Conversations with you (20 of many)

Me: Go straight and then turn
You: Where should I turn?
Me: Left... right... they are just positions.

Conversations with you (19 of many)

Me: Do you need anything from the supermarket?
You: I want cheese
Me: Isn't one more than enough?

Conversations with you (18 of many)

Me: You're so smart.
You: Thanks.
Me: If you weren't fasting, I'd totally make out with you now.

Longing #2

Adventures of Really English Man (REM) Trying Really Hard To Be Black (3 of many)

REM: You maternal copulator!

There Are Too Many Of You

To whom it may concern,

I hope this finds you well. To delete all niceties and pretension; in an effort to convey my feelings in a most honest fashion; I would like to speak the absolute truth to you.

That I find hard to deny.

I have not been completely confident in the truths you present to me, in fact, I am absolutely convinced that all that you have said to me contains everything but the truth.

That I find hard to accept.

And as difficult as this may seem, I feel that I now must (as a result of what I find hard to accept) start to erase you from my sphere of existence, or rather to stop perceiving your existence.

That I find hard to exercise.

However, for as long as what you say (have said, or continue to say) fails to realistically correspond to what I perceive with my tangible senses, it will continue to tear at all that is intangible (which is all I have left) in me.

That I find hard to endure.

And what I find hard to endure, I find hard to exercise and accept. And all that I find hard to deny. Therefore, please excuse my hiatus from your sphere of existence which you yourself may find hard to accept.

Unfortunately, the truth is, in the absence of truth, you deny my presence. I wish you well.

Regards,
chi too

Dear Julia

I hope this finds you well. Generally I am fine but sometimes there are things that bring me down, but thankfully at this very moment they don't. I guess it is because I'm beginning to see the bright side of things now. Somehow, when I turn my head away from the darkness, things don't seem as bad anymore, it's almost like life is worth living after all. I don't want to slit my wrist anymore, neither do I want to slit yours, I hope the same is for you. I'm beginning to realize that slitting our wrists is not much of a solution. In a world filled with beauty, that seems oddly morbid. I wish you'd do the same too... I hope you see the beauty that I am seeing now... All I had to do was to start looking in the mirror.

XOXO
chi too

Conversations with you (17 of many)

Me: I need some new furniture
You: Let's buy them together
Me: But we are temporary fixtures

Adventures of Really English Man (REM) Trying Really Hard To Be Black (2 of many)

REM: Oh hello dawgggg!

Adventures of Really English Man (REM) Trying Really Hard To Be Black (1 of many)

REM : indeed nigga!

I am an AM vamp

Apologies to Stephen Hawkings

Like Kafka, after my demise, I want my name to also be a verb...

'Mr Hawkings... I think there is a need to chitoo your theory of everything'

But first, I would like my name to first be an adjective

'Mr Hawkings... Your book 'The History of Time' lacks a certain chitoo'

Conversations With You (16 of many)

Me : You are the best
You : I know
Me : The best part is that I know that you know.

Now All I Need To Do Is See A Therapist.

Its all too exciting...
Oh so exciting.

It's been a while since I felt such immense joy and happiness.

My Desire Is To Use The Word 'Flux' In Daily Conversation

There's no point in looking back at what was lost. Being in a constant state of flux, we cannot afford nostalgia.

My Desire Is To Use The Word 'Postulate' In Daily Conversation

Don't worry, I'm still around. Let's drown your sorrows in cake and ice cream. Well, unless if I hook up with someone, then I might not be around for you and I apologize for that in advance...

But if recent events is to be considered a form of indication, one can easily postulate that I would be around for a really long time.

Conversations with you (15 of many)

Me: Is that some sort of a metaphor?
You: How is that a metaphor?
Me: How is that not a metaphor?

To drink milk straight from the carton out of the fridge is probably the 2nd best feeling in the universe.

Yang Itu...
Tapi jangan lupa untuk membawa pisang.
Barangkali dewa-dewi marah tanganmu kosong.