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Originally Posted by
Breadpig
No, no, no. Brother you are doing great. Enjoy your stories and your style of writing. Great effort you’ve put in to continue despite your heavy workload. Support your thread and upped you, of cos with my points and not the other type of upping.
Thanks bro… but I think you got it wrong… Haha… I’m asking for comments or reactions not as in points begging or sorts… though I really do appreciate your points… I guess I just hope brothers tell me what they think of the story, not as in the “great writer” sense, though again those are appreciated as well, but errr… You know discussions as in whether our r/s was right in the first place, how they think the story will develope (so I can contrast it against how it really did as it continued and as I reveal more..)…
Errrr…. if any bros feel its too draggy, feel free to criticise as well coz I really don’t know whether you all would wanna see a story that’s not all bang-wham and shit…
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Originally Posted by
Breadpig
No, no, no. Brother you are doing great. Enjoy your stories and your style of writing. Great effort you’ve put in to continue despite your heavy workload. Support your thread and upped you, of cos with my points and not the other type of upping.
Oh yea… btw… I really like your signature… “I tried to drown my sorrows but they’ve learnt how to swim…” Nice… Hahaha…
Developing the story in the meantime as I speak, stay tuned and hope you bros aren’t disappointed by the lack of sex scenes thus far… coz there really isn’t that much.
Story Continued… On and On she went…
The lift door opened to reveal the corridor, on our common floor, which both Lorraine and I have grown to be hell familiar with. I was still recovering from my initial shock (Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see my nemesis though we technically stay in the same block and on the same floor even…) when I heard Lorraine say… “Eh… Breakfast at 9 hor… Downstairs Coffeeshop…” as she untied her hair and walked towards her apartment, her head cocked slightly to face me while doing so…
Huh?!?!?! Again… I can almost hear her going on and on about her friendship with Charlene…. Shit! I thought…. Not Again!!!! I could almost hear myself groaning as I unlocked my door.
Upon finishing my morning shower and having changed into working attire (and of course after watching Suzanne Jung on CNA), I proceeded to the RP (redenzvous point) that Lorraine had set for the both of us. Ordered my coffee and of course her teh-si (again…. milk tea) and waited for her to come down, not eagerly for I already know what was in store… At the back of my mind, I was already picturing her going on and on… I could hear her and all… and I was already going yea yea…. ya… ummmm…. at the back of my head… Don’t get me wrong… Its interesting to hear stories and escapades about her younger days… Its all in the process of knowing a woman better and I do wanna get to know her… but on and on… about the same shit????? Hell no…
Lorraine’s car turned into the open-air carpark before the coffeeshop shortly, presumably having sent her precious cub to pre-school. Sigh…. as I watch her walk towards in my direction, shortly after. Again, she looked nice… and fresh as she must have taken a shower as well just as I did… But really, I was braced for incessant girlish banter and really wasn’t in the mood to appreciate her beauty then…
True enough… On and on she went… I know you bros must feel like killing for actually developing a section on how she went on and on… Trust me… I felt like killing her too…. 15 mins of suffering… 30 mins of suffering…. as I sipped coffee and munched prata while she talked as she sipped on her teh-si and ate her fishball noodles…. Kill me… Please….
“OEI… ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING ANOT?” Huh? The spacebar was tabbed (more like smashed) while lappy is in screen-saver mode, I could feel the processor in me whirl into life….. in fear….
“Errrr….. ya?” I said… looking at her with puppy eyes… hoping she’d feel sweet about the whole thing…
“No… you weren’t!” Lorraine replied sternly, obviously finding my lack of focus offensive.
Sigh…. here we go… our first official tiff….
haha… I didn’t know you could edit your posts until now… Looks like I’m learning more and more about the functions here as I post… Interesting…
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Originally Posted by
yashirob
really great story. im just one of those silent readers haha. anw ur story reminds me of myself. falling for a married woman. i definitely understand all the emotional turmoil that you’re going thru. it just eats me up inside and life is never the same anymore. you don look at things in the same way anymore and you grow up way faster than you should.
Thanks bro… Yea… never an avid poster but this thread really an outlet for me I guess… haha… disagree w/ the growing up part tho… I’m already 26 la… considered grown up…
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Originally Posted by
StillLearning
Keep it up. Keep writing. You have a good command of the English language, except for the odd spelling mistake.
Hahaha…. noted. Please pardon my grammatical and spelling errors. Most of the time, I rush thru the postings to develope the story in time so bros won’t be disappointed (so that I won’t kenna zap… lol) and I just click post the min I’m done… Mostly in between travelling from Point A to Point B or… like now… when I’m bored of my work and wanna multi-task a lil…
So yea… hope those silly errors won’t affect the story’s articulation and you guys can still understand what I was trying to say in the posts…
Apologies…
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Originally Posted by
mvmhjki6
hi bro i always look forward to your next episode. machiam soap opera. Ur england also very powderful. so no need worry about grammatical errors and stuff. Get the big picture can oredi. hahaz
Lol… Thank you all bros for the support, though I was worried that the “soap opera” likeness would not cater to the taste of bros here… Really appreciate the support given, it motivates me to update the developments of the story despite my busy schedule…
Story Continued… Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus…
I found myself staring at Lorraine’s pissed off and disappointed face that screams you-so-obviously-don’t-give-fucking-damn, a frozen portrait against a moving background. In a manner that reaks so of “flower-power” and I’m the female here, she maintained her silence and her pissed-off glare into my eyes, her body upright and arms akimbo, before retracting back into her seat in a I-couldn’t-care-less-because-you-don’t care posture with her hands folded across her chair.
“What?” Lorraine asked me, a dangerous note of threat present in her soft, chilling voice…
Sigh… and I thought it was highly unlikely we’d ever fight, considering how much understanding we have of each other… before composing my thoughts, choosing between a witty comeback line, which was likely to diss her further, or a serenading line to sooth her shrewish temper. I decided on the latter, for safety reasons, for there was still some tea in her cup and I was in white-collared attire, i.e. shirt and tie, not exactly fighting-fit long 4 camos…
“I was listening gal…” I replied, my tone calm and gentle…
“No you weren’t…” Her voice shot back low, cold and fast…
The debate wore on, not in a lively manner but a hopelessly dead fashion, on establishing whether I was listening or not… It went on for a good 15 minutes I think as I tried to tame the shrew… Hopelessly… Nothing worked… Wits didn’t work, it only riled Lorraine up further, big-watery puppy eyes didn’t work… apparently there wasn’t enough water in my eyes to douse the fire in her… and I’m too proud a man to try a pleading tone on her… I decided to try the last trick… Playing dumb… Not too difficult apparently, for I really didn’t know what was going on…
“Sigh… I was… but you can’t blame me for wondering really… what has Charlene’s marriage got to do with me?” I said, deliberating my tone… “I mean, fine… I love MINDEF for taking Darren away for 3 weeks so we can spend some time together… I see the dates that we were never able to go on materializing… I’m dying to take you out for movies and stuffs… and yes, Hen’s Night means we’d go clubbing… but we could have gone even without the Hen’s Night right? So really, don’t mind me, but what’s the big deal about Hen’s Night, Charlene’s Marriage, and all…?” …. “I don’t even know her…”
Big mistake… I thought as the final words formed and came out of my mouth just like that with a hint of protest in my voice. There, I had blown it… I had tried to deliberate what to say, controlling my tone, and the last 5 words that came out blew it all… Shit….
Lorraine tapped her fingers on the table dangerously for seconds which seemed like hours… The world behind her passing by us still… “So?” She said… “Why are you men always the same?” Clearly irritated, Lorraine continued… “Can’t you even listen for a minute?”
“You may not know Charlene but she’s my best gal… Can’t you at least show some interest?…… I’m happy for her as she’s finally found her man… Can’t you at least be willing to let me share it with you? ……(sentence trailing off, blah blah blah blah…..)
IS SEX THE ONLY THING YOU GUYS CARE ABOUT?
" Screen saver mode and the spacebar was punched once more by her last sentence…
“Lorraine… you know me better than that…” I said in a stern voice… “If that’s the way you see me? I can only say I’m sorry…”
Sensing the challenge, the fighter I’ve known her to be quickly rose to size me up… “Yea? Then say you are sorry…” Fighting… but I sensed plea in her tone…
Oh Lorraine… Lol… I thought… “I’m sorry… K?” I looked on at her and smiled…
“K…” Her eyes twinkling once more, sensing she’s won…
Crap….
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Originally Posted by
yang punk
Haha…perhaps she had you in mind as the “star” of the hen party and you might just get rape by the bride to be. Stand by a ‘blue’ pill to impress the ladies!
Haha… Mr Yang… Glad to see your comments once more… I thought I had lost your support in this battle of mine… Far from it… Hope the story’s not progressing too slow to get to what happened…. Coming soon… I hope…
Story Continued… The Men do Get it… Finally…
I always felt that UOB’s marketing department has done a great job on their Ladie’s Card with the tagline “The Men don’t get it…” with their initial advertisement that ended with a really hunky male model scratching his head in confusion. Now, that’s what I call witty… Lol…
Its true how little we know of our female counterparts, other than the fact that we’d like to get into their pants if they were really hot. Shame on us (Don’t zap me here yet for if you time to think, you might well find it true…)
I’ve always known Lorraine to be a manly-gal, i.e. she’s a tough nut w/ a really fiery temper. Feisty some might say but having known her, I know she’d put many guys to shame, in particular, in the way she drives her car around (Now who says females can’t drive for nuts…). Throughout the months of acquainting her, servicing her (not in the sexual sense dudes… in professional capacity… Sigh… Horny Goats… hahaha) and being immensely attracted to her, I’ve always felt that we had an immense mutual understanding to an extent that our thoughts, needs and wants did not need to be spoken aloud for us to understand. It was like we were telepathic.
Her earlier girlish outburst made me realize that the feeling I used to have, that we knew one another already, couldn’t be further from the truth in fact. Yes, complacency is dangerous and I got complacent, forgetting how much I wanted to know her as a person as I remembered the initial smoke we had at the lift lobby and how I craved for her to tell me more about herself then, with me quietly listening to her stories, nodding and laughing with her. On top of that, I’ve come to the realization that although her manly nature and decisiveness is what I respect and love about her, Lorraine is still a woman first and a gal-at-heart second and that all she’d want, likely any other gals, is for a man to feel her through and through… Now, that’s feeling a lady, I thought to myself…
Lorraine went on and on once more… and I listened… careful not to get impatient… as she shared her happiness with me on Lorraine’s marriage. In wasn’t just the happiness for Lorraine had for Charlene, that Charlene’s finally found a man she trusts and is willing to place her life in his hands… It was about how Lorraine wasn’t happy in her marriage and is now hoping that this fate does not befall her best female-pal. Lorraine didn’t say that at all, she went on and on about how happy she was for Charlene… It was in her tone, voice and completely obvious in between the lines…
I get it now… and as we left the coffeeshop for her car once more (nothing kinky, sorry)… I held her hand and gave it a little squeeze with mine… In full view of the public…
I don’t give a shit anymore… I finally get it and if Darren does find out from the mouths of nosy aunties or whoever-shits… so be it…
Lorraine turned around to face me with an expression of shock… pleasant shock… “errr… are you nuts?” She beamed…
“No I’m not… I get you finally” I said, laughing, careful not to reveal too much of what exactly I get in case in brings out the pain in her, simply trusting that she’d be able to feel me and get it figured out…
She did and I was well-rewarded for my effort in understanding her (again, no kinky shits!!!!! How many times do I have to tell you horny bros this? hahaha… rewards come in many forms dudes….) Finally, on the car to my office, Lorraine went on and on about something else that was exciting truely…
“… … So Charlene brought her Hen’s Night forward, and wedding as well… so I could go… … … After all, I’m her best gal (yes, with that irritating flower-power slang) fren … and I’m gonna be her sister on marriage day… … … There’s gonna be a party and hell lotsa drinks and she’s suggested we check into a hotel after that….” Lorraine chattered on in a tone only an excited school-girl could have, saying that long piece above, much of which has been omitted for band-width reasons… hahaha… in one single breath…
“I think we should have a room to ourselves…”
I love MINDEF… I thought… as the journey, and whatever Lorraine had to say, came to an end… I could have screamed it out… if her lips weren’t on mine and I wasn’t too busy trying to get my tongue into her mouth.