Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Coffee that you drink


Minutes ago she received a missed call. Then again the phone rang.

"Why are you not picking up that call?", i said with a bit of annoyance from the face.


"Just let him call until he dies reaching me.. I hate what he did!", she said angrily.

9.. 10.. 15 missed calls. We were walking away from the small resto.

I don't know what he have done but i think she was wrong. Communication is another way for a relationship to grow and prosper and yet she is putting a wall on it. I cannot judge her for I'm not in her shoes but i know for sure this is a good way to start a fight. She is sending signals of war.

I cannot resist myself but to ask her.

"Whats wrong with the two of you? what did he do that made you mad?"

With a frown and a snob look she answered, "He ordered me the wrong coffee..."

Monday, August 9, 2010

I walk at Noon



"Yes! Im back from the grave", i admitted.

I have been dead from several months. Lost of interest perhaps? Or creative block? Whatever the reason, one thing is certain, i was never felt.

"Are you coming with me?" Yuan asked.

I was snap back to earth and turn my head. At that moment i removed my glance from the wall.

"Of course! i rather have the walk than to stay here alone", i replied.

Then we walk the streets without minding the heat. Summer is not the good time to stroll especially at noon. Temperature can be so high and it can grill you alive. What do you expect? Middle Eastern country where oil is abundant, dessert and scourging heat of the sun. You can never complain why the sun is so high and the clouds are now where to found. I choose to walk at noon, i choose my own agony and pain, i choose my life.