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Friday, March 19, 2010
Al sticked up her earphones. In the mere knowledge of how this day was just another bad day like she had predicted, she scoffed, picked another song by Paramore and walked. Like always. Rewinding the tape in her head, she played that day’s scenario all over again.
She woke up.
Got a shower.
Put on some cutting-edge outfit to impress her classmates.
And walked. and walked.
And played the same old role, the same old smile, the same old pretenses. The day went by, same old Al. She scoffed again, kicked some gravels as she strolled down the narrow path to her house and tried to let it go.
She almost couldn’t hear it.
Al stopped short. She removed one of her earphones and looked around. “Hello?” she stretched her ears, trying to listen. Usually, she never had been so bold. Her iPod was almost like her sanctuary, immersing her thoughts in rhymes and loud guitar sounds. Somehow, today was different.
“Hello? Anybody here?”
Al almost jumped backwards when she saw him—or it. A tall figure. A very colorful tall figure, was standing in front of her, grinning. It had hair like a very strange rainbow-flavored cotton candy. Its teeth were white, with a hint of pink gloss all over it. It was wearing a suit, a green jacket and yellow trousers. Its big red shoes looked like it belongs to Ronald McDonald. Its posture was… masculine, with a touch of vanity. Maybe it was fair to say that IT was a man. A slender man, bold in appearance but gentle in his gaze. He was standing with his hands behind his back, as if he was holding confettis and was ready to throw them at Al.
She was uncertain as to how to respond. She just stared.
“Aren’t you going to greet me back?” asked the man.
“I only greet whom I know.” Al answered. Her eyes fixed on his dark blue iris. The darkest color she could find in him.
“Well, what’s your name?” he asked calmly, in a cheery voice, almost like a voice of a seventeen-year-old boy who has just reached puberty. But Al was sure she could detect depth in his tone.
“Alana.” She said. “Who are you?”
“Well,” he started circling her. “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”
Al scowled. “Did you just quote The Beatles to me?”
“I don’t know, did I?” he stopped moving, leaning his face against hers.
“Okay,” Al pulled back, started to walk away. She plugged her earphone back to her left ear and cranked up the volume. She didn’t have time to indulge a mad man.
But then again, there was something intriguing about him. Something… more. And as she hasten her steps, she could hear a distant voice in her head.
“We’ll be seeing each other.” A deep, heavy voice.
Al looked back for the last time, to find that the man was gone.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
as I stroll through the last days of term break, I'm beginning to feel the bittersweet sensation. of parting from the boring days i've had, and of greeting new days; scary and chaotic. i guess.. what i really feel is.. dissatisfaction. disappointment. oh well.
wash me clean, will anyone? from distant memories of fantasies, of possibilities. as reality begins to show its new dawn, my dreams falter into dusk.
i'm keeping them in a tiny little box. where they don't matter anymore. where all they can do is slumber. until one day, maybe one day, i'll come and open the box, walk the walk through the flame again.
my visa in Pandora has expired. i'm taking an Ikran out of here. and i'm okay. i will be, at least. ;)
What do they even mean? Are they fragments of yourself, trying to get out? Or divine interventions?
What does it mean, when you dream about something so often you forgot to keep count? Does it mean that you want something so much that it affects your subconscious? Or was it just a fragment of the things you think about right before you go to sleep?
Dreams and dreams themselves are reminders.
Of what you've forgotten.
Of your wants and needs.
Of the things you want to forget.
Of the things you've missed, and the things you're missing.
Of something.. slightly out of reach.