Her handphone beeps. Its the latest tone she switched it to--simply a low key, beep. She jumps to the soft beep, (her jump being relatively unproportionate to the weak beep) and snatches the phone ferociously from its innocent stand -- in mixed emotions.

It's from him. She smiles in relief. She's not being ignored, thankfully, as she's supposed to be the one ignoring.

Reading his message (oh hell, can't he call!?!?!), an obviously unsatisfactory reply to her minute demands, the end of her lips succumb to gravity. She grits her teeth. Her muscles tense. She pouts an angry pout and takes a deep breath, then mutters through her clamped teeth, "Bastard.."

Seizing this god given golden opportunity, she puts her handphone back on the stand, and gives a triumphant sneer -- for having the chance to ignore him. Lord, such dominance is simply sweeet.

Jumping back into bed, this time with a leap of triumph, she starts thinking how unfair it is. How she has put so much effort into this much frowned upon relationship by others, but yet, all he gave was effort into coming up with flowery language, but no action. She wittingly, in a fit (literally, fit) of anger, labels him NATO : No Action Talk Only. He should feel damned honoured to have such a title that fits him like skin.


I recline in my sandbag and revel in this childish exchange of emotions that's going through my best friend -- all envious.



Thanks mint for the inspiration! wahaha..bet you found somethings familiar.
Anyway, would like to remind you guys that hey, most (though not all) of the emotions are fabricated, much to your dismay.