Friday, October 30, 2009

An Extraordinary Gentleman

She had been trying very hard not to admit it, but there was something about this new person that made her hair stand on it's ends whenever she was around him. Ever since their first encounter at his presentation, she would often get caught red handed by her peers giggling to herself  like a "no brain bimbo" for no reason at all. Perhaps she was too lost in her little fairytale, where she would immense herself being pampered and treated by this refined young lad. She had a weakness for men that wore shirts and had rolled up sleeves, and it so happened he fell in that category. One would think that a simple crush or so she portrayed it to be would be harmless, but if  a crush that lasted for 7 to 8 years would be bordering obsession and deep down inside she knew this all too well.

He came from a well to do family that lived in an area where the rich and wealthy called home. He was educated in one of the finest learning institutions and later had a spell abroad to gain further exposure in developing his already outstanding career. He was top of his class acing every examination and maintaining a 3.98 average over the years not to mention the way he gave his speeches was as if one was listening to a future democrat at a bi-election campaign for human rights. Clearly, he was head and shoulders above her previous crush and was far better in many ways. Ahhh..truly he was the man of every girl's dreams and she was one of them.

But she was afraid that a girl like her would never meet his expectations amidst the numerous drooling girls he had chasing at his feet. She did not have a face that would appear on the covers of top magazines nor possess a physique that would get her top modelling contract deals, everyday was a bad hair day and she was as clumsy as a drunk trying to juggle beer glasses when he was way over his limit.

However, during lunch one day, she was astonished to find out from a friend that he was indeed very easy going and would walk up to girls to introduce himself with a handshake. No wonder all the girls went crazy over him. There were several cases where girls would feel their legs turning soft as they melted away like butter on a hot pan whenever they were in his presence. Some girls on the other hand couldn't  even find themselves looking directly into his eyes for fear they would st udder to find the right words or be left dumbfounded when he greeted them.

All this new found information that she discovered was a bit overwhelming but it had brought her liking of him to an entirely new level. And she did what girls do best..just like what all girls do when they are unable to confront the man of their dreams.....She STALKED HIM.



Why Are You So Obssessed With Me??

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That being said, happy reading folks.

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Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Case of the Red Paint

It was in the wee hours of the morning just like any other day, when her beloved bunker boy got out of his bunk, put on his overalls and headed up to deck to begin his 12-hour shift. Working on board a dredger sure was tough but he didn't mind it at all. He knew that come month end he would have money to send back to the folks, some to put away in his stash which he was saving up to get married perhaps, and a little balance to get by. He didn't need much as he had lead a simple life growing up.

Mid day and already feeling the effects of the hard labor getting at his thin yet muscular physique, he decided to pause for awhile to catch his breath. As he stood in the corner, he reached for his cell phone  which was tucked away in the right pocket of his overalls. Taking it out, he opened it and had a look at the screen. Of course there were no incoming messages as they were far out at sea and there was seldom any reception. However, it was not for that reason that he drew his phone, rather it was so that he could have a view of his beloved which was the wallpaper on his fragile flimsy yet still usable phone. Every time he looked at her, it was as if he had a breath of fresh within him. It got him through the rough times and always reminded him that back on shore she was always there, waiting patiently for his return. Every night, after a hard days work, he would call her at their usual time. It was like a 12.35am routine you might say and even though their conversations were  short and most of the time she would be either busy or half asleep, getting to hear her voice was more then he could ask for.

He gave the screen a short peck and then slipped it back before returning to his work. It was only  awhile later that he realized his right pocket was feeling a little bit lighter then usual. You know how things are when you put them in your pocket, they add a little bit of weight as you move around. As he moved his hand over his overalls to feel for his cell phone, a sense of horror struck him. He had been sure he had put it back in its place but where was it?? It wasn't there??

He looked around for a bit before hurrying back to the corner where he had taken a short breather.To his misery it was there that he discovered his cell phone swimming in a red bucket of paint. With  a heavy heart, he dipped his hand to retrieve it. As picked up the soaked phone, it had gotten from "Scratched up Silver" to a new "Solid Red.."

Would this be the end of his calls to his beloved?? Would he ever get to hear her voice again?? Well for most that would have been the end, but not for our young lad as he would find other ways. He would not give up that easily and be beaten by a bucket of red pain, no sir he wouldn't. And you can bet your bottom dollar at exactly 12.35am that night..... "ring ring..." , "ring ring...."  *incoming call from Bunker Boy*.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

A Whole New Crush

It was the middle of the afternoon and there she sat at the back of the class, her hands clasped against her faced..

Hiding beneath it a very flushed red appearance, one of a teenage girl having her first crush..he had not noticed, but all through her team's presentation she had nicely positioned herself in a way that she could feast her eyes on him..

In the past two days, she had not taught much of her cadet at sea let alone pick up his long distance calls..

Suffering from A Serious Case of MBLM

"Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but MY BOY FRIEND LOVES ME" was what she uttered when her friends had their usual bashing session of her. Of course bashing sessions were a usual thing among them and it was a free for all on whatever secrets one had knowledge about the other, but somehow she was always the one being riddled by bullets the most.

This was nothing to her as all she cared about was "MY BOYFRIEND LOVES ME". She knew that no matter what happened, she could confide in his tall lanky arms and listen to his calm voice and everything would be alright. At first one would think that this kind of strong, undying, immense love was a good thing but then she did something wrong, something really wrong, she made him her world. Undeniably he became her air, her sun, her everything. Her sole purpose of living was merely to be with him.Studies were put on hold for outing sessions, and whenever he was busy that was when she would call for quick meetings and assignments to be done. Needless to say that all the while she had been neglecting this so time was short and she would hassle her teammates at utter ridiculous hours because that was when she was not with him and she that was when she wanted to get work done.

She no longer hanged out with friends that were with her when she was still a "Corporate Lady" not for lunch, not for late night supper sessions and definitely not to catch a movie. She would see them in class daily but that was just as about as much interaction as she would have with them. She looked  forward to weekends because she knew it was "Boyfriend Time" and off she would disappear returning only on day of class the next week.

What was really annoying was the fact that she threw around her cheap, sarcastic comments that  at her friends as she boasted and flaunted her lover for all the world to see. At times where friends were faced with difficulty, she would put a face of disgust and mocked them. It got so bad that one day she passed one of them while she was out, he smiled at her as their paths crossed but all he got in return was a stuck up nose of an arrogant girl holding her "Trophy Boyfriend's" hand.

She had completely no sense what so ever happened around her because she was in an entirely different world. She was in her world, a world where nothing else matters as long as "MY BOYFRIEND LOVES ME..."

The Sailor in Shinning Overalls

Little Miss Ameboba had a trying childhood growing up, she was as obvious as a spec you may say. All through her life people wouldn't haven taken two looks at this sad and lonely girl. Never had she the pleasure of being asked out for a movie, a secret note passed on to her by an  admirer nor a flower left on her desk during Valentines by some anonymous lad that had hoped to win her heart.

But all this was about to change when she went on to pursue her higher education. It was the first day of their induction camp when their eyes met, and out of the hundreds of guys that were there, she couldn't help but to think this one was special. He mastered in the arts of road works and was her senior by a few years. Tall, lanky with a goody two shoes hair cut and a "bit bit" shy attitude.

After awhile she had noticed that their conversations were leading no where and the question she had been longing to know was still left unanswered, so she decided to take the first move. Being one that knew nothing about how the "Love Game" was played and with childhood innocence she walked up to him and said.. "Hi!! Do you have a girlfriend??"

One would have thought that it was the end for our poor little Miss Ameboba but to our surprise, this  wasn't the case. Alas, destiny had it written that he would not be the master of the road upon graduation rather master of the seas, when he left aboard with his brethren to trenched uncharted waters leaving her behind.

Nevertheless, he would always be her "Sailor in Shining Overalls"..

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Guilty Pleasures

She had a mix of emotions in the past coming days..Happiness, joy, excitement, loneliness, regret and most importantly GUILT..
She could not comprehend what was becoming of her, one part a loyal lover and another tangled up in the thrill of fresh meat..
Would she use the "just be friends technique" once more??
After all it had work spectacularly in the past to haul up such an awesome catch, not to mention the "holding of hands" method with some random guy to get into the casino..
This girl, unseemingly as she was did have a few tricks up her sleeve.

Prologue

Little Miss "Ameboba" had a very trying experience growing up, she was as obvious as about a spec if you could say, everyone would pass her unnoticingly but all this was about to change..

It was her first year as freshie when their eyes met, and even though he was bit bit shy, she found him growing on her..he mastered in the arts of road works, but somehow his destiny was to be a man of the sea..Nevertheless he was her "Sailor in shining Overalls"..