It was an odd day. Maybe it was because the clouds looked different or because I wore mismatched socks. I’m not really sure. I stood in front of Shay, the room smelling slightly of old books and maybe a bit of lemon cleaner. Shay had a beard that seemed like it hadn’t been brushed for days, but it made him look interesting, not messy. It reminded me of the scruffy dog I once saw at the park. We were supposed to chat about usual things, maybe the new movie or the book I was reading. But my mouth had its own plan. I told Shay the biggest secret I had, the one that had been piling up inside me like lego bricks. The secret about how I felt about him. He looked surprised, like when someone gives you a present on a day that’s not your birthday. For a really long time, he just stood there. The old clock on the wall kept ticking, and a bird outside the window was singing, probably to another bird. Then, Shay finally talked. “You know, I always thought secrets were like lost socks. They’re hidd
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aaah, sad isnt it, when it comes to this. everything can be taken and divided but not memories, be it happy or sad.
this is something i don't really like to post. the melancholy and the depressed side of me.
Anyway the melancholic and dreamy tone.... the air of surrealism of your write-up actually caught my attention. Quite beautiful.
By the way what you said about Hyatt and Starbucks is true. I am talking about Kuantan afterall, so do not expect much, I mention it just for the varieties. The asam pedas is new to me...will try give a try if I am there.
Japan is always worth a visit...I'm quite intrigued by the people. Suicide, death, dreams are quite dominant in their novels. Bought a book recently titled "Silent ommunication of Japanese society". Curious to unveil more of their restrained attitude.
Well happy planning for the hols and did you say you applied 3 mths for the trip? Lucky you!
You should go to Japan if you haven't been there. Been there for a number of times, and kinda love it. The culture, the people, the feel of isolation when you couldn't understand their languages, the lights and neon, everything.
But certainly the food.
Yes, I am applying for 3 months leave. I don't really know whether anyone ever attempted that. But I am trying. And there's always a possibility right?