Wednesday, January 31, 2007
~ 10:30 PM ~
ok.
actually nothing much to blog about.
bt, a few days ago, mel actually showed me an essay which she wrote, dedicated to spencer.
and here i am. to blog it for those who haven't seen it yet.
fyi, some parts are fake.
ENJOY! =D
Golden bands of promise
First day of school
I stared at him. He stared back at me, eyes quizzical. I searched his face for reassurance but found none. Taking a deep breath, I nodded and continued to walk on, mummuring “Left, right, left, right…”
“Hold on! You’re walking too fast. I can’t catch up. We must work together in order to reach the finishing line.” I panted.
“Sorry, my legs are longer than yours so it’s natural I would walk faster.” He said with amusement crinkling in his eyes. “Hey! I’m not short! You’re too tall!” I retorted in indignation. “Okay, okay…relax. Ready?” he asked, eyes questioning.
“Ready.”
I let out a deep breath and lifted my left foot as we continued.
“Left, right, left, right…”
After what seemed like eternity, we finally reached the finishing line. We lost but amazingly, I found it hilarious that we lost. Giggling, I asked, “My name’s Melissa. What’s yours?” The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he replied in a deep tone, “My name’s Spencer. Unlucky aren’t we? Of all the people, we got chosen to take part in this three-legged race and came in dead last.” Shaking his head, I could see his eyes betraying his voice. He was controlling his laughter while I, laughed even louder at his failed attempt to act disappointed.
Finally, he gave in to hilarity. Clutching his stomach, he bent down and laughed and laughed and laughed.
One and a half years later
“You’re joking right?”
He stared at the floor; showing me his black hair matted with sweat, hinting the aftermath of a soccer game. I watched him intently, trying to catch every nuance of expression etched on his face. He blinked slowly & looked up. And that was when it dawned on me that for the first time, he was not smiling. I stared at him while he stared back at me. It was as if the whole world stopped; as if the whole world was revolving too fast making it unbearable.
“When?” I inhaled a deep breath as I waited for his answer.
Silence enveloped us. Please say you’re joking.
“Last week of July.” And with that, he stared at the floor again and walked away slowly, leaving me alone.
Alone- No. Please say you’re joking.
I swallowed and softly said, “Good luck.”
Tears clogged at my voice and I tried to swallow it down.
I had to ask.
“Wait! When exactly are-” but he had already left.
I need to talk with you again.
Why did you go away?
All our times together,
Just feels like yesterday.
Three more days
“We must win this cheering competition! For 2D, for Spencer!” I shouted to the sea of faces staring at me. They nodded, afraid to speak. I nodded back, afraid to speak too. Containing all the tears blurring our vision inside was harder than we thought.
If we speak, all the tears would just keep on flowing, never relenting. So we nodded and nodded, swallowing back all the sorrow welling up in our eyes. Then, after what seemed like eternity or could have just been one minute, we craved for the release. We shook our heads violently, as mummurings of “I can’t take it anymore…” filled the tense air. It came out as long, heartbreaking sobs. He stood there and stared at us.
“Don’t cry.” He said with an undertone of sadness.
We just kept shaking our heads, turning our backs to face him and continued crying. All the time, hiding the unshed tears standing on the fringe of our lashes was much too unbearable. Unbearable.
Please say you’re joking.
“Here.”
“No than-” but he had already stuffed the tissue in my hand and left. Again.
I never thought I’d see,
A single day without you.
The things we take for granted,
We can sometimes lose.
“One…two…three! WE LOVE SPENCER FOREVER!” Chorused by one united voice, shouted by one class, cried by one we.
One more day
I slipped off my flip-flops, wiggled my toes into the warm sand, and smiled. The sun was already blazing overhead when we reached there and a shift in the wind had banished all the flies.
“Yup, today’s a good day.” I whispered to myself in reassurance.
“Hey, Spencer! What do you want to do first? Swim or play volleyball?” we shouted to him.
He turned and smiled.
“How about volleyball and swimming at the same time?”
His feet pounded against the sand as he ran along the edge of the lapping surf, “Come on!” He said as he dragged me into the water, laughing.
We played and played and played.
Never stopping. Afraid to stop and take a rest because the moments we have left together were far too precious, far too valuable.
Our laughter floated across the beach on a brisk sea breeze.
Somehow, we could all hear the sadness tainting our laughter.
Our laughter mocking back at us for pretending to laugh.
Oh, the irony.
And if I promise not to feel this pain,
Will I see you again?
Will I see you again?
D-day
I hugged the worn out football tightly to myself.
He loved football; his passion.
Tears seeped from under my lashes as I stared at the football, at my knuckles turning white from holding on too tightly, at my regret for not being able to see him off- for one last time.
“Hey, don’t cry. He’ll return.”
“I want to send him off.”
“Okay. I’ll see to it. No worries.”
Eyes hopeful, I looked up and gave a slight smile.
22 minutes more…
We ran and ran and ran, “Please let us be in time.”
“Spencer!”
Turning, his eyes widen in surprise as he greeted us.
“How did you guys—?”
“Honey, we gotta go. The gate’s closing.”
“I’ll be in a sec, mom.”
I held out my hand, “All the best, Spencer.”
His hand was warm.
“I promise to return. Just like the sun’s rays, golden bands which promise to shine everyday.”
I smiled.
He smiled back.
can u see how pro mel's english is from this.
omg. she's my idol too! xDD@ SM
Saturday, January 27, 2007
~ 10:30 PM ~
Yo! how ya'll doing. New year, new skin ! xD. waddoyathinkabtit?
(nah, actually i was just really bored xD)
well, hope this blog doesnt stay dead@ kelvintj92
