Monday, February 15, 2010

Blood, roses and kisses part II

0 comments Posted by Kimberly Stiff at 6:05 PM

Yesterday was like a dream come true for me; it feels like I’m on top of the world right now. A guy asked me on a date yesterday and it was like heaven. I can’t believe that there is someone like him that exists. But before that, I wanna share with you what happened.

I was at school waiting for our science teacher. We were supposed to have our sex education lecture and tackle about elisa test kit when my classmate said that someone is looking for me outside the room. So I glimpse on the windowpane and saw that there is a guy holding a rose standing in front of the door. I don’t know him but OMG he’s so cute, and he’s the kind of guy that I like to go out with. To my surprise he entered our room and began to say, “I am here because I want to redeem myself to one of your classmate and I wanna ask her on a date.” The guy was shivering, he looked like he’ll have a nervous breakdown any moment.

He began to recite a poem. It was so beautiful and touching. After the poem, he walked in front of my chair, knelt and gave the rose to me.

Ah finally, my secret admirer had the courage to show his face to me. Cherreols for now!

 

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Hopelessness with my own blood

0 comments Posted by Kimberly Stiff at 11:46 PM

The other day, I saw Mark at a nearby department store with a new girl. I still can’t get over my irritation at what he did to my sister. I wanted to confront him right there at the store, but had to control myself for fear of making a scene. It hurts every time I see my sister crying and I want to help her but it seems that there’s nothing I can do. All these years I’ve never back down on anyone; I am always the problem solver to my friends; I never lose in any fights that I’ve had in my life. But when it comes to my sister I am helpless.

I secretly follow Mark and her new girl, and to my amazement, they went to the drugstore and buy an elisa kits. At that time, I was still fighting the urge to walk up to them. My mind was started running wild; I imagined things like hacking both of their heads off. But deep inside, my conscience was telling me to walk away.
Until now I never told my sister about Mark and his new girl because I know it’ll only hurt her more, especially not that she is 6 months pregnant already.

 

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