All About My Nothings

writerscafe.org Just a friendly reminder, so no one behaves like they didn't know: Running commentary all through In The Angel's Grasp: Zhengqing had a very delicious dinner of meat, vegetables and warm soup. It was very much nicer than the usual fast food lunch.  Yin Ting ate with him, and he had was a little worried that she didn’t eat on her own and remained hungry waiting for him. But she laughed and said she ate a snack earlier in the evening to pad her stomach. Zhengqing nodded satisfied, ‘I am usually late leaving work, so please remember to eat first.’ He said Yin Ting placed her chopsticks down and regarded him with a serious expression on her face. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked confused. Yin Ting smiled and said softly, ‘Before now, when you came home, when you ate, when you sleep were all decided by you. There was no one to manage you. But now you have a girlfriend (Zuben: Who will manage you) and later you will be married with children. Do you alw

Tenshaen Garden, Uwajima. japan-guide.com It was late when Zhengqing finally brought Yin Ting home. They hadn’t gone anywhere else, they just sat in the parking lot starring at each other, giggling and kissing. Zhengqing was of the mind that a kiss was a very good thing; sweet, pleasant and intimate. When he kissed Yin Ting, she blushed and her eyes twinkled, her lips were soft and supple, and her every reaction told him that she liked him and she liked his kisses. This filled him with self-satisfaction and contentment. (Zuben: You haven’t done anything yet) He was glad that he had spent his thirty-three years, working hard and had had no time to care for himself, otherwise he would be married with children and would never met have her. He was thankful for her broken bicycle, although, that day was rather embarrassing, but it brought into his life the kind angel who gave him a red thread of love. (Zuben: Urgh)                                He felt the hand of fate, tha

This is an oil painting from aliexpress.com. I got it as a nail decal! In Your World of Two, there's Only Room for You ♬: After their pleasant dinner, the two new lovers went for a walk. They walked slowly down the busy street. There was a lively atmosphere on the street. The neon lights looked even brighter, and the people were smiling even wider. (Zuben: I guess we’re overlooking the homeless and poor here.  Ah lovu) And though the evening was overcast and there were no stars to see, nor the moon, it did not affect the feelings of the pair. They walked along silently holding hands. They went past a shop, where Yin Ying stopped. In the window display stood a male and female mannequin wearing thick jackets lattice wool scarves around their neck. Yin Ting wasn’t looking at the mannequins, she was looking at their reflection. Zhengqing stood tall beside her; her hand in his. He was head and shoulders taller than she was. His posture was tall, straight and dignif

‘I was just admiring them, I don’t think cute things suit me though,’ Matilda said, slightly uncomfortable that she was exposed. ‘Don’t be silly, cute things would absolutely suit you.’ ‘Yes, let’s try it.’ Another person said ‘Oh no, let’s not!’ she said, she became flustered. (Zuben: You’re the future queen right?) ‘There is a distance between what you like and what you actually have, it’s dark.’ Julia, the chief of staff, clapped her hands loudly, ‘Everyone! We have lost track of what we’re doing.’ They all quieted down. ‘Let’s put down what we have discussed so far. We will note the things that Princess Matilda is interested in pursuing and leave the rest to his Majesty. Agata, please take notes,’ She did not like flamboyant clothes. She did like cute things like small accessories. She was interested in Barenshiaga handicraft industry and other speciality craft. She was interested in post war redevelopment, education, service and welfare. She was inte

Mele is mesmerized by our Christmas tree - Peter Liu. PeterLiu47.com Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas ♬ : On the night of the twenty third, Zhengqing called Yin Ting and informed her that he was booked on a flight at noon the next day. Yin Ting screamed excitedly down the phone, Zhengqing could not help but laugh. Then she sighed and said, ‘The cooking lessons have not been successful, otherwise I would have personally made you a romantic western style meal.’ (Zuben: What? Steak and potatoes?) ‘Ah that’s alright, thank you for the thought,’ he said a little nervously, ‘Is my kitchen okay?’ ‘Yes, it’s done. I got the work rushed and it was finished today,’ she replied as she made effort to recall whether there were other damages to his house. She’ll have to look through tomorrow and check again. ‘I will land at two o’ clock, but I will have to go to the office first and give my report and hand in the documents. Then I’ll come home.’ He told her. ‘Alright, I th