5:15pm

 

It’s just an ordinary day as many
people would live for. Unfortunately I belong to the population who finds this day a bit different, in fact extraordinary (for me). First thing, I get
disappointed from not receiving a reply regarding a message about asking a status
of an old friend. Secondly, I’ve found out that this old friend has just logged
in 24 hours ago which means that the old friend already received my friendster
message. Third, my preoccupation with this old friend grew much stronger that
I’ve realized that there is not a day in my life since I’ve seen this old
friend that I never stopped thinking about how my old friend lives. This only
proves that I’m too much too involved to forget it and that my old friend is too
much too easy to forget about all our stuff. It may be because I’m
overremembering things or maybe my old friend really doesn’t care at all.
Fourth, I’ve “chat out” a contract with another old friend to find him a
teacher girlfriend that he is looking for which I find to be arduous on my part…
Fifth, I’ve just learned to make my potato-oatmeal patty which at first I find
appetizing but becomes appetite suppressing as I ate the 6th patty I
cooked.

 

Anyway, the reason why I had the
chance to write all this stuff is because all of my family members are out doing
their own stuff while I do mine at home. And that is also the reason why I get
the chance to work on the kitchen with my cruel hands.

 

In front of our house right now
is a co-Homo sapien that I don’t want
to name. He got up already as if reading my mind that I don’t like him to be
sitting there…

 

Next, I thought the church bell
has stopped from making its noisy cling clang minus the idea of its unrhythmic
tune. I could not remember when I last visited the church. But I’m sure its not
ages ago. I just chose not to go there because I don’t feel like going in the
first place.

 

Other than those things I have
come to think of another thing about my life. For the nth time, I again felt
the goodness of singledome that I could not afford to trade for anything else
right now. I find this idea of being single a way to know my self better.
Although there are times that I think maybe I need the special someone already.
Unfortunately, as my singledome years grew longer, my list of unwanted manly
behaviors grew longer too (the scroll could not fit into my pocket anymore).
Like, when I noticed that my suitor acts like a nervous stammering narrator of
his stories I get pissed off and dumped him afterwards. When another suitor
becomes an i-forgot-what-you’ve-told-me-about-you thing, I’d simply think “I’m
sorry, you’re next in the dumpster list.” And for sure the next day, you’d know
what will happen. And the list grows longer. Blah blah blah.

 

Lastly, I’ve also thought of
lengthening the list of my cooking recipe which I find to be exciting more than
anything else in this world at this moment. (Taken that I cook again home
alone.)

 

Well I guess that’s it!

 

Ciao. God bless us all.