Story | I See It Coming

Time rolls. Twenty seasons had passed, and things seem unchanged, yet... landscape was no longer the same.

I felt so old. I felt so gross. Not that being old is gross, but it is, a complicated feeling. I did push myself towards a direction that I intended and wanted to go, however I had missed out on observing things that I used to be very obsessed about.

I guess I'm doing good? Subtly fighting for equality and visibility, stopping ignorance and stupidity among privileged groups.

I don't know what and how am I supposed to feel. Good, or perhaps bad? Too many things flied inbound towards my body yesterday.

2011/03/16

Story | Perhaps Coffee the Next Time

I knew you existed, but where and when, I was not assure of.

There were vague evident of your inhabitance, however it was just a few piece of white paper scattered over the land. Landscape of emptiness. No labels, no books, no rolls of 36" wide drawings indicating you, as the occupier of the particular space.

I went away for further knowledge, came back and saw you. The upside down triangle. The perfectly toned body hiding behind those layers of clothes in different texture, with patterned underwear peeking out of the blue jeans... I feel, umm, very... I don't know. I'm not sure if I can't describe or even, umm, articulate. I definitely did not feel ashamed, yet I questioned myself for my motives.

Offering yellow candy? Perhaps you'll feel my generosity of love? It was awkward tapping your left shoulder and talking to you, when the psychiatrist was consulting his client right beside us. The black laptop pausing on a song, earphones off. Thanks? I took my bag and left, through the long flight of stairs and down to the river.

Bus ride through the small town was long. Sitting at the glazed shelter seemed silent, even with numerous people muttering their boring life right next to me. Life seems not exactly promising. The green piece of magnetic cardboard was stamped - there I aboard the vehicle back to reality.


2011/03/18

Story | Mid of March

Wonderful things can happen all at once, or not.

Sublime recycles every 3 years, I believe. Miracles, or I should said pleasant coincidences, all take place in a day of March while I was dying from exhaustion. Perhaps the happiness was granted as an energy shot for the drained-out body of mine? Certainly the surprises were nice; they made me giggle like a pre-teen encountering the first puppy love.

I supposed.


2011/03/18