Stay here with me

By the time they arrived, invaded human, inhaled the air and drank the water, they were doomed. For all the most advanced weapon of human have failed, who would have guessed that the tiniest micro-organisms on earth was the factor of human victory. Them, who decided human is the ultimate being to still stay in this world. Our world.

As tribute to "The Dancing Diva", the next short story is coming up..

I have never heard of love over the night. That happens when, out of the sudden, over a night, you wake up from sleep and develop a special feeling to some one you have hardly seen or known. Some one who lives almost a world apart, whom in your entire life may only see on the tv. However this special feeling is so volatile that it is washing itself away bit by bit in hours. In that case, i resolved to write it down here.

Twenty six degree celcius today, as i was walking down the street to catch a bus. I wondered is there air-condition in the bus, no such luck. People live in this country, being able to live through the cold weather is part of the objectives, who will install air-condition to "Extend" the winter. I wonder is there air-condition in subway system, no such luck. Again, who will even bother to extend the winter suffering. After all, the whole subway system is built under the city, that is the best heat modulation. Not too cold and not too hot.

When the night darken, i will sink into my invincible space battle ship. We are living in an unspecified century in the future when human kind resolve to live in space forever, searching for new home to go back go. On our way, we encounter enemy. One by one we eliminate the enemies and move forward in our endless journey. Galaxy is vast and boundless, stars are so big and bright outside the window. It's almost unbelievable; human, as tiny as an ants can survive and live harmonically in this dark, and cold eternity.

I can tell when i'm in a dream, some times when i was in a bad dream. The common guide (or rather, a trick) to identify if you are in a dream is to pinch yourself, however who would think about doing that when they are dreaming. I would. I remember there was once i witnessed to a plane crash while i was on the plane. On the plane with my secondary school friends we were going to a trip in South Africa. The vivid green jungle zoomed in fast in front of us like from the movie on big panoramic cinema screen, and it came the river like a twirling python. We were going to crash. Falling fast thirty thousands feets from the sky. It is such a horrifying feeling thinking that you are going to die, and it is no other people but you, on such a low probability of dying from plane crash. Some how i was aware of the non-reality, i told my horrified friends who was unfortunately also in scene that this is just a dream of mine. I still remember they shot me a look of disbelieve then their express...

It is going to be a record breaking snow volume at this rate, after forty years since the last record was set. It has been nearly twenty four hour since the clear sky breaking into the horizon, the white sky will last another 10 hours or so, according to the weather man. People start to get sick of the terrible weather, is it supposed to be spring now?

Heavy snow fall was flooding the view as i observed out of the window, only a few cars parked in the parking space. Car cruising on the highway were scarse. It was already 6:03PM, long gone the day of winter, yet the light was surprisingly bright in the sky. Snow danced wildly in the wind under the street lamp. TV was showing a classical Americans save the day film; The Independence Day. What a suitable film to be played on the first day of a new year. Weather forecast said the snow wouldn't stop until the next day. Good weather to start a new year.

We stopped dead in our track in front of the hotel entrance, in the middle of driveway. For the first time i felt like i was standing in the middle of forest in Siberian, except the trees have been replaced with various makes of cars. How is this possible? Is this for real? How could this animal be existed in place like this? Yet the panting noise of some unknown creature that sounded like wolf panting was getting louder and louder, something inside me was telling me it's moving closer, fast. Yet i couldn't tell how fast it was. It's impossible. Yet it was unmistakable, nothing else could have sounded like this, nothing in my mind registered to this noise. The next thing i thought about was escape plans; no more than 15 steps to our 10 o'clock was the hotel main entrance. If i would to run to the door, the beast would have outran me if it came from in front, before i reached the entrance. I thought about turning back and ran to the side door, which was around 50 steps a...

I finished the meat balls and chicken wings on the plate as i dipped myself in the hot water bathtub as i was reading Sputnik Sweetheart . I quenched the last drop of light cider in the glass. The after taste of the meat ball, chicken wings and light cider lingered in my mouth for a moment. Tasted like steam Jackfruit seed.

Surprised i was, looking at the last post date of my last story "State of chaotic and my dear", It has already been one year since i last came here. My landlord has changed, some conglomerate took over the place, in fact they took over a lot of things, it's becoming part of "our" life, there is no way anyone could escape from it. Like night deepens engulf everything in it's path. No one could stop it , from getting us .

I haven’t got the urge to write anything recently, it’s not that I was depleted of idea but I just don’t feel like writing anything. Sometimes, I think there is this invisible balance in me; either I’m a writer or am I a forced-to-be-hardcore-work-overtime technical consultant. Consultant is a nice name, but generically consultant does programming, back to the root, IT field I am in. I seem to find myself standing on a wall, wall that separates two sides from me. I will be either at one side or the other side of the wall. However strictly speaking, I could be standing on a pivot point, where the walls extend out in many direction, separate the space into many portions, just imagine a pizza. To have fallen into which side of the wall enclosed space, I have least authority in the decision, or I can say my nature, mind state and my subconscious that decide where I should be. I think it is perfectly logical, for one to have a state of a mind while losing the other, but not completely, it i...

“How is my new hair style?” She asked me, turning her head left and right in slightly slow motion to let me have a good look at it. Very short hair, like boy cut, but she has got long fringe that she brushed to one side of her forehead. “Hmmm, that is quite short, right.” I answered. It didn’t sound like answer at all, more like a question, but the question itself sounded like a detour and finally it back to me again. “Oh, I have forgotten. You like girl with long hair.” She remembered it as a matter of fact. Like something perfectly ordinary that came into her mind as she was suggesting it. I never said anything. The noise of passing crowd filtered into our conversation space. The street of China Town was packed with awful lots of people, where do all these people come from? It is Tuesday; don’t they need to work or something? And the traffic noise continued buzzing along the busy three lane street way, never a second there was silent. “Anyway, I like my hairstyle now. It makes me loo...

“I appreciated you are here. But there are a lot of things I don’t know what to do.” She paused while looking out at the evening ocean. The sun set to the west, evening light shone at the coconut trees and rocks and the hawker stalls, casting shadow upon us. “I’m okay with it. Just don’t worry about anything.” I said, looking at her face while she still had her eyes fixed to the distant horizon then she smiled at me. She picked up a stick from sand just beside the log we were sitting on, whacked it a few times before started to draw something onto the white sand, my name in capital letters. At my turn, I drew her initial just beside my name. She burst into cry. I held her in my arms when she cried. For how long of a time, I wasn’t too sure, my shirt was half drenched with her tears and I could feel her warm breaths rushed to my chest and down to my belly, that it sometimes exchanged with the cooling sea breeze. Sun set upon us, yet nothing turned out our way. Life just goes on with lot...

I never believed in Feng Shui, I have told myself before, but sometimes you just need to compromise and think; could it be coincident or really, the fault of bad Feng Shui. An acquaintance of mine walked into my rented house one time, I remember he was getting something from me which I have forgotten what it was. As I sent him off, we were at the entrance to my house then, he pointed to the ceiling where there was a piece of rotten from water leakage three-ply wood. Water leaks when the rain gets heavy, I explained to his gesture. What is on top? He asked me. Attached bathroom for master bedroom, I replied him. He suggested me to move out from the house as soon as possible, the Feng Shui of the house is not good; indeed it is quite bad, according to him. The last time I met this guy was one and a half year ago, I have even forgotten about this guy until I recalled him recently. Things just connect each other. I’m not superstitious, but just analyzing. My health has not been really good...

I fear of my own birthday. I hope that particular day will disappear once and for all, or if not, it should have fallen to the last day of February – the twenty ninth day, and then it will only appear in the leap year. If it only happens in leap years, then my birthday will not be happening for three quarters of my life, or more, so I will have fewer things to worry about, like a warehouse sales giving unbelievable discount. That is very weird of you, a friend commented at me after I told him about the story of purposeful made to forget birthday . I never elaborated too much to him, because I didn’t understand it too much myself either. I realized that you have to be simple minded person to take it as an ordinary thing and accept it like it always happens to our everyday life, like you don’t know about one thing so you just accept it as it is. I just hate the day, or merely I just afraid of it. It is not I don’t want to grow up or I don’t want to get old. It’s like a black hole and it ...

I started to pick up interest of running on treadmill. I used to exercise myself on air walker though. It is a totally different workout compares to air walker, it gets you all sweating, and it seems like you can burn a lot of calories by running on it. As she joked, it is like fat dripping down your cheek and body, and it feels good to think like that. In a way, it could be just a consolation. The girl beside me was doing some difficult moves on the treadmill: slow down paces, catch up with it then fists out like a boxer, ran sideway with body facing left and then changed to right, backward stepping, and even some moves that resembled dancing with hands stretch out in grace. Not a strange sight, yet it was rare and honestly good for eyes. She did it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. Not much people in the gym though. Along the row of treadmill, there was only me and this treadmill dance girl. Somehow the whole scene reminded me of her, who might be at same time ru...

I finished two random chapters of the book. Not chapter to be precise, rather it was two short stories. The weather has been cooling, a nice day to go out for a walk, but also it can strike someone as gloomy day. Gloomy day, as people will say. Maybe this is the sort of weather I prefer, no sun, but just white light from the sky, filtered through the thick layers of cloud in the sky. Cool breeze rushes through the window into the surrounding now and then, with the air stirring ceiling fan, serenaded by some noisy music, a contradicting blend of the morning at eleven AM. I poured a glass of drinking water and drank it a few sips, feeling the liquid being divided and consumed by every cell in my body. I wondered about the Nine Deaths in Shanghai. I faintly heard drain cleaning sound from the back of my house. It is already the end of September.

The ants, one follows another, hundreds or thousands of them heading somewhere, forming an uneven dotted line on the wall; like a convoy traveling in Sahara desert. I see them crawling about, carrying breadcrumbs, tiny food bits, and insects’ remnant, each of the six-legged step they make, edge a millimeter nearer to their home, from one side of the cracked white wall to another. Some ants are lost, but manage to find their way back to the line. I have been watching them for a whole afternoon; my legs feel sore for squatting too long. An ant is lost from the convoy, it is too far from the line – from my satellite view. Out to search for its freedom but it also might end up dying alone. “Pap said there is no zoo in our place” a voice comes from behind, a disappointed sort of tone it sounds. I turn my head back and look up, still squatting. I squints my eyes and I can only see an over-exposed shadow under the glaring sun. The girl who is three years older than me, standing there with leg...

“Maybe you are addicted to the pain, you are going there far too often. For me, I cannot quite take it.” So our topic of conversation flowed to foot reflexology again, the thing she repeats every week. I wasn’t sure was it because my memory playing trick at me, I remember every time I talked to her, she had her foot reflexology done the day before, and she would tell me her brand new experience, which was not too much of a difference – that is the Chinese guy was trying to speak to her in mandarin during the foot massaging and all that she knew was nodding and smiling. Not smiling all the time of course, imagine it is a foot reflexology session. “Just once a week” Came her reply. “I won’t get addicted okay, it is so painful but healthy you see. That will be sufficient to keep me going.” By saying this, I wondered she realized that this was the second time I said about her foot reflexology addiction. Not that I was too concerned of her being forgetting things we talked before but I was ...