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Page 359: Strangers and a Noisy World

/ Thursday, July 13, 2017 /
Do you remember those days when you were kids, your parent(s) told you not to talk to strangers? It's a little bit funny, I think. Funny because when the world has defined you as an adult, you're sort of demanded to be able to talk to strangers, to connect, and to differentiate between the good ones and the bad ones. Those who are harmless, and those who can cause pain - and protect yourself from the latter, or learn how to heal your wounds that they made. You'll meet those who turn into your friends until your last breath, and you will also meet those who are stopping by and be one of those short stories in your life.

As an adult in the digital era, meeting strangers and talk to them (using your mouth or fingers) as an effort to muffle loneliness and insecurity that come once in a while is pretty easy, isn't it? I know I can't speak on behalf of everyone. Different people, different ways of see things. I say pretty easy because technology has provided us a new way to connect to each other, break some walls as well as created ones.

I had the thoughts above when I sat on some spot in that park, with a "stranger" sat next to me. The shy guy who shared his stories and thoughts and listened to mine as well. Stories and thoughts that only some people that have been friends with me for years ever heard.

He said he liked to listen to my stories. He said things that made me feel good about myself too. Nearly complacent, to be exact. He also told me about his issues and shyness, that make him - more often than not - appear quiet and hesitant to speak up although he has things to say.

We sat there until the sky turned dark and our stomachs demanded food. I wanted to say something to him but I didn't say it that time, simply because I hadn't figured out how to elaborate the thought.

Not until a few days after he left I finally can compose the thought. My fingers danced on the keyboard as I was telling him to not throwing away the more-listening-less-talking quality he has. "This is a noisy world after all.." I typed the last sentence and hit the send button.

Sometimes, some strangers can give you good stories and lessons.
Even when they don't talk as much as you do.
If you're patient enough to listen.
And let them know you will listen.

Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Page 358: Sometimes (part 35)

/ Tuesday, May 23, 2017 /

It's amazing how some stranger can articulate your feeling, eloquently.

Page 357: On Science Fiction

/ Saturday, May 20, 2017 /
Once, my cousin told me why she never liked SciFi movies: because it’s so far from reality. She can’t enjoy Star Wars, she thought Matrix was a “so-so”, and she rolled her eyes when I told her how good District 9 was.

But I understood her reason, because she’s right. Yes, it’s far from reality, hasn’t happened, or may never happen. But that’s the most enticing part of SciFi, IMHO. To see something different and wonderful that comes from ideas and imagination. It feels good to be an escapist once in a while, right? Haha. It was my dad who’s “responsible” for my fondness for this genre and made me a nerd. I still remember when I was a kid, he used to wake me up in the middle of the night to watch The X-Files and other alien movies. And then it became our thing, not just to watch SciFi series or movies, but also talk about UFO sightings and the idea of other entities from other planets.

Anyway, I watched Alien: Covenant a few days ago. And spoiler alert: it was goooood! I think it takes the franchise to the next level, because this part of the prequel series not only tells about the history of xenomorph (and brought it back to the screen. Yass!), but also intrigues questions about creation and existence. And what I love most about this franchise is that the lead characters that slayed those creatures were women! I find it empowering.

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Since we’re talking about SciFi movies, I’m going to share a list of my favorite ones (as usual, I’m gonna pretend that I have many regular visitors. Ha). And no, I didn’t rank them.

A comedy about obnoxious alien named Paul who tried to find a way back to his planet. If you love Simon Pegg, you should watch this. Not a fan of SciFi? Well, I’m gonna say, watch it anyway. To quote Paul, “sometimes, you just gotta roll the dice”

It’s intense and there are interesting lines about the joy of running away from earth, reality, and crazy things that people do to each other.

This one is also on a list of movies I watched more than one time and I wouldn’t mind to watch it again. Maybe because of the opening and ending scenes. And oh that beautiful song! This movie isn’t just about the encounter with some alien race, but also about connections, loneliness,

Page 356: The Reason Why

/ Wednesday, May 10, 2017 /
And that morning, you held her tight, kept telling her that it’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She sobbed, she peed herself. Her diaper was drenched. She said she couldn’t hold it and it’s just happened when she was still asleep. “I know. I know. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll clean it. Let’s take a shower and change your diaper,” you said.

And as you watched her eating her breakfast, you realized that she has changed. Some part of you knew before that, but other part refused to believe that she has changed that much. That morning, it was the first morning you accepted the fact that the strong independent woman who raised you has been stressed out for years because of her illness and it has changed her. That woman who used to be so frikkin excellent at math, who was like a walking calculator has lost her ability to count that fast. That the woman who used to have remarkable memory, has changed into someone who forgot names and details.

You remembered the fights you had with her when you’re a teenager. You’ve always been the rebellious one, the one who broke her rules. You used to argue a lot with her, and now, she looks like she has no will to share stories and her thoughts. You missed arguing with her. You missed talking about books you just read. You know that although you and her had so many different ways of seeing things, she was the one who introduced you to the joy of reading books.

And you went to the other room because you didn’t want her to see your tears. Because you remembered that once, when everything was still alright, she said that although you’re one of the toughest “enemies” she's ever had, you’re also the evidence that she has raised a tough woman who can take care of herself and can stand up for what she believes in.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks and left the room. You looked cheerful when you told her about your dream last night, the ritual you two always enjoy. And she analyzed it using her knowledge she got from Primbon. And you two laughed. You looked cheerful. You tried. Although you can tell from her face that she knew you just cried. But you tried to look cheerful anyway. Because you wanted her to see that you are tough, and she made you that way. She’s the reason why. The reason why.

Page 355: On Amazing Quirky Brutally Honest People

/ Tuesday, May 9, 2017 /
Look, life isn’t always nice to me, but I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing quirky brutally honest people who make this life more colorful and bearable. Like this one.

She’s one of the toughest bitches I know. We met more than a decade ago. And o boy, I forgot how many times she laughed at my problems. Ha. But she has this ability to make me laugh at my problems as well. She was there when I was at my lowest. She didn’t judge me when I did stupid things. We had fights, we argued, but I know she’ll be there when I need her help or support. Vice versa.

She’ll stay with people as long as they still want her in their life. The same value I hold tightly.

She’s a drama queen who told me to be brave to break my own heart, but also the one who pulled me back to reality and be whole again when everything has been said and done.

There’s a nice..enlightenment..sorta..after I talked to her the last time. About how I felt for this person. Maybe I did fall, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I just wanted a story after not having one for so long. But the enlightenment was..it doesn’t really matter anyway right now. What’s done is done. Another lesson, another story, another series of bitter sweet fleeting moments. Life goes on and so do we. 

I’m glad I have her and other amazing quirky brutally honest friends in my life. And to you, who read this, I hope you have this kinda people in your life too. I really do. :)
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