Where the Rubber Meets the Road

red, yellow, green and everything in between

 

I am pissed.

posted by: jemimah at August 31, 2006 12:33 | link | comments (1) |

Driven Wedge

My head was hurting the whole day but I needed to work.  I get home, finally being able to lay down on my bed, ready to close my eyes and cuddle up.  My phone rings.  My heart leaps a beat.  It's you.  You sound sleepy.  You're doubtlessly as worn-out as I am.

I tell you about my day and my yesterday.  I am crestfallen and I tell you about it.  You said something and I cachinnated.  Suddenly you spoke to me like I knew nothing when in fact, I know exactly what you mean.  It blew my stack.

To be honest, I felt worse.  I did not mean to reason out or be on the defense of what I know.  It wouldn't harm to listen more.  Or to let a giggle escape once in a while despite our pressures.  I know how focused and how purposefully you have set your course up and I admire you most especially for that.  But why not try taking a deep breath, letting it out, and loosen up a little bit?  Even just a bit.  You're talking to me - after all, IT IS ME.  I care about you.

You're my favorite.  I could talk to you forever and never get tired.  What happened sucks.  That was the last thing I wanted.  It feels terrible to be apart.  All I care for is making the most out of the short, end-of-the-day conversations we're chanced to have.

I'm sorry.  As you always would tell me, tomorrow is a new day.  Hopefully it will be better.

posted by: jemimah at August 31, 2006 12:23 | link | comments |

Fonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wait is long.  I hope it will be over soon.

posted by: jemimah at August 30, 2006 13:57 | link | comments |

Blog Post 1

Okay.  I finally got a blogsite of my own.  After more than two years of my college friends' attempts of convincing me to have one, I did at last, despite delays.  It's not that it's some sort of an avowed intent, just that I always said I would but never did.

So hopefully now you'll read my thoughts aloud more often.  Lights turn red when I'm somber or screaming because of discombobulation; green when I'm lovestruck and normal.  Haha!  Oh, and definitely yellow lights would flash when my thoughts wander or there's ants in my pants.

I write, you read.  Or write back and I read.  Sounds good?

Oh well, meet you at the train stop.

posted by: jemimah at August 29, 2006 13:01 | link | comments (3) |