Far Reunion

Reunion was supposed to be fun activity. It was if you weren’t seeing you partner of crime walking his new associate followed by evil minions; or, titles spread accross the hall by name card; or, cars so big and polished you had to park your old bike somewhere distant, and told your colleagues that you didn’t get suitable parking slot.

It was supposed to engaging conversation if you had the same shoes but you didn’t. All you heard were projects foreign to your knowledge, implying how low your horizon was. You didn’t reckonize the music because all you thought that day was a way of talking with your classmates without being too hideous.

What about those little rascals? Weren’t they cute? Look at those tiny hands and feet.

Either beautiful lady, or handsome gentlemen, was expected to be walking down beside you from the entrance to main hall. No, you walked in, alone, while still wearing coat, hands still shaking because of the cold, and hair messed up by the dry, chilling wind. Even when you were about to shake hands, you began to worry if your friends would feel the stiffness of your palm.

Dinner time couldn’t be more evil. Several tables were prepared for main course, some for entree, a few for beverages, and some for dessert. This was the time you had a meaningful conversation but, no, you couldn’t. Why was that?

Life you had been dealing with was, no way, not meaningful. But how would people react to those things? You had your share of experience when telling people the tale of dull people, working from one job to another just to barely meet the essential. You wouldn’t want that to happen again.

You wanted to get out but there was no one home yet. So, you decided to do something that would allow you to escape early: lying. Cheap bastards.

Hey, it’s me. May I come over? I was at the reunion. Yes. There is nobody home yet so I’m thinking to stop by for an hour or two, if that’s possible, of course.

After several shouting on the phone because of the background music and loud chatters, you started to take out your gloves, keys, and wear your jacket again. Mere hours felt like centuries.

Yeah, sure. Let me know if you’ve arrived. The gate should be unlocked as always. But should it be locked, you know the drill. See you then.

It was always easier to face windy road than warm people. You exited the building after saying that you had stuff take care, that you were sorry to leave early, etc.. You walked far enough to realize that the light, from where the reunion was held, seemed small. The sound from the building was also completely off.

You started your bike and rode away. Fifteen kilometres to go was written on your phone GPS. Rain and wind were forecasted to fall that night. But, you knew, it had always been better.


Old Time’s Sake

Time was surely funny. At some point it gave a sign that it’d be best to just seize the moment, or act randomly, or be adventurous. But at times it also gave a bad timing.

Hey. No, don’t. Please. At least let me finish what I’m about to say.

Okay. What’s up?

Well, what I’m about to say was that I’m sorry for what happened years ago. I lose count ever since. It’s been long since we met, I mean, since we had reunion. I was wondering, since you’re here and not bringing anybody, and I’m alone in this crowd. I thought of asking you, if that’s okay, to have a cup of coffee after the reunion. Or stay for a while for dinner, maybe. I don’t know. It’s just that I would like to talk to you, for old time’s sake.

Old time was a sequence one might cherish or regret. For some reasons, people toast over the good ones and mourn for the bad ones. Then came the moment when some people want to dine over those which should have been forgotten. Another trip down to memory lane wasn’t always a useful idea.

One Way

One said the family that one has chosen what one would like to do. Consequences, one said, have been considered and never again should be bothered, so one’s thought. Cold dinner was the only silent witness while night breeze pushed its way between tight fiber of thick jacket. Over a cup of coffee, one said

I’ve thought that thoroughly and, again, it seems that nothing’s changed. I couldn’t.

His partner sat in front of him paying close attention to his surrounding. The random moment with one of his teammate during storm, now talked like common people, about slice of life, about untold ballads of people’s heart, and unsung melodies buried deep under one’s mind.

Have you talked to that person?

He responded with smile. That kind of smile.

I think I did and you’ve already known the result, haven’t you?

The case wasn’t uncommon. The experience he had been having wasn’t rare, in fact it was everywhere and some people chose not to bother. Reasons they might have would be around money, castes, time frame, and social status. Those things bother people so much. So much some people chose not to touch the subject and let them be. It was served cold or not at all.

Being human was it by being affected by such emotions, behavior, and materials. Even then storm was coming again and he had to cast aside his human form. He knew it was tearing him but if he was asked, he always answered

That is what makes me human. Even if it is painful, at least I remembered what it feels to be human.

Sunset came. He stood up and wore his thick mantle again. So much for people like him. Time is cruel for not letting him move back even once. He could fix his old mistakes, mistakes that he had to make. But it became impossible since he always carried his old sword on his journey as sole remembrance of his faults. The ticket we had wasn’t for a round trip. It had always been one way ticket.

An attempt to write on One Way.


Still lovely without leaves. How is that even possible?

Weekly Photo Challenge

Passing By

Hey, I think I saw you couple days back.

Really? Where?

On my way back to boarding house. You were on a bike and turned right at the end of the street. Someone else was driving, though. I didn’t see your face but I think I recognized your backpack. Still using the old one, huh?

Really? In that case, I think I saw you too. From behind, though. I thought it was your bike but I didn’t get the chance to look at the rider. Still living in the same street? The same house?

Yep, the same house to which we had walked. I was just going back from teaching. What were you doing back then?

Usual meeting. Promised to meet a friend to talk about some reports and went home after sunset. Seemed you had finished your session earlier.

I suppose, yeah. Well, catch up with you later? I think I need to prepare some materials for today’s sculpting session.

Sure. Anytime.


Surely gardener would soon tend to the stairs. But before that happens, why don’t we capture the weeds?


Back to the Olden Days

Does that sound right? Anyway, this would refer to using good old Windows XP again after a while. Current hardware generation is normally not supported by Windows XP. For example, first Core i3 processor wasn’t supported by this operating system directly. Some said that one had to tweak some of the included drivers but since there is a software called virtual machine, why not give it a try?

How cool is that seeing that legendary background once again?

Next thing to do was software for work. There are drivers, tools, editor, and security application that might be necessary. Those, however, might need some adjustment. Several software might not support Windows XP any longer which means one should browse around several archives to find compatible version. But that’s a story for another day.

Good Day.