases in salary if I join them with one of our Associate Consultant and some contacts. I have you in mind, you want to consider? I have the contacts of our clients and we can snatch some of the existing clients over. Think it through and let me know tomorrow."
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Friday, May 18, 2007
(Love Tales 3) Unconditional Love (Part 15)
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Written and Publish on Dec 3 2005, 09:09 PM
Zee looks at Mach teary-eyed, he stammers, "I..I...They are upstairs?I don't know why they are doing this to me..I..They?" Mach gets annoyed with Zee's nonsensical mumbling. He grabs Zee's hands and goes upstairs to their apartment.
When Mach opens the door to the apartment and sees clothing scatter all around the flat, he is already fuming mad. He storms straight to Issac's bedroom and open the door without knocking.
Mach stands at the doorway, open-jawed. He could not believe the sight in front of him. KK and Issac are both naked and kissing passionately on the bed, oblivious to the commotion they had caused.
Mach shouts, "What the fuck are both of you doing? Get the fuck out of the bed, KK!" Both KK and Issac open their sleepy eyes at Mach and continue caressing each other in front of Mach.
Mach storms over to KK, yank him out of the bed and give him a punch on the face, bruising KK immediately. KK wakes up from the protruding punch and says in a quiver voice, "What's that for?"
"That's for you fucking my brother in front of me! You bastard." Mach screams. He continues, "I thought you are very upright and a man of principals? What are you doing on Issac's bed? You fucker!"
KK tries to steady himself and rubs his sleepy eyes, he could not recall what had happened and could not fathom what Mach had said but he jolts a little when he sees Issac lying on the bed naked, moaning and panting.
"What's going on?" KK asks and then realizes that he is naked as well. He tries to grab for the pair of undies nearby but could not steady himself and falls to the floor.
"What the fuck?! What are both of you on? You look as if you are on drugs! Are you doing drugs with Issac?" Mach demands. KK feels that his head is getting heavier and aches badly, he screams, "Mother fucker! Just shut the fuck up!"
Mach stands there, looking at KK furiously and shouts, "Get the fuck out of my house now! I don't want to see you here. You fucker! Get out!" KK is still searching for his clothes on all fours, his giddiness is causing him nauseous.
Mach couldn't stand the sight and orders Zee, "Zee, get this fucker out of my sight now! And you leave as well, I need to talk to Issac now." Zee, pretending that he is still in shock, quickly helps KK up and drags him out to the living room.
After helping the drugged KK to put on his clothing, Zee helps KK out of the apartment, but once downstairs, Zee releases his hold on KK and allows him to slip and fall hard onto the concrete floors.
"You made me do this, KK. I have always disliked you for being such a perfect heterosexual. You have everything going for you and I have nothing! I am just as good as you, why should I be the one always being sidelined?" Zee sneers.
Zee continues, "I thought you are such a saint, maintaining a neutral stance to both sexes, never did I expect that you carry a torch for Issac, that lovelorn kid who is in love with me! You fucking idiot! But this creates such a perfect foil for me."
Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.
Written and Publish on Dec 3 2005, 09:09 PM
Zee looks at Mach teary-eyed, he stammers, "I..I...They are upstairs?I don't know why they are doing this to me..I..They?" Mach gets annoyed with Zee's nonsensical mumbling. He grabs Zee's hands and goes upstairs to their apartment.
When Mach opens the door to the apartment and sees clothing scatter all around the flat, he is already fuming mad. He storms straight to Issac's bedroom and open the door without knocking.
Mach stands at the doorway, open-jawed. He could not believe the sight in front of him. KK and Issac are both naked and kissing passionately on the bed, oblivious to the commotion they had caused.
Mach shouts, "What the fuck are both of you doing? Get the fuck out of the bed, KK!" Both KK and Issac open their sleepy eyes at Mach and continue caressing each other in front of Mach.
Mach storms over to KK, yank him out of the bed and give him a punch on the face, bruising KK immediately. KK wakes up from the protruding punch and says in a quiver voice, "What's that for?"
"That's for you fucking my brother in front of me! You bastard." Mach screams. He continues, "I thought you are very upright and a man of principals? What are you doing on Issac's bed? You fucker!"
KK tries to steady himself and rubs his sleepy eyes, he could not recall what had happened and could not fathom what Mach had said but he jolts a little when he sees Issac lying on the bed naked, moaning and panting.
"What's going on?" KK asks and then realizes that he is naked as well. He tries to grab for the pair of undies nearby but could not steady himself and falls to the floor.
"What the fuck?! What are both of you on? You look as if you are on drugs! Are you doing drugs with Issac?" Mach demands. KK feels that his head is getting heavier and aches badly, he screams, "Mother fucker! Just shut the fuck up!"
Mach stands there, looking at KK furiously and shouts, "Get the fuck out of my house now! I don't want to see you here. You fucker! Get out!" KK is still searching for his clothes on all fours, his giddiness is causing him nauseous.
Mach couldn't stand the sight and orders Zee, "Zee, get this fucker out of my sight now! And you leave as well, I need to talk to Issac now." Zee, pretending that he is still in shock, quickly helps KK up and drags him out to the living room.
After helping the drugged KK to put on his clothing, Zee helps KK out of the apartment, but once downstairs, Zee releases his hold on KK and allows him to slip and fall hard onto the concrete floors.
"You made me do this, KK. I have always disliked you for being such a perfect heterosexual. You have everything going for you and I have nothing! I am just as good as you, why should I be the one always being sidelined?" Zee sneers.
Zee continues, "I thought you are such a saint, maintaining a neutral stance to both sexes, never did I expect that you carry a torch for Issac, that lovelorn kid who is in love with me! You fucking idiot! But this creates such a perfect foil for me."
Exclaimer: I am not the writer to this exciting story. But I am proud to introduce a Beautiful Mind and Soul, Convan. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article on my blog.
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