Perfection is impossible in this chaotic world. That's what they say. For when the days are bright and sunny, rain comes and that ruins the perfect morning. This is the formula that everyone knows about life and this makes us believe that everyone else look at life in the same way.
So, we squeeze our creativity and talent to weave a perfect silk that tells a story of sunny days and storms...
I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.
Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?
I am fading from view.
I am nothing but a flicker.
I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.
I am in the middle of it all just like you.
There are moments between people when something happens, something non-physical, non-verbal, but mystical. It often doesn't make sense within the normal considerations of what usually contributes to such connection with the key factors being time and shared experience.
Unclogging my journal after a long respite is such big relief. It’s finally time to let go of the ridiculous past. Ugly. Monstrous. I want to release it to the wind and let it mix with the air to be purified...
I couldn’t remember how long ago was this...
War. Lost lives. The fire that tears lovers apart. The flames of war are ablaze once again.
“General --- we are losing men. We need you and your troops ---”
Legna sat on his chair and kept on looking at the window. He was pretending to be serious in listening to the captain’s request for back-up.
Loud and crisp!
I pressed SEND then off it went straight to... guess where?
My boss’s YM window!
@#$%... Panic... Panic!
YMs don’t have UNDO button. I wanted to call the Yahoo! Hotline and scream. "Please add UNDO button now!"
Honey! Don't forget your briefcase! I screamed down the hallway. I looked around the corner, but Hank had already left. Damn! Now he is going to call home when he gets to the office and berate me on how he forgot his briefcase. I had gotten used to being blamed for his forgetful mind. Oh well. I could feel the steam from the bathroom coming out into the hallway. Shit! I'm going to lose all my hot water!
Your former chat addiction? Your former love? Your macking partner?
The talker that dared to be different blazed the trail for the talker scene in the early 1996 by melding club and music elements.
Your former chat addiction?
Your former love?
Your macking partner?
Just goes to show that in the middle of nowhere, you'll find hell. It disguises itself as a bus stopover, and you will never miss it. This is just as predictable as the bus driver from hell. Just as unavoidable, the floors are sticky and the swivelling painted plastic chairs squeak.
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