"Mmm,"she mumured into his shoulder , his arms around her.
He kissed her softly , and she rested on his chest.
"D'you reckon she'll find out ?"
"Doubt that she will. She's blind as a bat."
"That's good to know,"she smiled , and she pulled up the covers and her legs wrapped around his.
:)
"These next cooking tips are about ingredients common to baking. There are many different kinds of flour, and they are not all the same. For all yeast breads wheat flour is important. Bread flour works well if you are making yeast loaves. However, if you use bread flour in yeast bread it will turn into a heavy cake. Cake flour is a very fine flour. All purpose flour can be used for most any baking. It is the most common flour used. Bleached and unbleached flours can be used interchangeably. Make sure to put your flour in an airtight container and store it in a spot that cool and dry for up to six months," Siobhan stopped for a while , catching her breath.
"Cooking tips for handling chocolate are important to know. There are different types of chocolate. Unsweetened chocolate has no added sugar. It is a chocolate liquor that is at least fifty percent cocoa butter. Various amounts of sugar added to it create bittersweet, semisweet, and dark chocolate. Milk chocolate consists of dried milk powder, cocoa butter, and added sugar. White chocolate is made with cocoa butter instead of chocolate liquor. Unsweetened cocoa is made from chocolate liquor with seventy five percent of cocoa butter removed and then it is dried and ground into a paste. Chocolate is easy to burn when melting, so always melt it over a very low heat. Chocolate can be melted using the double boiler method, the direct heat method, or the microwave oven method."
Whispers and mumurs cover the room ,her students , their faces with excitement. She held her hand up , the voices immediately disappeared.
"These are only a few tips from the corner of my brain.If you're wiling to learn more , you have to breathe bakery , live bakery. You even shit bakery."
Okkay, maybe THAT bit wasn't true.But it makes them agitated so why not?
And with that , she walked out the conference room , leaving her future students with forms , right infront of them.
"Oh my gosh ,oh my gosh!,"Siobhan gasped taking out her apron and tossing it to me. I caught it and hanged in on the coat rack.She sat down , grabbing my glass of water and draining it down.
"I... i haven't talked to anybody that serious in my lifffe !" she spluttered , her fingers running thru her hair . She breathe heavily. I got down to my knees and squeezed her knee. "That was very brave . Actually it's a good thing 'cause you can make them scared, and when they are scared, they'll work better."
She closed her eyes for a brief moment .After gathering herself together , she looked at me,"Really?"
"Yup , that's what Mr Jenabi pressures us like that."
"Oh thank the heavens !" she gasped, a smile etched on her face.
"But I'm not really sure about the 'shit bakery part.' " I said dubiously,looking at her.
"Shit."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
:WorthLiving:
Declan
Ouch.
What the hell is on my hand?
I blinked a few times , to get a clearer view of the white room , the bed i was lying in that smelled like morphine , and my dad sitting in a corner,his head in his hands.
Oh, an IV.
I tried to get up, making the bed covers move , my dad sprung up at once , telling me to stay still.
"Dec, I want you to listen to me. Don't say a word. Don't even try to open your mouth,"He said seriously while his bottom lip trembling like a leaf , his right palm on my left.
A middle - aged man , in his early 50's came into the room , which I predicted was the doctor.
My doctor.
What happened?
"Mr Collins , I'm Declan's doctor , Dr Hills."He said seriously,not even extending a hand for my father to shake.My father nodded once , and looked at him, then the chart the doctor was grasping in his hand.
"What's wrong with him?,"He asked , as Dr Hills placed the chart on the side table.Coming to my side , he pulled out a torchlight thing and he opened my eyes ( which were open already ) and he guided the light- left then right , my pupil following it like a loyal dog following it's owner.Doing the same for my other eye , i reassured my self , my eyes weren't screwed up.
So , what is the problem?
"Mr Collins,your son's blood pressure and pulse is normal at this rate.He's in a stable condition.But , I have some news that I'm very concerned about his um , his ability to speak."
"What are you saying?"
"His vocal chords , and his voice box was badly damaged by the glass that pierced through his throat.Declan is very lucky to survive , with minor head injuries."Dr Hills said coherently.
"Can't he spe-speak anymore?"My dad stammered, looking at me.
"Not unless he has a donor.I'm sorry Mr Collins."Dr Hills said solemnly , he left the room silently, smiling weakly to me.
I can't speak? Are you serious?
"Dec-"my dad said, pulling a chair to my side. He looked at me , and his teardrops dropped in a pair , down on his cheeks. He held my hand tightly , burying his head into his elbow, he just sobbed.
I was the one who kept this family.Together,tight and bonded. I can't speak , how am I going to do so? My life isn't worth living anymore.
And with that , i joined my distraught father , me burying my bandaged head on his shoulder , crying how my life has gone down the drain.
Not worth living.
William
After a long 15 minutes of crying, I looked at my unspeakable son,"Your mom has been sent to Sanctuary Rehab centre.We can meet her , if you would like."
He opened his mouth, struggling to say something , making my heart ache.
" Don't say anything ,Declan.I want you to believe that this problem will be fixed,and you will talk again. I promise you that."
He nodded and he snuggled back into the covers like a 5 year-old.He was still sniffing , his nose red.
"I shall be back , I'm going to the cafeteria to get some coffee." I said softly, ruffling his hair affectionately and stepping out of the ward , I knew i cannot break that promise and it will come true.
I promised.
Ouch.
What the hell is on my hand?
I blinked a few times , to get a clearer view of the white room , the bed i was lying in that smelled like morphine , and my dad sitting in a corner,his head in his hands.
Oh, an IV.
I tried to get up, making the bed covers move , my dad sprung up at once , telling me to stay still.
"Dec, I want you to listen to me. Don't say a word. Don't even try to open your mouth,"He said seriously while his bottom lip trembling like a leaf , his right palm on my left.
A middle - aged man , in his early 50's came into the room , which I predicted was the doctor.
My doctor.
What happened?
"Mr Collins , I'm Declan's doctor , Dr Hills."He said seriously,not even extending a hand for my father to shake.My father nodded once , and looked at him, then the chart the doctor was grasping in his hand.
"What's wrong with him?,"He asked , as Dr Hills placed the chart on the side table.Coming to my side , he pulled out a torchlight thing and he opened my eyes ( which were open already ) and he guided the light- left then right , my pupil following it like a loyal dog following it's owner.Doing the same for my other eye , i reassured my self , my eyes weren't screwed up.
So , what is the problem?
"Mr Collins,your son's blood pressure and pulse is normal at this rate.He's in a stable condition.But , I have some news that I'm very concerned about his um , his ability to speak."
"What are you saying?"
"His vocal chords , and his voice box was badly damaged by the glass that pierced through his throat.Declan is very lucky to survive , with minor head injuries."Dr Hills said coherently.
"Can't he spe-speak anymore?"My dad stammered, looking at me.
"Not unless he has a donor.I'm sorry Mr Collins."Dr Hills said solemnly , he left the room silently, smiling weakly to me.
I can't speak? Are you serious?
"Dec-"my dad said, pulling a chair to my side. He looked at me , and his teardrops dropped in a pair , down on his cheeks. He held my hand tightly , burying his head into his elbow, he just sobbed.
I was the one who kept this family.Together,tight and bonded. I can't speak , how am I going to do so? My life isn't worth living anymore.
And with that , i joined my distraught father , me burying my bandaged head on his shoulder , crying how my life has gone down the drain.
Not worth living.
William
After a long 15 minutes of crying, I looked at my unspeakable son,"Your mom has been sent to Sanctuary Rehab centre.We can meet her , if you would like."
He opened his mouth, struggling to say something , making my heart ache.
" Don't say anything ,Declan.I want you to believe that this problem will be fixed,and you will talk again. I promise you that."
He nodded and he snuggled back into the covers like a 5 year-old.He was still sniffing , his nose red.
"I shall be back , I'm going to the cafeteria to get some coffee." I said softly, ruffling his hair affectionately and stepping out of the ward , I knew i cannot break that promise and it will come true.
I promised.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sypnosis
:Sypnosis:
"Dreaming,panic attacks,irregular heart beats.What does that add to?"I thought,tapping the pencil against my clipboard,and on my chin , vice versa.Siobhan was lying horizontally across the bed,my feet at her head.She sighed,twirling her auburn her hair around her index finger.Wiggling her toes that had polkadoted socks on it,she sat up.
"Oh come on Zia,you're the one who knows this better than me!" She expressed , frustration all over her face. Yup , just because I'm one of the top contributors of YahooAnswers ( dating & relationships are my forte,i guess) I'm known as the love doctor.Giving advice , matchmaking,that kinda stuff. Siobhan is one of my regular customers( okay,she doesn't pay me in hard cash, she pays me by making absolutely scrumptious raspberry pies , and chocolate fondues ) As lucky as she is in the food and bakery department, lady luck wasn't on her side for finding the one,there's where I come in.
Siob burried her head into one of the pillows on my bed,her hair covering her head as her head was submerged in the pillow.She sat up suddenly , giving me a shock.
"Am i fat?"she asked,lifting her shirt until her stomach and giving it a good poke.
Now,from a top contributor of YahooAnswers, i would either say :-
"Hey,we have our flaws don't we?"
"Let's go skating together,or maybe we could go to the gym to check out that hot guy!"
"You know i love you the way you are.Maybe loosing some extra kilos will be healthier for you!"
I did a quick mental calculation.Um,Siob isn't stick thin, nor is she as big as a whale.She's kinda in between.Curvy? She wasn't that curvy,she's just v- Just put it this way,she's about Jennifer Lopez's size.Not that bad?
"Siob,you aren't fat! You're curvy."There,i said it.
She solemnly looked down at the layer of excess skin and fat and she sat down,cross legged with a heavy thud on my bed.
"C'mon Siob! You're at least 10?" I mumbled the 10 incoherently into my hair,hopping she would hear it is an 8.Or 6.
Her jaw dropped slightly and she sank to the bed again,her hair in a pile around her hair. I sighed. I know, I shouldn't say that about my best friend for 5 years ,but the truth hurts, I'm sorry. Trying to redeem myself , i bent over and rubbed her back in circular motions.
"Siob,you're not fat,seriously."
"I'm not?" She asked teary,her voice muffled agaisnt the pillow.
"If you think you're fat, take a look at Pauline."
Pauline's my aunty,mom's side.Weighing at 140kg , whenever she car pools with my mom for gym sessions down the road ( she waited till the last minute , didn't she?) everytime she steps into the 4-Wheeled drived,it sways around, for a whole 3 minutes( She takes 3 minutes to get strapped into the car.Trust me it's not easy.Not even easy to look at)Pauline will open the door slowly,step on the side steps cautiously , as if that was a rat trap , ready to clasp her heavy and celullite filled foot. She would pull her self over the seat , wriggling into the seat making herself comfortable as the car shakes , me hanging on the door at the other side for dear life.
"But she's 50 !" She said defensively.
"You're only 23 Siob,losing weight now can avoid looking like her in the 30 years to come."
She sniffed and looked up,a weak smile across a face.
"Yeah , i need to lose weight. Why don't we start now?"She said enthusiastically,jumping up from the bed . She lied on the carpet and started doing sit -ups.Vigorously , Siob moved up and down ,puffing slightly. I looked at her , and reluctantly , i put the pencil down and joined her on the floor , doing the sit -ups slowly this time.
"How are you going?" I asked , looking at her , taking an opporunity to stop. Gosh , this isn't easy. Screw having a flat stomachs. That's what slimming centres are for!
"Awe..some"She said, her face red.She laid straight on her back and panting slightly , a cough escaped her throat. The ringing of the phoneline startled us. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe. Are you at home?" a husky voice answered at the other line.
That , is my current boy Liam.Even from his name , you can probally guess that he's quite a buff,tanned up man.C'mon , he's a model for Calvin Klein ( apparently he models suits,tuxedo's.Jobs that do not require abs.But he promised me that he would be promoted someday,maybe to swimwear)
"Yeah , just doing some workouts with Siob.You taking away chinese?"
"It's a good thing you told her she's fat."
That's a problem.Liam doesn't like Siobhan for some reason.Whenever we sit down for chinese or indian , it'll probally end up in a mess , where either one of them leaves the table without touching their meals , and it's up to me to finish it up. Whenever they look at eachother,electical waves of sarcasm would be sent across the room.
This two bedroom apartment was actually Siobhan's cause her parents inherited a shitload of money from her grandparents who used to run a 'cake emporium' in the '60s.And there's where Siob works and trains young chefs to become awesome pastry chefs. As much as she hates Liam , she agreed that me and Liam could move in together,but she avoids him as much as possible.We usually split up the bill for electric, water and internet bills.Liam would end up paying more than her,for some 'reasons'.
I blame Liam for hating Siobhan just for her looks.She isn't horribly ugly , in anyway just curvy.She has emerald eyes , a quite balanced nose.Her straight long auburn hair would sweep agaisnt her shoulders.Some people would mistaken her for my older sister because I look quite similar to her , except that my auburn hair has darker highlights in it and well , I'm not that curvy.
"Get me the salty fish fried rice yeah?"
I covered the mouth piece and asked Siobhan who was still lying on the floor like a jelly fish.
"Want anything?"
"No , thanks. I don't trust the jackass that who's holding the food.He might spit in it."She shouted loudly,hoping he would hear.She got up and went to the kitchen.
"Nope , she doesn't want anything."
"Damn , I wanted to spit in to her food!"
p/s: HAHA thanks bull (:
"Dreaming,panic attacks,irregular heart beats.What does that add to?"I thought,tapping the pencil against my clipboard,and on my chin , vice versa.Siobhan was lying horizontally across the bed,my feet at her head.She sighed,twirling her auburn her hair around her index finger.Wiggling her toes that had polkadoted socks on it,she sat up.
"Oh come on Zia,you're the one who knows this better than me!" She expressed , frustration all over her face. Yup , just because I'm one of the top contributors of YahooAnswers ( dating & relationships are my forte,i guess) I'm known as the love doctor.Giving advice , matchmaking,that kinda stuff. Siobhan is one of my regular customers( okay,she doesn't pay me in hard cash, she pays me by making absolutely scrumptious raspberry pies , and chocolate fondues ) As lucky as she is in the food and bakery department, lady luck wasn't on her side for finding the one,there's where I come in.
Siob burried her head into one of the pillows on my bed,her hair covering her head as her head was submerged in the pillow.She sat up suddenly , giving me a shock.
"Am i fat?"she asked,lifting her shirt until her stomach and giving it a good poke.
Now,from a top contributor of YahooAnswers, i would either say :-
"Hey,we have our flaws don't we?"
"Let's go skating together,or maybe we could go to the gym to check out that hot guy!"
"You know i love you the way you are.Maybe loosing some extra kilos will be healthier for you!"
I did a quick mental calculation.Um,Siob isn't stick thin, nor is she as big as a whale.She's kinda in between.Curvy? She wasn't that curvy,she's just v- Just put it this way,she's about Jennifer Lopez's size.Not that bad?
"Siob,you aren't fat! You're curvy."There,i said it.
She solemnly looked down at the layer of excess skin and fat and she sat down,cross legged with a heavy thud on my bed.
"C'mon Siob! You're at least 10?" I mumbled the 10 incoherently into my hair,hopping she would hear it is an 8.Or 6.
Her jaw dropped slightly and she sank to the bed again,her hair in a pile around her hair. I sighed. I know, I shouldn't say that about my best friend for 5 years ,but the truth hurts, I'm sorry. Trying to redeem myself , i bent over and rubbed her back in circular motions.
"Siob,you're not fat,seriously."
"I'm not?" She asked teary,her voice muffled agaisnt the pillow.
"If you think you're fat, take a look at Pauline."
Pauline's my aunty,mom's side.Weighing at 140kg , whenever she car pools with my mom for gym sessions down the road ( she waited till the last minute , didn't she?) everytime she steps into the 4-Wheeled drived,it sways around, for a whole 3 minutes( She takes 3 minutes to get strapped into the car.Trust me it's not easy.Not even easy to look at)Pauline will open the door slowly,step on the side steps cautiously , as if that was a rat trap , ready to clasp her heavy and celullite filled foot. She would pull her self over the seat , wriggling into the seat making herself comfortable as the car shakes , me hanging on the door at the other side for dear life.
"But she's 50 !" She said defensively.
"You're only 23 Siob,losing weight now can avoid looking like her in the 30 years to come."
She sniffed and looked up,a weak smile across a face.
"Yeah , i need to lose weight. Why don't we start now?"She said enthusiastically,jumping up from the bed . She lied on the carpet and started doing sit -ups.Vigorously , Siob moved up and down ,puffing slightly. I looked at her , and reluctantly , i put the pencil down and joined her on the floor , doing the sit -ups slowly this time.
"How are you going?" I asked , looking at her , taking an opporunity to stop. Gosh , this isn't easy. Screw having a flat stomachs. That's what slimming centres are for!
"Awe..some"She said, her face red.She laid straight on her back and panting slightly , a cough escaped her throat. The ringing of the phoneline startled us. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe. Are you at home?" a husky voice answered at the other line.
That , is my current boy Liam.Even from his name , you can probally guess that he's quite a buff,tanned up man.C'mon , he's a model for Calvin Klein ( apparently he models suits,tuxedo's.Jobs that do not require abs.But he promised me that he would be promoted someday,maybe to swimwear)
"Yeah , just doing some workouts with Siob.You taking away chinese?"
"It's a good thing you told her she's fat."
That's a problem.Liam doesn't like Siobhan for some reason.Whenever we sit down for chinese or indian , it'll probally end up in a mess , where either one of them leaves the table without touching their meals , and it's up to me to finish it up. Whenever they look at eachother,electical waves of sarcasm would be sent across the room.
This two bedroom apartment was actually Siobhan's cause her parents inherited a shitload of money from her grandparents who used to run a 'cake emporium' in the '60s.And there's where Siob works and trains young chefs to become awesome pastry chefs. As much as she hates Liam , she agreed that me and Liam could move in together,but she avoids him as much as possible.We usually split up the bill for electric, water and internet bills.Liam would end up paying more than her,for some 'reasons'.
I blame Liam for hating Siobhan just for her looks.She isn't horribly ugly , in anyway just curvy.She has emerald eyes , a quite balanced nose.Her straight long auburn hair would sweep agaisnt her shoulders.Some people would mistaken her for my older sister because I look quite similar to her , except that my auburn hair has darker highlights in it and well , I'm not that curvy.
"Get me the salty fish fried rice yeah?"
I covered the mouth piece and asked Siobhan who was still lying on the floor like a jelly fish.
"Want anything?"
"No , thanks. I don't trust the jackass that who's holding the food.He might spit in it."She shouted loudly,hoping he would hear.She got up and went to the kitchen.
"Nope , she doesn't want anything."
"Damn , I wanted to spit in to her food!"
p/s: HAHA thanks bull (:
'Lil reminder
Yeah,something random just crossed my mind.
you're supposed to read from
: Start from Scratch
:Kezia
: -- so on lah
dont so gundu go read from the latest till the oldest
HAHA
(;
you're supposed to read from
: Start from Scratch
:Kezia
: -- so on lah
dont so gundu go read from the latest till the oldest
HAHA
(;
Friday, April 17, 2009
Kezia
‘Oh my gosh..Help needed?WHERE ARE YOU LOVE DOCTORR?.Those were the words on the screen of my Apple Lap.Gosh.desperate much? I glanced around the very immaculate office.Looked a hella lot better after it was renovated.When Yahoo! Bought this building,I swear it looked like a hobo’s hideout.The walls were a dirty cream colour,with black mould in the corners.The wood on the windows were wet with condensation,the wood soggy and wet.Our jaws were literally hanging when we saw this wreck.Gregory Telfod,the boss of Yahoo! Swore that he was going to renovate this place,making it into a paradise.Apparently,he had a bang hungover when he booked the place,without going to check the place out.
It looks better now,the sourmilk-like coloured replaced by a very light shade of green.The old corny sofas were replaced by 3 and 4 sitter black leather sofas. Oh,and there’s a gigantic aquarium in the middle,next to the receptionist.
I continued looking around,finding something intresting to happen/do.Maybe some random colleague of mine will be
“Zia,you angel,can you get this photocopied for me?5 pieces!”
“Dear,I need help with this”
“Damn Zia, i need a quarter.Yes it is important! For Hello magazine,DUH!”
Sadly all of my colleagues are burying their heads into piles of work,typing furiously at the computer.Suprisingly Mr Jenabi hasn’t order me to do something. We all love him and all,but he is just plain annoying.He’ll call me endless times,to run down to the nearest Starbucks to get his Soy Latte and when im halfway back,he’ll said he also needed a pack of ciggies.He couldn’t find his staplers one day,and after 3 minutes of looking everywhere,he was sitting on it.He gave me this little giggle ( a 50 year old giggling? Young at heart,eh?) How much cellulite does his butt have? Last week,he asked me to come into his office to help him choose a tie.
“Do tell me Kezia,the dark blue satin with the white polka dots or the Looney Tunes one?”He’ll ask me,holding the two ties in my face.Telfod gave me this look,the I-need-an-answer-I-can’t-hold-this-ties forever look.
“Umm,what’s the function anyway?”I asked trying to act interested.
“It’s my mom’s 85th.At the Hilton’s apparently.I just celebrated mine at Pizza’s Hut! The cunning side of my sister,she ordered the meals which have scallops in them.And she bloody knows I loathe scallops!” he said puffing, putting the ties on his mahogany table. He stroked his beard affectionately.I shuddered.
How did the conversation from ugly ties got to scallops?
“I reckon the blue one sir.”
He looked straight in to my eyes and glanced at the ties.
“What’s wrong with the other?”
Damn. I knew he was going to ask. Let’s start. Why the hell is there a picture of Bugs Bunny and the Tasmanian devil which name i don’t know and which i don’t give a shit about and its in neon purple.NEON PURPLE! I nearly screamed.
I’m sure as hell i don’t want to lose this job,so i just kept thinking in silence,his eyes piercing through my body like laser beams.
“Kezia? Im not getting any younger y’know”
“Umm,the blue one sir.It’s more..um.. suitable for the occasion.”I said showing very dismissive hand actions.Jenabi raised an eyebrow,the hair on his brows all gray and sprouting everywhere.He seriously needs to wax.Gosh,all he needs to do is ask me.I know an awesome place down the road.
“But how will she know?”
“Pardon?”
“She can’t see.Blind,bless her poor soul.”
I stared at him and the ties incredulously. Blind? Why bother asking me? Y’know what,screw her party at the Hilton’s.She’s so freaking blind she can have it at Taco Bill or Maccas ,i wanted to scream.
But instead,i turned on my heel,and i walked out, cursing silently.
‘Nuff said.
It looks better now,the sourmilk-like coloured replaced by a very light shade of green.The old corny sofas were replaced by 3 and 4 sitter black leather sofas. Oh,and there’s a gigantic aquarium in the middle,next to the receptionist.
I continued looking around,finding something intresting to happen/do.Maybe some random colleague of mine will be
“Zia,you angel,can you get this photocopied for me?5 pieces!”
“Dear,I need help with this”
“Damn Zia, i need a quarter.Yes it is important! For Hello magazine,DUH!”
Sadly all of my colleagues are burying their heads into piles of work,typing furiously at the computer.Suprisingly Mr Jenabi hasn’t order me to do something. We all love him and all,but he is just plain annoying.He’ll call me endless times,to run down to the nearest Starbucks to get his Soy Latte and when im halfway back,he’ll said he also needed a pack of ciggies.He couldn’t find his staplers one day,and after 3 minutes of looking everywhere,he was sitting on it.He gave me this little giggle ( a 50 year old giggling? Young at heart,eh?) How much cellulite does his butt have? Last week,he asked me to come into his office to help him choose a tie.
“Do tell me Kezia,the dark blue satin with the white polka dots or the Looney Tunes one?”He’ll ask me,holding the two ties in my face.Telfod gave me this look,the I-need-an-answer-I-can’t-hold-this-ties forever look.
“Umm,what’s the function anyway?”I asked trying to act interested.
“It’s my mom’s 85th.At the Hilton’s apparently.I just celebrated mine at Pizza’s Hut! The cunning side of my sister,she ordered the meals which have scallops in them.And she bloody knows I loathe scallops!” he said puffing, putting the ties on his mahogany table. He stroked his beard affectionately.I shuddered.
How did the conversation from ugly ties got to scallops?
“I reckon the blue one sir.”
He looked straight in to my eyes and glanced at the ties.
“What’s wrong with the other?”
Damn. I knew he was going to ask. Let’s start. Why the hell is there a picture of Bugs Bunny and the Tasmanian devil which name i don’t know and which i don’t give a shit about and its in neon purple.NEON PURPLE! I nearly screamed.
I’m sure as hell i don’t want to lose this job,so i just kept thinking in silence,his eyes piercing through my body like laser beams.
“Kezia? Im not getting any younger y’know”
“Umm,the blue one sir.It’s more..um.. suitable for the occasion.”I said showing very dismissive hand actions.Jenabi raised an eyebrow,the hair on his brows all gray and sprouting everywhere.He seriously needs to wax.Gosh,all he needs to do is ask me.I know an awesome place down the road.
“But how will she know?”
“Pardon?”
“She can’t see.Blind,bless her poor soul.”
I stared at him and the ties incredulously. Blind? Why bother asking me? Y’know what,screw her party at the Hilton’s.She’s so freaking blind she can have it at Taco Bill or Maccas ,i wanted to scream.
But instead,i turned on my heel,and i walked out, cursing silently.
‘Nuff said.
Start from scratch.
“Kimberly, can you please answer my very simple question?,”his voice was in a stoical tone,his eyes darting to his left.Kimberly fumbled in her seat,pulling a loose thread from her patterned skirt.She bit her bottom lip,twiddling her thumbs because apparently pulling a loose thread lost her attention.
He sighed.His grip on the steering wheel tighten,his knuckles getting white.He shot her a look and asked,”Kimberly,I’m asking you again.Why the hell did you do that?” Kimberly looked at him,her eyes innocuous. She sat in a daze,this time shuffling her feet,attempting to click her Manolo’s as if she was Dorothy. I sat back,my ears still intact with the headphones of my iPod.That’s them,with their daily dose of fights,welcome to my pathetic life.
He took one disgusting look at her,and took a deep breath and his shoulders fell.I sighed with relief , thinking he has given up.That's my dad,the one who gives up quickly when he can't nail the headboard of my old bed together,the one who couldn't unscrew the lightbulb because he was vertically challenged ( I'm not vertically challenged,though)But sadly,this was the last straw for my mother.
“KIMBERLY WHY THE HELL?I TOLD YOU HOW MANY BLOODY TIMES? ITS NEVER GOOD FOR YOU,I SWEAR!”He shouted at her,so loud that I dropped my iPod . She looked at him again, blinking innocently. His attention wasn’t on the busy highway,it was on her,the face of my blur and dazzed mother.Her eyes started to tear up,her bottom lip trembling.Dad's face got really red,he breathe heavily.
The car started swaying left and right,he not giving a damn if we banged into a tree or a divider,because he proudly told us and his mates that this bloody car had 6 airbags.Little did I know,that the airbags didn’t help.
But it was too late.
“THE CAR!”I shouted,seeing he was not paying attention. His face puffed up,his eyebrows so intense,he banged his fist on the horn,a honking sound startling the other vehicles.I leaned forward,trying to take the steering way and steer us out of complete disaster. But I was too late,before I knew it,he pressed the accelerator to hard,the car pressing forward so fast,that he couldn’t press the brake in time,We screamed in unison,where he buried his heads into his hands.I did the same,whispering a short but compact prayer to God that we will be save and the last thing I saw was the lopsided smile on my mother’s face.
“Agatha,this is B28.We have three,, en route. Car banged into the side railing of Bentton Bridge.ETA 3 minutes,clear.”
“Copy B28.Please advise condition,Clear”
“Copy Agatha.Advise one female,thirty nine years.Two males, 43 years and 18 years.18 years severe head inuries,trauma with decreased level of consciousness and heartbeat is not constant.Serious lacerate area on throat.Heavy bleeding fom throat,over.”
“Copy B28.Trauma Two will meet you at the gate,over.”
"Charts please."she asked the paramedic on charge,while she was wheeling the crash cart to the trauma room.He passed her the chart.But she didn't need the chart anymore,because once when she saw what was piercing thru his throat,the bleeding from his head,she wasn't sure that he might live.
He sighed.His grip on the steering wheel tighten,his knuckles getting white.He shot her a look and asked,”Kimberly,I’m asking you again.Why the hell did you do that?” Kimberly looked at him,her eyes innocuous. She sat in a daze,this time shuffling her feet,attempting to click her Manolo’s as if she was Dorothy. I sat back,my ears still intact with the headphones of my iPod.That’s them,with their daily dose of fights,welcome to my pathetic life.
He took one disgusting look at her,and took a deep breath and his shoulders fell.I sighed with relief , thinking he has given up.That's my dad,the one who gives up quickly when he can't nail the headboard of my old bed together,the one who couldn't unscrew the lightbulb because he was vertically challenged ( I'm not vertically challenged,though)But sadly,this was the last straw for my mother.
“KIMBERLY WHY THE HELL?I TOLD YOU HOW MANY BLOODY TIMES? ITS NEVER GOOD FOR YOU,I SWEAR!”He shouted at her,so loud that I dropped my iPod . She looked at him again, blinking innocently. His attention wasn’t on the busy highway,it was on her,the face of my blur and dazzed mother.Her eyes started to tear up,her bottom lip trembling.Dad's face got really red,he breathe heavily.
The car started swaying left and right,he not giving a damn if we banged into a tree or a divider,because he proudly told us and his mates that this bloody car had 6 airbags.Little did I know,that the airbags didn’t help.
But it was too late.
“THE CAR!”I shouted,seeing he was not paying attention. His face puffed up,his eyebrows so intense,he banged his fist on the horn,a honking sound startling the other vehicles.I leaned forward,trying to take the steering way and steer us out of complete disaster. But I was too late,before I knew it,he pressed the accelerator to hard,the car pressing forward so fast,that he couldn’t press the brake in time,We screamed in unison,where he buried his heads into his hands.I did the same,whispering a short but compact prayer to God that we will be save and the last thing I saw was the lopsided smile on my mother’s face.
“Agatha,this is B28.We have three,, en route. Car banged into the side railing of Bentton Bridge.ETA 3 minutes,clear.”
“Copy B28.Please advise condition,Clear”
“Copy Agatha.Advise one female,thirty nine years.Two males, 43 years and 18 years.18 years severe head inuries,trauma with decreased level of consciousness and heartbeat is not constant.Serious lacerate area on throat.Heavy bleeding fom throat,over.”
“Copy B28.Trauma Two will meet you at the gate,over.”
"Charts please."she asked the paramedic on charge,while she was wheeling the crash cart to the trauma room.He passed her the chart.But she didn't need the chart anymore,because once when she saw what was piercing thru his throat,the bleeding from his head,she wasn't sure that he might live.
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Meh,i think this is my 4th blog! o_O
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but nvm that,HELLO!
Yeah,this blog is for my upcoming story ( which doesnt have a name yet :l)
Need advice and comments,drop 'em in the box over to your right.
have an awesome day!
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