There's only yes
Only tonight
We must let go
To know what's right
No other course
No other way
No day but today
I can't control
(Control your temper)
My destiny
(She doesn't see)
I trust my soul
(Who says that there is a soul)
My only goal is just to be
(Just let me be)
There's only now
There's only here
Give in to love or live in fear
No other path
No other way
No day but today
Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Caramel Macchiato
"I love caramel macchiato. I love to suck off the caramel on top of the foam right after they give me the drink."
"Is it really that good." A wonders.
"It is. I love caramel." D put the mug down and looked at A.
"well... I am not caramel macchiato. Stop looking at me."
"Is it really that good." A wonders.
"It is. I love caramel." D put the mug down and looked at A.
"well... I am not caramel macchiato. Stop looking at me."
Sunday, May 18, 2008
The Bedroom in my dream
When I am lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake, I will feel like I am still in that bedroom, the bedroom that no longer exists in the way I remember it.
To my right, you could see a weird storage place piled with some of his clothes, if the view were not blocked by him. In summer you could even hear the air-conditioner buzzing annoyingly from the left side. Above my head, there hung two picture frames with 6 pictures of us. They are my gift to him on one of his birthdays.
When I sat up, I could see a French window well hidden behind the curtains, letting in some morning light. An end table was placed close to my feet, with my notebook computer and an ostrich egg lamp on it, along with several other chargers all tangled up. Behind the end table there was a laundry basket, full of his clothes, burying an electric mosquito racket.
On the right side of the room against the wall, there were two wooden shelves and a metal shelf. We put our things on and around the shelves. Above the shelves, there was a picture of colorful flowers. At the corner between the French window and the metal shelf, there was a big picture-frame screen, with photos of our wonderful and memorable trips. It is a gift to me on one of my birthdays.
When I got out of the bed and stood up, I could feel a carper underneath my feet. He bought it to keep our feet from the cold floor in winter.
And then I walked towards the bedroom door for the last time, and closed the door behind me. When I open the bedroom door again, the room is not there any more. He is not there any more.
To my right, you could see a weird storage place piled with some of his clothes, if the view were not blocked by him. In summer you could even hear the air-conditioner buzzing annoyingly from the left side. Above my head, there hung two picture frames with 6 pictures of us. They are my gift to him on one of his birthdays.
When I sat up, I could see a French window well hidden behind the curtains, letting in some morning light. An end table was placed close to my feet, with my notebook computer and an ostrich egg lamp on it, along with several other chargers all tangled up. Behind the end table there was a laundry basket, full of his clothes, burying an electric mosquito racket.
On the right side of the room against the wall, there were two wooden shelves and a metal shelf. We put our things on and around the shelves. Above the shelves, there was a picture of colorful flowers. At the corner between the French window and the metal shelf, there was a big picture-frame screen, with photos of our wonderful and memorable trips. It is a gift to me on one of my birthdays.
When I got out of the bed and stood up, I could feel a carper underneath my feet. He bought it to keep our feet from the cold floor in winter.
And then I walked towards the bedroom door for the last time, and closed the door behind me. When I open the bedroom door again, the room is not there any more. He is not there any more.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Key Moment
Walking upstairs, A fumbled in his left pocket for something, without a word, without a gesture to D.
D would just walk silently ahead, trying to get to the fifth floor as quickly as possible and at the same time requesting A to follow up as closely as possible.
After reaching the fifth floor, D just stood there without doing anything, apparently waiting for something to happen, waiting for the door to open, and waiting to get into the apartment.
A took out a chain of keys from his pocket with ease and, without a word, quickly put the right key into the keyhole on the outer door, and then another key into the keyhole on the inner door. Within a few seconds, they were both inside the apartment, a place that stores countless and countless of wonderful memories for A and D.
A really hates to leave this warm and lovely location.
D would just walk silently ahead, trying to get to the fifth floor as quickly as possible and at the same time requesting A to follow up as closely as possible.
After reaching the fifth floor, D just stood there without doing anything, apparently waiting for something to happen, waiting for the door to open, and waiting to get into the apartment.
A took out a chain of keys from his pocket with ease and, without a word, quickly put the right key into the keyhole on the outer door, and then another key into the keyhole on the inner door. Within a few seconds, they were both inside the apartment, a place that stores countless and countless of wonderful memories for A and D.
A really hates to leave this warm and lovely location.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
OVER
It's over. After one month, I suddenly realized that it is really over. There is no hope in making amends of any sort. When one person made the decision, the other had to follow, without any veto rights, without any say in this decision.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Story Five
"What time is it?"
"It is almost 11:30," A looked at his watch while enjoying the breeze that had left some invisible dimples on the pool in his university.
"I really like the printer that I bought today...well even though they haven't sent it to me yet."
"It is late now. Do you still want to catch the last MRT back?"
"It's okay. We can sit here as long as you want," D sat back, glancing far beyond the dark pool, surrounded by the remorseful willows.
"Now you've got a printer and ADSL. Life will be good."
"Surely it will. I am so happy that I will be able to use the Internet at home. I don't need to go an Internet cafe."
A enjoyed the moment of sitting here with this stranger that he just met a week beforehand.
"It is almost 11:30," A looked at his watch while enjoying the breeze that had left some invisible dimples on the pool in his university.
"I really like the printer that I bought today...well even though they haven't sent it to me yet."
"It is late now. Do you still want to catch the last MRT back?"
"It's okay. We can sit here as long as you want," D sat back, glancing far beyond the dark pool, surrounded by the remorseful willows.
"Now you've got a printer and ADSL. Life will be good."
"Surely it will. I am so happy that I will be able to use the Internet at home. I don't need to go an Internet cafe."
A enjoyed the moment of sitting here with this stranger that he just met a week beforehand.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Switch
I groped for the switch in the bathroom, but couldn't find it. Oh it's not on the wall inside, but outside. I forgot again.
I wish my emotions could be like a switch. I could just turn it on and off whenever I want. And there is not just one switch, but many of them, each one in charge of a specific emotion or mental feeling. When I love, I turn the LOVE one on; when I don't want to love, I turn the LOVE one off.
It is, however, not that simple. Emotions are like rivers. They keep running and running, sometimes fast and sometime slow; sometimes flooding and sometimes drying up. They will remain there, but they may have different amount of water, or take a different route after hundreds of years.
I wish my emotions could be like a switch. I could just turn it on and off whenever I want. And there is not just one switch, but many of them, each one in charge of a specific emotion or mental feeling. When I love, I turn the LOVE one on; when I don't want to love, I turn the LOVE one off.
It is, however, not that simple. Emotions are like rivers. They keep running and running, sometimes fast and sometime slow; sometimes flooding and sometimes drying up. They will remain there, but they may have different amount of water, or take a different route after hundreds of years.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Story Four
"What do you want for dinner?"
"I don't know," said A, while tightening the screws for the top of the computer desk.
"Well, pick a place. Then we will go there," said D.
"Do you wanna try Witch House?" said A.
"Sure. We can go there."
"I am starving already. It's almost 7 and we haven't even finished assembling the desk."
"We can go eat first if you want."
"No, we finish this first. It'll be very quick."
"Thank you so much for doing this for me. I would not be able to figure this out by myself."
"No problem."
"I don't know," said A, while tightening the screws for the top of the computer desk.
"Well, pick a place. Then we will go there," said D.
"Do you wanna try Witch House?" said A.
"Sure. We can go there."
"I am starving already. It's almost 7 and we haven't even finished assembling the desk."
"We can go eat first if you want."
"No, we finish this first. It'll be very quick."
"Thank you so much for doing this for me. I would not be able to figure this out by myself."
"No problem."
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