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Empty house on the mountain in winter

It's been a while since i last blogged. The other day we were talking about blogging, me and Cathy, and i talked about the last blog i wrote about a story in winter time. She was surprised. She told me there was no story about anything about winter. Puzzled, i asked her what was the last thing i wrote in the blog. She remembered it's about a letter to Jin. That i could remember. Then i asked again, if she really didn't read anything about Jin and Rina, about their childhood, teenage time, the difficulties in relationship and the fall out? All the while with the story sets in white winter in suburb of some winter country. No. Cathy confirmed. Three months later. 1:21 AM. Lying on bed in the dark, in the room used to be my sister's i started to think about the story. The story that was never written, suddenly came to live. Images of the story. Not the birds that flu branches to branches in the white wood as i looked up the forest opening. Not the fox and rabbit, there

Hidden Letter

Dear Jin, I don't know if these words would get to you, but if you are reading this, i must have already long gone. I told you before i want to have a life with you together in the city. While you study in the best university in the country, i would work in a convenient store, or as waitress in a restaurant. We would live together. I would learn to cook your favorite dishes that i so suck at. When you work hard in busy schedules, i would wait for you to come home no matter how late it would be. Sorry that i did what i did to you. Sorry that i have betrayed you. I broke your heart. Nothing i could say to explain to you how much i wanted us to live a life together, till we are getting older and older until the end of time, i still do, always do. But i was not able to go with you. I knew i had to leave soon. So soon, so much sooner. Deep down i really don't want you to find this letter. I don't want to break your heart for the second time. I don't know why i'm writin

Superficial Symbolism vs. Connection

By the sidewalk we sat together side by side, smoking Marlboro Ice. Not in the bar, not in a cafe and not at the Starbucks that were just not too far beside us where we sat. In front of us were supposed to be a water splashing fountain that had been switched off at that hour. Not many pedestrian but just cars drove passed us rushing to go somewhere. Lights are switching off one by one. I went to x-ray again the other day, she said, while looking at the dried fountain, then she continued, The image shows it's getting bigger. It's that why there is a cut mark on your wrist? I ventured. It could be benign i said. There is constant pain in me. She replied, her palm pressed against her lower stomach. A cut could be a distraction. Can i take a closer look at the mark on your wrist? i asked. What does it matter? She dismissed my request. Away, her hand holding the cigarette. Out of sight. No. I'm just thinking. Everyone has the tendency to end their own life. Some peop

Enter q2012

2011 was full, yet empty. Things has come and gone. Business rising, business fell. Restaurant open and bankrupt. There are baby born and people died. Relationship was formed and deteriorated. Only sun rise and set without fail. Time is a relentless freight train gliding on track without friction, it won't slow down but only accelerate. 2012 has exhausted life it's life span. The rest of the year is like a breeze. The year is entering q2012

V girl friend

That crimson red pupils is strange that i have never seen, Long silver hair shines like cleaver's edge, Smooth silky skins illuminates in moonlight, Hint of fangs peek from lips, like children crave for sweets, You are a rare beauty from outer world, You are strong that makes me feels like wind and dust, You are hard to die but i die protecting you, Such a dominating pride you have, yet a warm heart i knew, Some times you are so scary, but eventually you are only just a girl i love.

I will be close by, i promise

Even though sun was very bright in that morning, it felt incredibly warm. It might be caused by the sea breeze. Or it might be caused by the silence. I had been sitting on the white sand for quite a while now, staring into the ocean. Occasionally, there were sail boats appeared at far edge of blue. I spaced out a few times and the sail boats were still there. From where i was sitting, she used to be just a few inches away. She will always be at the distance, where, if i stretch out my hand over, i could touch her. I always wondered what she was thinking at the moment like this, sitting beside me, staring at the ocean together. Did i bore you? I asked her once. It was one of those day when we were still teenagers. No, why would i be bored by you? She answered me quickly, shaking her head. Strains of her short hair covered part of her face because of wind, but i knew she was smiling when she answered. For an instant at that moment, i thought i could smell the scent of shampoo. It

Odd

Odd is odd because one acts not conforming to widely acceptance social behavior. What is being widely acceptance? Peoples perspective is only bounded by their limited knowledge and experience therefore it is narrow. Thus odd is not so odd after all