Encore

Placing anyone on a pedestal, in time, leads nowhere. Events repeat one another like droplets of rain. Nonetheless, its power is never acknowledged. Pain is said to be the greatest uniter. Yet, there is no point in glorifying misery. To wallow in your own self-pity leads nowhere.

Yet again, I saw someone cry.
Not a princess, just a human.
In their smile, our smile, lies our humanity.

Pain and rain are powerful, don't forget that. But so is our common desire for the sun that comes after it.

hope truly is "the thing with wings that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words"

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A writer

The following quote comes from "Coders at work":

Seibel: Do you consider yourself a scientist, an engineer, an artist, a craftsman, or something else?

Crockford: I think of myself as a writer. Sometimes I write in English and sometimes I write in JavaScript.

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[EN] Poverty

I met poverty once. He didn't look at me at first.
He looked at my shoes, then moved his eyes to his feet.
He had none.
Then he looked at me in the eyes. No. Not to the eyes but in the eyes and he didn't look confused or confused me. He asked for a seat next to mine.
I refused.
He didn't ask for a seat next to mine.
He simply came closer to my seat and expected an invitation.
I looked at the book I was reading, ignoring him. But poverty was still there. So I moved myself to the right, and let poverty set its body next to mine. And he didn't move for a while.
He was cold.
I could feel it. I had a blanket. I hid it. I didn't want to share it with him. The room filled itself with a nasty odour. I knew it was him. It had to be him. so I looked at the window, continued reading my book, and left poverty sitting next to me. And a couple of minutes later poverty left the train. Only then did I realize that I had untied shoes and the smell that disgusted me hadn't left. For it was not a scent.
Just an idea.

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Meaningless Story: Part II

"Hey Dan... are you busy right now?"

I waited a couple of seconds to reply. You see, when I said I barely knew Tim I wasn't joking. I didn't even have him under my contact list. I knew Dan though. Everyone knew Dan. Anyways, this dude was crying as he said this so I figured it couldn't be a prank call. Actually, I probably didn't really think about what to say.

"Hey. This is James, not Dan. Who are you?"

His crying turned into a rather funny sobbing. I swear I had to try very hard not to laugh. Seconds passed by. He didn't answer. It was definitively a prank call, I said to myself.

"James... I need to speak to you for a second"

No, no kidding. I thought people called each other to eat sandwiches in front of their telephones.

"Go ahead"
" You see... the thing is... I can't... I can't live with this anymore. I miss her so much. I need her so much."
Oh, here we go again... another guy with love problems. Great. I'll start my own company for this sort of thing. I'll call it teen2teen advice. I'll charge a hefty fee and provide random bored teenagers the trivial-yet-important task of hearing another teen with their love problems. I bet I'd get rich fast.

"Look, I'm sure it hurts but you'll get over it. Now, I am about to start an assignment so I'd apprecia-"

"She was perfect for me Dan, I made sure I was the perfect boyfriend for her too and -"

yup bro. Your listening comprehension skills certainly show the potential for a good listener and better yet, someone who is able to remember stuff. Like, for example, the fact that my name is James, and not Dan.

"look, i'm sure that sucks but you'll get over it soon. Besides, it is possible that -"
"I think there's no more reason for me to be alive Dan. " still sobbing "I just called to let you know that you had been the only friend I ever had and the best one I'll ever get to meet. I just called to say good bye. Please, take care. You are free to keep all my video games."

By now, he had started to cry so loudly that I could barely understand what he was saying. It was not a prank call after all. This guy was just drunk. Or high. Or both. Or he had just finished watching a Korean soap opera.

"Look, things are going to -"
"Just don't miss me."

Then he hung up. Well, big deal. Not the first guy that I have heard saying this sort of thing just after a breakup. I guess the decent thing would be to send a text to Dan, but I have a limited number of those. Besides, I'm sure Dan already knows about this guy's condition. Oh wait. I didn't even ask for his name. Well, I think I did, he just didn't answer. Whatever, back to Youtube.

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Two days later the principal came into our classroom. Our teacher, Miss Lina, was surprised by this, so she tried her best to rearrange her messy desk. The principal ignored the desk, and looked at us.

"Today, I am here for a very short amount of time. One of your classmates, Tim Workey, is dead. The date of his funeral has yet to be decided ..."

Everyone turned around to see Dan. He was crying. And then, only then it hit me.
The guy who had called me was Tim.
Tim Workey talked to me before committing suicide.

[to be continued in part III]

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Meaningless Story: Part I

This is not a short story by any means, but perhaps a summary of a long one that I have never bothered to write.
Like all stories, it starts with a main character and a rather silly description of everyday activities that this character performs until, quite randomly, something happens.
The thing is, the set up for this story is quite long and I feel too tired to write it all so I will rather go along with what happened that day.
That day, our main character looked at himself in the mirror.
And he didn't like what he saw.
It terrified him to the point of almost making him go insane. So he contacted me. This is a compilation of what I gathered from that small conversation we had and what some mutual friends told me a couple of days after the incident. To be honest, I barely remembered his name or how I met him.
Yet, he did choose to speak to me that day. I think it was because he wanted to speak to his very best friend but somehow ended up calling the next person in his contact list. As I said before, I don't really know all the details of what happened to him and nor do I care. Or perhaps I do, because I took the time to write this.

Anyways, at around 8pm, a couple of years ago, I got a call from him. His name was Tim. Now, I know I am supposed to hide names and all of that juridical stuff but I have always called people by their name and I won't stop now. Besides, Tim would understand. He's a nice guy. I mean, he was.

[I'll add the next part someday. xD]

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[EN] back to the game

The last post here was on 2008. I have seen quite a lot of new things since that last post.
I have seen a beautiful new color that slowly faded out from my life, and crystal clear water that rushed towards the sky.
I am now in university. Things have changed.
Today, I shall reclaim something that I have denied to myself for so long.
I shall start writing again.

Old dogs really don't need to learn new tricks. They just need to remember how to perform the tricks that they already know. I wish I start being consistent about things though.

-xD

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Long time not seen, hum?

i wish I could write a poem.
Another love poem.
As I see couples pass by, I wonder... wonder if I am probably too selfish to ask that wish
I do not really want much right now.
Not you, nor my happiness or anything really.
Just let me write another poem.
Just let me see what is not seen, what my eyes cannot see.
It does hurt. it does hurt when you do realize that your priorities are based on
things
stuff



that might never be true. That is not tangible.
That does not provide you with anything material.
From time to time I do doubt my choices, but I just do not know....
Right now
I just feel like...
I just feel like writing this.
Because it does help.
Because it is beautiful.
For me.
It seems so ironic already.
So damn ironic...
And yet I have all that I need and want.
except your smile.

And I still see people outside.
people and things and..
this is no longer a poem or anything. Just.. just something that I wrote and that I love.
that I cherish.
that I like.

Wonderers wondering... for something.
"A color is missing from my life"
Yeah. Probably. Will I ever find that color again?
kibou.

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