BookMark

We are all books, being read everyday, for a minute, for a moment and even for a lifetime.

Everyone is a reader, some avid and some reads simply to encircle the many errors in it.

In this sense, at least we should be glad the world has something in common after all.

Aside from being born sinners, we were born books and bookworms.
And the real dilemma is not that we have the tendency to be judged by our covers but that it is not all the time that we understand what we are reading.

Are you reading me now?

Stars

I pictured myself watching stars but have never really done it the way I have pictured it.
I remember looking up as we were walking from the parking to my father's burial.
Those little light bulbs of the night.

Although science has explained them. They will always be the way I describe them. =) And that's the best thing about stars. To some they are heavenly bodies, to me they are a lot of things.
A lot of things. Stars are poems. I read them one night at a time.

BORED - passer ;)

My thoughts bounced off the walls of the classroom like a rubber ball. I stared at her. The apple green polo shirt kept my eyes on her and the gold buttons on it glamoured me. I crossed my legs and leaned back on my arm chair. I could feel the cold air from the aircon touch my skin. I wished I had my jacket.

Thinking of nothing-thoughts, her voice would fade away into the background and then come back like a wake-up call. It penetrates into my consciousness but nothing more.

Slide 25. I thought 21 more slides and we are done. My disinterest was not completely surprising but yes it made me feel irresponsible.

Pulling my tissue napkin over my mouth, I coughed. The sound of a lion roaring with a chicken stuck down his throat crowing, came out of me. My chest hurts from so much coughing.

There is a jungle inside of me and it is in chaos but my face could only remain unflinched, unmoved and uninterested. There you go. In other words. Im bored, I just wanted to go home, lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Sigh.