She passed away
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Posted:Jun 18, 2008 1:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2009 10:27 am
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I looked at my last blog post, it was Feb 7, 2007. 7-2-7
I met her on 31-Dec-06.
We became friends. A bit more than friends. The line was drawn quite early on, and I've told her, there can be nothing more than a friend/lover relationship. She understood it perfectly, although at times, she seemed a bit mal-adjusted. Sometimes she would behave like a girlfriend would. Can't blame her, but she knows her boundaries.
I shared in her predicaments in life, and she confided in me. I lend her my listening ear, and, as I am a boring, logical person, I would often analyse situations for her and map out what is possible for her.
We had a fun & secretive life.
Feelings were explored. Positions too.
I can't remember when was it now, that she complained of vaginal bleeding, or periods that does not seem to end. She went for medications, medical check-ups, she said she had that kind of condition for a few years, came and went away.
She was hospitalised, I think around April.
Ovarian cancer. It would have been fatal if she had not fainted, which sent her to hospital.
Operation had her ovaries removed.
She was only 29.
She can never experience -bearing.
Would anyone marry a baren woman?
I counselled her.
Maybe God wants you to start your life all over again?
You've come back from the grave, and you can start your life afresh.
She cried, but in the end, she grit her teeth and lived on, putting on a brave front, even when her hair all dropped during chemo.
Hospital was almost her second home.
She was determined to get out of the ward in time for Phantom of the Opera, which I promised her.
In the several months later, after her several chemos, she got her strength back.
You can't tell she's sick, she's more bubbly than ever. There was a spark inside her, a beautiful soul beneath the decaying flesh.
We spent time together.
She said it was a weird feeling when we made love. Sort of a disconnect between her brain and the vagina. She could still orgasm. Not as powerfully as before, almost like a muffled scream. But she can still have pleasures.
Her hair was beginning to grow.
Little prickly pubic hair poking out like stubble.
She had sex with other friends when I was not free. She told me about it. I think she wanted me to be jealous. I was a bit, although I appeared nonchalant to her. She would get miffed that her ploy did not work, and she would look like this:
>.<
We spent Christmas together.
The view of Marina Bay was spectacular.
2008 came.
She bought me a Valentines gift.
I made up to her with a posh dinner.
Things were looking well and fine.
Until this year March, when her medical check-up revealed that she has to start chemo again.
She cried and cried when her just newly grown hair began to fall like autumn leaves.
This time the nausea and side effects seemed more severe.
She went in and out of hosital again.
End of March, she said,
"Let's spend time together."
It was a bit intense. I pumped her hard. She ached a bit later.
She actually meant,
"Let's spend time together (before I can't anymore)", but she did not complete her sentence.
I knew as much.
There was a tinge of... I won't say it's sadness, more like... bidding farewell to the setting evening sun as it casts the clouds crimson.
The operation was delayed.
We met again at end of April.
We snuggled close, the aircon was freezing.
"We can't even sleep like this once I have the operation." She said to the ceiling, "I will have a tube coming out of my heart, and a battery operated pump that pushes the chemo into me."
Only then did I realise the trauma and frustration she will feel, being cut open, and a tube poked into her, connected to a machine. She felt like a piece of meat, losing her control over her facilities.
I saw her in May, at the hospital, after the surgery.
She took it well.
She never for once cried in front of me, but she often groused and complained and teared in front of her mother.
Then her situation deteriorated.
She went into observation.
She came out, had new chemo.
Hair already gone.
Her kidneys couldn't detox in the first week of June. Stents were put in to ballon the veins, so that waste can pass through the kidneys.
She was discharged. Things were looking good.
Once the kidney problem is solved, she can continue her chemo.
I dismissed what her aunt said in the hospital, "Doctor said she has 2 weeks."
Last Friday I got an SMS:
"Doctor said she has 2 weeks but we didn't tell her that. U may want to visit her before it's too late."
My mind was blank. And I was done with flu.
The medication made me dizzy.
On Sunday, I was watching an internet video.
I saw the visitor counter:
0430187
I was engrossed.
Then from the corner of my eye I saw:
0430340
That was interesting,
Saturday when I was driving, when I looked at the clock in the car:
11:11
Something is not right, I've been seeing 11:11 again and again.
I've getting strange vibes.
Do you know the significance of
21.12.2012?
Another set of mirror-image numbers?
2112,1221,1111,4334?
When you look into a mirror, who is the real one?
Do you exist, is this life real, or is it a dream, or are you the dream of someone?
Or does the mirror image numbers say something about transition?
Passing from one side to another?
Like Alice through the looking glass?
Which side is weirder? Ours or beyond the mirror?
Monday SMS:
She has breathing difficulties, u better come soonest before it's too late.
I visited her on Tuesday, 17-6-08
Looked again at the SMS:
Ward 43
I also have a missed call from her. 11:09
I have seen my father's last moments drowning in neumonia, so I was prepared for the worst.
She looked ok, no oxygen mask, pale.
She was sitting upright in her bed, her eyes were closed, sleeping, every breath she took in, needed a huge effort, her shoulders heaved up with every intake, making a 'hhhrr' intake, 'sszz' exhale sound.
They woke her up, and left the room.
"All I want to say is," Each word took an extra effort to speak out. "I know I don't have much time left,"
I place my hand on her arm. It was cold and dry. I know such signs.
"Now that I have seen you," she had difficulty opening her eyes, I doubt she can see clearly. Her brain is so low on oxygen, that her mental state, although conscious, is bordering on the subliminal. "I can leave in peace."
She did hear me well, because she spoke louder, with more force than usual.
Much like a person talking loudly on the phone because he cannot hear the other person.
"I am glad you've come to see me. Now I can go."
The words uttered were icy cold, like her body.
She broke into a brief moment of slow chatter, something incoherent to me, then she went back to sleep.
I massaged her arm and said,
"You have a good rest, I'll visit you tomorrow."
I can't said the word Goodbye.
I was afraid she did not hear me, so I said it again. She moved, scratching her arm, but she did not look at me, or response, or made any gestures.
Now that I think back, I realised that she did not want to say Goodbye to me.
I walked away from her bed, I looked back, seeing her figure resting on her bed. I turned around, and before I walked out of the room, I turned around and looked at her a second time.
I did not know why I did that. I've never done that before. The second look lingered longer. It was as if I was waiting for her to call me, or answer me.
Finally, I walked out of the room, and out of her life.
I did not manage to see her today.
Something bothered me today.
4334 kept appearing in my head.
I remembered our times together.
I remembered a long ago friend.
When I reach home after work,
SMS:
"how r u?" - from the long ago friend.
"What business are you in now?" - from an acquaintence.
Phone call:
"Hey man, the number you asked me to buy for you, it struck starter prize!" - 4334
SMS:
"She passed away peacefully this morning."
18-6-08.
She went away without saying Goodbye.
If you have read this post until hear,
I thank you sincerely for allowing me to preserve some memories of her. One day, this place may be the only repository of her ever existed.
We came as dust molded into bodies, and back into dust we will go away, leaving nothing behind.
One day, I might think all these was a dream.
Or am I her dream? Did I died and not know it?
It is time that I should cry.
I feel like crying,
but tears won't flow.
-
ND,
19th June, 2008, 04:04am
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Somebody
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Posted:Feb 4, 2007 4:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2008 1:13 pm
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Radio playing our Song:
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I want SOMEBODY to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....
I want SOMEBODY who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want SOMEBODY
Who will put her arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....
- depeche mode
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It hit me very strongly the following:
"I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things"
Why did I fall into that?
I am not regretting it,
Just wishing now that I can occasionally
get away and breathe.
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3rd Meet
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Posted:Feb 3, 2007 7:24 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2007 4:34 am
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Can't say much about this meet, only 2 words:
Hotel
Quick
Nope, not what you think, nothing happened..... LOL
Just chatted.
Hugged.
Kissed. I liked the kissing part. 
Hugging was good too, feels so comforting and reassuring.
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Happy Monthiversary! My darling!
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Posted:Jan 31, 2007 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2007 8:35 am
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It's been only a month,
but it seems so long a time.
After you showed me your childhood photos,
I was shocked that I seemed to have seen you from somewhere.
Is it fate that our paths are destined to overlap?
"I am just enjoying the moment."
Yes, I understand.
I can't offer you much.
It's my deepest wish that you live a good life for yourself, not for anyone else.
It's my greatest desire to see that you are happy, whatever lies ahead.
If you only just remember the happy times we went through, my touches on your skin, my kisses on your lips, that is enough.
What will happen around the next bend on Life's Road, I cannot predict.
I just wish that whenever you think of the SMS I sent to you that brought the smile to your face and the warmth into your heart,
If you just remember that,
in the coming days and years,
as I crumble to dust,
If you just remember that,
and know how I felt for you,
that know that I sincerely meant it,
My life would not have been in vain.
HAPPY MONTHIVERSARY! My Love!
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2nd Meet
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Posted:Jan 31, 2007 12:46 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 10:4 am
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She comes riding on a whiff of wind,
and disappears in a trail of breeze
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I sms her:
"I am here, take your time, "
"Sorry did not know you are serious about meeting. I am wearing nothing significant, I am going back home to change, hence the lateness."
Time: 11:56am
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Flash back to earlier this week:
Mon:
"Noon at xxx or yyy"
I looked at the SMS time: 11:26am
I looked at my watch: 11:34am
I wished I could sprout wings.....
"Sorry, I can't make it, let's make it tomorrow noon."
I forgot that I have a Tuesday appt.
"Sorry let's make it Wednesday, you pick the place and time."
Tue:
"I will be around Holland V, do you prefer Holland V or xxx?"
Today, Wed:
"Holland V? I fancy jap food today, let's go to the conveyor belt one opposite Al Dente at noon."
I look at SMS time: 11:30am
I look at my watch: 11:36am
I wish I could sprout rockets.....
"Ok, see you there!"
"Oh, I didn't know you are serious in meeting, because you cancelled twice."
"I am, see you there. "
I activated my secret button on my belt and transformed into a silver cab.....
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I sat outside and waited.
I spent the time meaningfully by memorising the menu.
Soba. Otoro. Ebi. So desu.
My phone rang, I reached forward.....
before I could grab my phone,
a finger tapped on my back,
I turned around,
no one's there,
I turned back,
and someone is seated opposite me!
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She comes riding on a whiff of wind
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"Eric?" she smiled.
I fell off my chair.
Luckily my extra padding bounced me back to the seat.
To the untrained eye,
it happened so fast,
between the space of a blink,
hopefully no one noticed.
I shook the cobwebs from my brains,
and focused on the person sitting in front of me.
This is her?
I thought she's supposed to be.....
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Flash back to 2 weeks earlier:
"Hello, who sent me the SMS about abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz?"
"It's me, NthDimensions."
"Oh..... abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz"
"When are you free to meet?"
"abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz"
"Sat or Sun?"
"abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz"
"So, in that case, since you cannot, then 2 weeks later I can meet you for lunch."
"Oh good! Send me SMS when it's around the date, see you! cannot talk on the bus."
Later I told B about the meetup.
"I am meeting a Malay girl"
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I blinked hard.
Obviously my preconceptions were wrong.
"I thought you said that guy did not meet you because he thought you were not Chinese?
Not that I care what race a person is, just asking because I am curious."
"He thought I was Indian."
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Aside to the guy:
Man, you made a big BOO-BOO,
A BIGGGG BIGGGGGGG BOO-BOO
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These are from her profile:
Gender: Woman (check)
Marital Status: Single
Height: 157-158 cm (check)
Body Type: Slim/Petite (check)
Bra Size: 75 B (can't see, hidden by flowing scarf)
Hair Colour: Black (check, some previous signs of colouring)
Hair Length : Medium (check)
Eye Colour : Black (check, small almonds with pupils that sparkle like black pearls)
Glasses or Contacts : None (check)
Those who know me know that I am not into exterior beauty.
The body fails through time, and wrinkles appear, and exterior beauty fades.
I look into her eyes,
and if the eyes are the windows of the soul,
She is beautiful.
Can't help looking at those black pearls,
and her smiles that emanate warmth.
"I wondered about those lips of yours" She said
"Those are my lips on the profile, I wonder why people think those are woman's lips"
"You should take it as a compliment that you have sexy full lips."
"Do you want to try them?" I flirted,
She did not answer, but smiled instead.
She has a quirky way of catching you off-guard when you least expect it (luckily, now I handcuff myself to the chair):
Case#1:
The waitress came with the dishes.
"You took those off the conveyor belt right?" She smiled wickedly as if she caught someone dipping into the cookie jar.
The waitress thought uh-oh, and did not know whether to reply yes or no while extending her rubberised smile and beads of sweat appeared on her brow.
"Are you ok with that?" She asked me.
"Er, I'm ok, are you?"
"Ok la," She replied me. And she said to the waitress, "So you don't get to see a ugly Singaporean today." Again the smile from nether-world.
Case#2:
"I am really not interested in looks," I said. "After sometime, looks are gone, so I am more interested in intelligence, the heart."
"It's tiring to talk to bimbos."
"Yeah," I smiled. "It's like they don't know what you are saying, can't make conversation....."
"It's called verbal diarrhoea."
She said that while mixing the wasabi into the soya sauce, creating a runny goo that looks in fact like the green coloured excrement of a typhoid patient.
Luckily I was handcuffed.
She's sincere, charming, giggles like a little girl, warmer than the sun, radiates confidence, exuding intelligence.
Our conversations ran from
Food
Recycling
Fishery harvesting
Senior Sizzle
Her friends
Organic food
Cancer
Being vegetarian
Old sign board
My work place
Her work
My photographs
Her photographs
and my pointing out how to improve the picture composition.
one hour flew away
1.15pm, she got to leave.
"You really have to go?"
"Yes."
I stood to send her off,
she stood and came around to me,
her right hand on my shoulder,
tip toed and ready to give me a kiss,
I turned my head and just missed her lips,
"Just a kiss on the cheek!" she admonished.
She tried again,
I turned my head and caught her lips fleetingly brushed against mine.
She let go of my shoulder,
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and disappears in a trail of breeze
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I was dazed from the encounter.
The only evidence left with me to prove that it was not a dream, was the bill.
In my fuzzy memory,
I thought she wore a floral print translucent dress that did not hide her black panties.....
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Liaison III
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Posted:Jan 27, 2007 11:38 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2007 11:07 am
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I am seeing too much of this girl! 
Liaison was on a Tuesday.
Liaison II was on a Tuesday, one week later.
This latest episode was on a TUESDAY! AGAIN!, two weeks after the last encounter.
Never planned on a Must See Tuesday, it just happened that way.
Are the stars aligned more brightly on Tuesdays?
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I was feeling down and stressed due to the recent trauma I faced.
I called her, I told her I missed her.
"I want to hug you in bed,
just lying there,
chatting away,
feeling your warmth next to me,
enjoying your company."
She had a lunch appointment.
But she agreed to meet me after that.
A warmth in my heart coursed through my veins and arteries which immediately smoothed my unease for the day.
A few hours later, I met her.
The moment I see her, she's like a friend that I have known for ages, and smiled at her, and she began to list what she did, we chatted, our eyes met, our glances locked into a tango, flirting unspoken words. I was tempted to rip away her blouse and skirt and make hot love to her on the spot..... but alas! we were in a taxi.
We checked into the room.
I took off my shirt, my trousers, and was naked except for my chest hair and boxers.
She took off her blouse, revealing her bra cupping her bouncy milk containers (lovely ones I must say  and a deep cleavage.
"Go to sleep, dear, you are tired."
I jumped straight into bed, tucked myself in, gotten all ready and comfy,
"Won't you come in and lie down next to me?"
"It's ok, I will watch you sleep."
Duh.
(to be continued)
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Hot Damn!
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Posted:Jan 27, 2007 11:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2007 12:53 pm
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luckman76 has copy and pasted my profile intro onto his profile!
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I am your friend when you need a confidante.
I am your friend when you need support.
When you are lonely and need a warm body, allow me to fill your deep void with my warmth.
I am your friend emotionally and sexually.
I listen, and I will be there for you
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Oh my! Word for Word, Comma for Comma, Period for Period. LOL!
If plagiarism is the highest form of flattery, I bow to thee for acknowledging my handicraft!
LOL
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Should I or Shouldn't I?
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Posted:Jan 24, 2007 10:15 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2007 8:19 am
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I went to the MRT after I've met her.
The train came, I went in.
I was sitting at the corner, with the glass partition on my right-side. I picked up my book and began to read.
At the next stop, people came into the car.
There is an empty seat on my left.
I was reading my book.
I was a pair of jeans walking in, and sat on my left.
Immediately I was jolted from my reading.
I know it's a she, because I could smell the perfume.
Her hips were practically glued to mine.
Hm... I was thinking... nice sensation... my mind's racing into erotic mode, trying to 'feel' the woman's hips, and mentally stripping away the thick layer of jeans.
I didn't think much out of it.
It was a long train journey, so I fell asleep while reading my book.
I woke up after I don't know how long.
Now, in addition to feeling her hips through her jeans, now I can feel the length of her thigh, the side of her knee, the side of her calf.....
My heart was racing.
Is this? What is? Is this a hint?
I pretended to be still asleep and stole a glance from the corner of my left eye.
There seems to be a gap between where she was seated and the passenger on her left.
In the blur, she does not seem to be a very big woman.
She is sitting nearer to me than she has to.
She may have accidentally sat nearer to me than she has to, but..... she did not adjust her sitting position, and now her hip, thigh, knee and calf are touching my hip, thigh, knee, calf.
Is she thinking what I am thinking?
Is she curious too?
I have a feeling that she knows I am spying her way.
She glanced at me (I was still pretending to be asleep, head drooping), took in a long look, and glanced away.
Over the next 3 stops, she glanced another 2 times at me.
I kept perfectly still all this while, she also did not move any part of her hips or leg.
There was only one time, when she let out a yawn, unglued her leg from mine, stretched out her legs, I saw her sports sneakers, wiggled a bit of her feet, and.....
resumed the same position, leg touching mine. knee touching mine. calf touching mine.
What the!? Is she?.....
Should I chat her up?
What is happening here?
The train pulled up at the last stop.
She stood up, and walked slowly.... I could swear that she was intentionally walking very slowly..... she did not turn her head around..... I saw an average built woman, with rounded, not too big, hip, a white t-shirt that is a bit short, that revealed.... was it?..... a tattoo at the small of her back
I could almost sense the tension as she walked away..... was she waiting for me to follow her?
At that moment, I was really debating should I follow.....
Alas, I did not.....
Got to go work.....
Cannot afford to mess around.....
Until today I am wondering,
was that lost opportunity?
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Liaison II
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Posted:Jan 22, 2007 9:28 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 10:4 am
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It was exactly the 7th day after we've researched each other's body.
Missing her, I SMSed her.
I wanted to bring her to the garden, sweet-talk with her, and to hug her.
She is just so simply huggable!
I just can't get rid of the memory of her soft bosoms squeezed in-between our bodies.
I ordered a plate of food while waiting for her.
She came, she smiled at me in her quirky cute way, I smiled back at her,
"What?"
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I tucked into the food, I invited her to join in, she declined,
"Oh, I am so full, just now we had xxx, yyy, zzz, zyz, xyz, and zzx, she ordered another....."
My oh my! I wiped the sweat off my brow and made a mental mark not to invite her eating-machine-gf for dinner.
"Where do you want to go after this?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said,
"Anywhere..... where do you want to go?"
She thought intensively for a while and burped nonchalantly,
"Let's go to my house."
I fell off the chair,
and picked up my excited heart that skipped a beat, wiggling on the floor.
"Eh..... nobody at home?"
"My mom's there, silly!" She rubbed my head like toying with a . "But she's going out soon"
I felt a twinkle or wink inside her left eye, which is looking deeply into mine.
She shook my arm, and whined,
"Mmmmmm...... you want to go.... or not?"
YES! YES! YES! I DO!
She smiled at me, stood up, looked meaningfully into my eyes, and walked away.
I followed loyally behind.....
(to be continued)
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Hospital
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Posted:Jan 21, 2007 11:16 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2007 9:15 am
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She fell down on Monday, she slipped at an underpass.
Went for an x-ray, confirmed the scapula was broken.
11pm admitted to the hospital.
12midnight, did the admission paperwork.
1am, went for a brain CAT (Computed Axial Tomography) scan and confirmed no brain injuries.
2am, back to the ward.
3am, nurse checked BP (blood pressure).
4am, slept next to her on the bed.
5am, nurse checked BP, I woke. After nurse left, I slept on bed again.
6am, sister came in asking what breakfast she want.
7am, nurse checked BP.
8am, Dr came. Checked, diagnosed, said can be discharged.
9am, still waiting.
10am, paid bills, went for makan.
12noon, reach home.
2pm, cannot stay awake anymore, snoozed off.
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Friday.
12noon, admitted hospital.
2.30pm, she went into surgery room.
5pm, came out, she grimaced, eyes closed, trails of dried tears along her cheeks.
6pm, dinner. She can't eat, nausea. Cried of pain. Eyes still closed. Still dizzy.
7pm, dizzy. Nurse checked BP. Eyes still clenched tight. Pain.
8pm, fed her a bit of the SzeChuan veggie soup, small morsel of vegetarian duck. Eyes less tightly closed. Nausea. Can't eat more, feel like throwing up.
9pm, nurse checked BP. Eyes open, but sensitive to light, all lights were off. Nausea, complain of need to vomit.
10pm, I watched TV via earphone, she tried to sleep, cant due to the dizzy, twirling sensation inside her head. Nurse said it is side effect of pain-killer dripping into her veins.
11pm, nurse said I had to go back. She objected violently, "NOOO! I need him around". "OK, but if the other bed has patient, he will have to go outside."
12midnight, fed her hot water, wet her chapped lips.
1am, nurse checked BP. She complained of nausea, wants drip to stop.
2am, adjusted her arm carefully with a pillow to ease the discomfort. Gave her hot water.
3am, nurse checked BP. "The pain-killer is killing me, OFF it!". The drip was stopped.
4am, I woke up from dozing on the wooden half-back chair. Fucking pain in the back. Dozed off.
5am, Fed her hot water. "Lucky you are here, thank you." Hm. Went to sit on a high back chair. Dozed off.
6am, "Why the breakfast is not here?" I checked. Breakfast was brought in, fed her scrambled egg. No more appetite. She threw up.
7am, Nurse checked BP. Changed her dressing. Nausea.
8am, Dr said can discharge.
10am, still waiting for dischage note.
11am, settled bill, went back. Bought lunch.
12noon, nausea, cant eat. Her porridge left on table.
1pm, look in on her, sleeping and waking and sleeping, very dizzy.
3pm, adjusted her arm. I took a nap.
5pm, woke up, went out to buy dinner. Heat up her porridge.
6pm, she ate 2 spoon full, no appetite. Went back to bed.
9pm, she woke up crying of pain. "I want to die!". Gave her the medication and pain-killers.
10pm, pain. cried.
11pm, pain. Adjusted her arm to a more comfortable position.
12midnight, pain. cried.
1am, cried. I left the computer. "I need you." I laid next to her, she grasped my arm tightly.
3am, cried. Applied ointment on her temples.
5am, woke up. too tired, went back to sleep.
6am, woke up. Went back to sleep.
7am, went out to Bukit Timah.
11am, came back. Bought porridge for her lunch. She ate 1 spoonful. Nausea, no appetite.
12noon, she slept. Dizzy.
6pm, no appetite for dinner. Nausea.
8pm, cried. Pain. The pain-killer worn off, so the pain came back.
9pm, "I want to die! Pain-killer giving me nausea whole day, cannot eat, no appetite, dizzy. At nite, pain-killer worn off, pain in my shoulder surgery wound. I want to die! Either nausea whole day or pain whole night!"
11pm, "I am useless!
"I cant work, I am clumsy, I trouble you, waste your money, I am useless! What am I good for?"
"You cant think of yourself that way,
"You tidy and clean the house,
"You take care of the chores,
"You cook a fantastic meal,
"You make awesome cookies,
"You contribute to our household,
"So I can go out and work without worries,
"If it wont for you, why would I want to work so hard?
"If anything is to happen to you,
"What's the use of my working hard?
"If without your support,
"Whatever I do is meaningless."
Tears ebbed out of her eyes.
"So dont ever say you are useless anymore,
"Think more of how much you have contributed."
12midnight, it seemed that now she can better bear the pain, bite the bullet, mentally tolerate the pain.
1am, "Umm..." Adjusted her arm.
3am, "I think I'll take half the pill". Cut and gave her half of the pain-killer.
Now. Still at my computer.
Fri, Sat, Sun, now Monday. Probably gotten 8 hrs of sleep in these few days.
I have to go, have to wake up and get out of the house by 6.30am.
That's 3 hrs away.
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Posted:Jan 14, 2007 10:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2007 8:22 am
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(to those who asked me to post the next installment of this seemingly never-ending story, thanks for the support!
I am taking such a long time because of my work, and also I do not want to write it simply as a event for sex, it was..... but it was more than that, as you will see as the story unfolds. )
I parted her legs gently, she helped and spred them wider, so I could take in the entire wondrous view of the valley folds
I ran my finger along the labia,
tracing the edge,
caressing the pink flesh,
my finger reached the V point,
it traced the other side,
touching the valley wall,
and end at the clitoris.
I placed my tongue on the clit.
It feels good.
A shiver ran down my spine.
She trembled too.
It was not because of the air-con.
I felt an emotion that,
I just want to make her feel good.
After all, I do enjoy being with her.
My tongue applied presure on her clit.
I place my lips onto her clit.
I cupped it with my mouth,
and sucked.
"Ohhh"
"Mmmm"
Next my tongue raced around the clit hood,
beneath the hood, moving along the side
having made such preliminary scouting to check out the territory,
I swiped the clit in one big sweeping movement,
one by one,
several thousands of my taste bud soldiers made contact with her clit,
from the base of my tongue,
"OHHH"
to the middle,
"MMMM"
to the tip of the tongue,
"AHHH"
no soldier was left out of the attack.
And a second, faster, wetter sweeping wave pours in.
"Uh-MMmm"
And a third,
"ooHhh"
And a few more
"Ah!hh"
She's still dry, so I have to use my finger
(to be continued)
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Posted:Jan 8, 2007 12:16 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2007 9:49 am
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She shuddered with every flick of my tongue.
She moaned.
I kissed her lips,
bit softly into her fleshy lips,
rubbed her eraser between my thumb and finger.
Kissed her neck.
She approved by arching back her neck,
and purred.
Licked from the base to the cheek.
I was glad she liked it.
Gave her a long hard loving smooch on the lips,
massaging the eraser,
and cupped the other breast, fondling it.
Pulled down her black see-through lacy panties,
slid down along her thigh,
threw it down onto the floor.
(you are reading this, aren't you? )
Kisses migrate down to her neck,
exploring the profiles of Mt. Mammary,
circling the peak,
flew over her tummy,
licked the shaved mould,
travelled further south,
snaked into the forbidden valley.
(to be continued)
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