The glass is clear, colourless, breakable. The snow is white, soft and cold. If you have time to sit down and sip a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day or to sip a glass of ice tea in a hot afternoon, look into life and out to the world around you. If you don't, it's a break worth taking.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Phone Call
My handphone doesn't ring, doesn't vibrate and does not give any signal when a new message comes in. I can call people, but they can't call me back. Or, rather, they can call me but I won't know if they do. So, what's the point? Anyway, no one ever calls me, so it doesn't matter.
I have called countless people, but no one ever calls me. I remember them. They might have remembered me, in a good way, but more often in a not-so-good way.
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Oh, so I'm not a person? :P
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