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--The Two-Minded Gemini--

Whatcha staring at???

Nothing, just thinking…

LIAR!!! It’s fLaMe, isn’t it???

What about fLaMe??? *looks innocently*

HAHAHA!!! Like I don’t know…. *chuckles*

No, seriously.. What bout fLaMe???

Darling, I aint blind… Seeing you guys talk for hours is proof enough..

Now now look… don’t go about making a mountain out of a mole’s hill.. We are good friends.. THAT’S ALL..

FRIENDS??? *rolls on the floor laughing* You call that friends??? In our planet, we call that dating/flirting/etc etc.. ANYTHING else BUT not FRIENDS, dearie…

Yeah yeah you and your far fetched tales.. You pretty well know what happened the last time with him.. So why bring it up now???

That’s exactly my point, darlz… As far as I know, the last time you told me about him, you swore you would never ever have anything to do with him. So, why this sudden rekindling of “friendship”???

Ahha.. Finally you admit its friendship.. gracias babez… Friends are always meant to keep in touch.. And he is a really nice fren..

fLaMe??? Nice fren??? Interesting.. the last time I checked, your opinion about him was far far different from the word nice.. anyhow, continue.. Im interested…

La La La… you and your never ending crap… Hell yeah, I like him… But…

WAIT!!!!!!!!!! Like??? There’s another lexicon that you’re overlooking.. I don’t think its like.. I think its that four lettered contagious word starting with a L..

STOP!!! Gosh, you’re really getting out of hand.. Fine.. I don’t deny that I do love him but

Yippieeeeee.. finally she says it like it’s meant to be..

Will ya let me finish???

Ok ok chill babez.. go on…

I don’t deny that I do love him but loving and wanting to be in a relationship is different..

Hmmm…

I do love him n I care for him and it’s fun talking to him… He makes me happy, sad, angry and even jealous all in one conversation

Jealous??? Lol interesting.. carry on

Can ya stop picking on me and just listen???

FINEEEE!!!

Haha that’s better.. so yeah, I do like talking to him but I sense its getting a lil addictive now and I am trying to break free from this addiction.. I really am… I don’t want history repeating again…

Hahah.. good for you… But, how does he feel about all this???

Well, he has changed..

Who, fLaME???

Yes, fLaMe.. He seems to be more interested in developing his career and becoming someone successful in life… More focused with his responsibility which I find is really good.. finally, he has seen the light and its good for him..

Lol, you sure?? As far as I can remember, this aint the first time he has said all this.

Nah, I think this time he really is…He’s got a job, two in fact and is working really hard.. Doesn’t speak/flirt with gals.. lol

Wakakaka.. Now are you SURE, realy really SURE about that????

That’s what he told me…

Lol, I knew it..

Nah, I trust him…

Not again.. *groans* when will you ever ever grow up and learn from mistakes???

Hey, you cant’s blame me.. Love is blind…

LoooooooooL.. tell me something I don’t know, babez…

Hmm.. neway its always wise to give people a second chance???

Wowie.. so does this mean you’re gonna give him a second chance?? I mean, your relationship a second chance???

No, I meant the trust part…That relationship road is a NO ENTRY thingy for me.. Sad but I guess that’s the best decision for both of us.. I don’t wanna jeopardize what I have with him now just for something that even the past has proven cannot work between us…

*smiles* Sometimes, somethings are best left untouched…But…Somehow, I feel this issue aint like that…

Not again!!! Really, that topic is close.. long long ago, CLOSED!!!

Whateva… I just hope you know what are you getting yourself into.. I mean getting US into…I aint prepared to sit and listen to u shed tears and talk to walls again…

U meanie.. how can you say that to me??? hahha.. don’t worry im twenty one and way way more matured now..

*giggles*

I aint kidding.. I know what im doing. Talking to him makes me happy and that’s about it.. nothing more, nothing less….

Well, good luck hun.. Hope things work out fine this time.. ciou bella..

*smiles*

*when one becomes two*

When escalators became mean, humiliation-creating machines….

Ever ever everrrr had your worst fears staring right at you n there u are, glued top the spot, without knowing what to do???

WHERE’S THE EXIT DOOR WHEN YOU REALLY NEED IT???

Hell yeah, that’s how I felt yesterday…

It’s a well known fact that I have a ‘thing’ for escalators.. NOT a crush but the total opposite – PHOBIA..

Rite, go ahead n start chuckling but that’s just it.. im terrified of escalators.. I’d rather walk down hundreds and hundreds of stairs rather than go down an escalator..

p/s – going up aint that bad.. its the going down that scares the hell out of me…

Back to the story…

Here I am, standing right at the top of the escalator.. my parents are down, waiting for me to come down…my mum pretty well knows how scared am I of escalators.. but seing that there wasn’t any lift to go to the basement, there stood the escalator, looking at me with its wild eyes and sharp yellow coated teeth going – CHOP CHOP im OUT TO GET YOU!!!

Standing there for a good 5 minutes, looking frantically for any other way, some way just anything to get out of this spot,it was than my dad realized that I wasn’t beside him… N thus started the drama…

MUM :- She cant’s come down…Scared of the escalator..

DAD:- What?? Eh, come down now.. Don’t embarrass me..

ME:- (standing there, giggling cluelessly) ß god knows y do I giggle when I get scolding??? *wonders*

So, my mum comes up the escalator, followed by my dad…

HOORAY!!! Finally, we would be finding some other way to go out…

Alas, my happiness was shortlived.. Dad was never someone who would take NO for an answer..

Dad :- Look here, just put one step n the other leg will just follow.. Don’t look down..

And off he went, down the escalator..

I sttod there, trying my usual way of couting 1,2,3 n jump.. but this escalator was so high.. My legs were GLUED!!!

Whispering to mum, “Mummy, I really cannot.. Please lets find some lift or something”

Mum :- Shamini, pls la.. just go.. Appa will scold ok..

And yet, with fear growing in me by the second, I stood there…

People who were decending, gave me that “LOOK”.

If only I could just evaporate or disappear.. My dad, realizing that I was still at the top, came up again..

Dad :- Your reflexs action is that bad ah?? People will laugh at you. Just put one step..

Again,. Intending to demonstrate, he got on the escalator and went down hoping that I would have followed his footsteps but in vain.

The more I started down, hoping to somehow just get on the escalator, the more IT stared back at me, with his evil eyes and razor sharp teeth… I could hear my brain screaming HELP!!! But all I could do was just stand there…

By this time, my dad had gone down and come up again almost 5 times… I sensed an outburst of rage coming real soon… I had to do something ASAP if I wanted to avoid public-scolding…But by that time, I was feeling sick to my stomach.

ME :- Mummy, im feeling giddy. Really I cannot la.. Pleaseeee…

Mum :- She is feeling giddy it seems..There’s no other lift ah?

DAD :- She has to learn. If she doesn’t learn this today, she can never overcome anything in life.

Well, that’s is.. There was no way I was going to leave Prangin Mall without getting on that EVIL escalator…

SO….

Finally, I held on my mum’s hand and decided to step down.. After counting from 1-10, I managed to move my icy cold feet that had seem to be glued to the floor and stepped on the escalator..

But just like my dad said – BAD REFLEXS..BAD COORDINATION.. or whatever it is..

As feared, I landed, bottom first on the escalator..

Some passer by :- Dia terjatuh la..

Oh yeah, only then did I realize that not only did I caused such great ignominy by not wanting to get on escalator and falling and hurting my leg, but i had provided 20 minutes of drama and humor to the passer by’s in the mall..

NEVER EVER AM I STEPPING MY FOOT IN PRANGING.. NO!! NADA!! NEVER!!! EVER EVER EVER!!!

Fear is after all meant to be left as FEAR n not to be tackled as if life’s a football field and FEAR is my opposition team… *giggles*

*Who ever who came up with escalators, out to be shot down*