An Idea of A Ghost

I wonder if I can make a series of ghost. It is not about ghost ‘ghost’ but it is more like ghost in the meaning of ghostwriter. Something tells me about this kind of ghost which lives among us and, well, practically and constantly being together but they just are not seen that way. They are just ghost.

Being ghost is like having more than one face to wear on daily life. They can blend in any community out there. They can speak in many languages, are accustomed into many cultures, and can be anywhere at anytime. They can be assumed having been everywhere but actually they have not. The fact might tell us that ghost has not been anywhere but where it is now. Their environment sometimes calls them, the ghosts, as day dreamer and that is for certain. They are everywhere and every time yet they are not.

These kind of characters, what stories of these things?


How Late Are You?

Yeah, how late are you? Fifteen minutes after the bell rang so you could not get to the class on time and get punished by your teacher? A minute so you missed your flight? Or, maybe it is just something else? These kind of late are just ordinary, aren’t they? You find these kind in any day at any time yet they are just things you have been through that you realize. However, they are not everything.

For example, I have acquired some stories regarding my old friends back in college or high school and they  indeed have their own kind of late. Let me tell you a few stories about them in one paragraph each. Hope you’d like them.

First, this story is about one of the most social and friendly colleague I have ever had. I won’t mention if it is ‘he’ or ‘she’. So, let me settle with ‘it’. It has friends, a lot of them. Every where you mention its name, people around you would just easily say, “Ahh, that person. I know. …” followed by many nice responses which not everyone gets them that clearly. When it comes to little reunion, it always sighes and tells me things like these: “I have stil my regret of being late for joining this and that club. You know me, right old pal? How am I so excited in sports and arts. It has been several years and I still can’t let go of those dream.”; “I had been desiring to join this particular event. But then, I had no time left. I hated it when it came to choose between school or clubs. It just sucks.” There are a few more of this complain which describing how late it is now. Not fifteen minutes or a minute but it comes in year scale. Feeling of regret is surely hard to forget, especially when it goes to personal matters.

Second, this person is able to be called as the most genius I have ever met. It is clever in every cognitive way possible, probably. It sometimes tells me how it really is craving for further research and study but again, time is of the essence so it could not make it. It has got plenty of research plans, numerous of recommendation, and even every lecturer it has met wants to get it to the highest rank school out there and yet it still could not make it. How many years is it late for? Several, give it two or three, years of agony, it has cried to move onward and Divine seems like forbidding it to proceed because of something/a few things. You never know what He has for you, right? It is now in faith, hoping for the best, so may He grant it a good life here and everafter.

Third which probably the last tale I would tell, is about romance. Every romance in this world has expiration date. Some say that wrong path could lead one meets another or the opposite and sometimes right path would just give one the wrong person. However, not choosing anything is considerably a sin. It just has graduated from its college and two years prior that graduation, it got a promise with itself that there was someone it had an eye on and planned to take action after finishing something which I forget now. Until this very day, it hasn’t been in anything near his completion of his reason before confessing and that someone it had an eye on has been with someone else, obviously. One thing it regrets is that it chose nothing in between. It was afraid of refusal and having relationship that would go nowhere. It decided to stand still and watched other people happy. I daresay that it has been a bit more than four years late. Now that someone it had an eye on has gone, I wonder what it would say when I get to meet it at the nearest reunion. Just something not to think about.

There are three stories covering three topic: people, academic, and love. Or is it ‘love’? I would not dare to claim it is. Being late is just another humanity’s habit. There is no end to it. Some might just let themselves late because of some reasons, some might be forced to be late, and the rest might just be stupid not to notice anything at all. What are you late for? How long are you late? Is being late for some time worth it for your decission?

Good day.

dancing under the moon light | Daily Prompt: The Full Moon

To think the opposite of me is not that hard. Let us track the me old and configure how the new me can appear.

Normally, I am a bit of loner. I dislike to listen to music too much. I tend to wander and think of all things coming to me. I hate people who make too much noise both at day and night. I like to roam in college complex at noon. I would love to play video games all night long in my room and have no one to talk with since nighttime is a peaceful moment to contemplate. I prefer to not eat anything after 9pm and I would probably be laying on my bed until I fall asleep.

Now, make the opposite. I would be a very social person just for one night, have a super fun and hard party with a lot of music which I usually won’t listen. I would eat everything from vegetables to meats, drink everything from ordinary water to heavy sodas but no alcohol, really. I would probably throw my games away for one night and go out to a friend’s house and have a good time with dinner and light conversation followed by laughing out loud. I would be at college complex at night with my earphone on with another hip-hop or rap music which I like to listen if I get bored.

I guess, this is all I have got about the opposite of me. Seeing how short my paragraphs are, I can tell that I am a boring person in life. Well, hope this won’t last long. Good day, reader!

one down, another goes around

Hate to say that this one is true: thinking that life is short and twenty-four-hour day is just that long enough to get up, be hurry to work, and to get back home and have a night sleep. Everything happens outside reality is just a surprise for you – in this case: me – who can’t even do a single thing but being surprised. It just sounds stupid tough.

One down: an email just has arrived when I have just gotten into my room and opened my laptop. I stumbled upon the screen and started thinking; this pretty girl I know now has been engaged and then will begin her new life which then will be a bit complex; a girl who back then had to cross my mind because of her sitting position in the classroom now has been someone else’s partner; a girl whom was then I was afraid of confessing to because a few silly things – a few but they were big deal – has been proposed to synch with someone else which that can’t be that easy; a girl whom I knew yet I know nothing about. Time has gone this far and yet I am still standing here and knowing nothing about her since, what, five or six years ago? Considering proper salute is in order, attending her invitation is just inevitable, don’t you think?

One is down and the others start to go around and life is not still. I wonder who will come next.