Little Stories 74 : Choice

He stared into my eyes while I looked at him back. My tears were falling silently. Unbearable pain, hidden scar. He said, "Life, is about choices and you make decisions. After that, you need to bear the consequences of the choice that you made. Don't regret, don't whine. Remember that....

Little Things 114 : Written Words

I found human essence in their writing when they thought the world isn't listening. I heard soft whisper of their hopes and dreams, anger and judgements, pain truths and hidden confessions. I saw feelings floated in between of reality and imagination. I felt their energy, almost invisible among things that were already unseen. It's the closest that I can reach towards people.  The intimate...

Little Stories 73 : Bus

I took the first bus that came while waiting for a ride home from work. Usually buses were occupied with students and foreigners. It wasn't crowded that night so I sat in the front side of the bus, next to a Chinese student. I blinked my eyes lazily, hunched upfront while hugging my bags.  Half asleep, half awake, I stared at the busy road in front of me and noticed the bus driver from...

Little Things 113 : One Morning

I asked God whether I am fully equipped for the upcoming test that I'm about to throw myself into. Days after, He gave me a pre-test, a tiny bit of preview about the future. Not only that I declined afterwards, I changed.  Why did I changed? That one morning after the test I woke up and said this to myself, "I don't want to keep on waking up feeling like this". And since then, I...

Little Things 112 : Favorite Books

" In thousand books that you read, which one is your favorite? " My favorite would be the art of writing and storytelling itself. Like a mother being asked to choose her favorite child, I can't pick the one perfect book that bound to be kept in my heart forever.  Because each book represents its story and unique in its own way. And maybe if I muster everything in a box, I might see the...

Little Stories 72 : My OCD

Yesterday I tried out Carbonmade's newly redesigned website when I notice that the little purple icon in the sign-in page is slightly 'not' centralized. See the purple icon here --> sign in page. I've told myself several times before this that I need to control my fussiness over this OCD habit of mine. So to make my annoying thoughts calm down, I decided to tell AF about it.  Like most...

Little Stories 71 : Old books, old lady.

"Do you have any classic ? Like Fitzgerald or Tolstoy, and perhaps Nabokov or Kafka ?". I asked the lady who seemed eager to help me find some books. I handed her the list of books that I made. She took the paper and went back downstair. I continued searching for any interesting books. Held some overpriced old books and put it back again. It is never enough when it comes to spending...

Little Stories 70 : Last Day

I've known her for more than 23 years. She was there while we were growing up, and I considered her as one of my family member. I knew this day would come eventually and I am not in the right position to complain or give an opinion, after all, Bibik is my dad's full responsibility. But I am sad for not being able to make her stay and let her spend her older years here. She is not that...