Randomness

[to the reader…you won’t understand a thing about what I wrote. When you’ll finish this you’ll only think that I’m crazy and weird. But maybe that’s my point. You are weird ‘cause you can’t understand and I’m weird cause I wrote something you can’t understand. So…we’re even]

There’s always a thing that makes you special, unique, different from the others. Or just weird.
Look around. What do you see? Random people walking on the streets, right? Well…you’re wrong. They aren’t JUST random people. Take ‘that’ man as an example, the one in a black suit with a white blouse and black shoes. By what he’s wearing you’ll think he’s either a business man or mafia’s head. By the looks, such a muscular man you’ll think he’s a gangster with muscles instead of brain. Wrong. He’s just a seller, since he just closed the nearby market, and he’s really polite as he helped an old lady cross the street. Conclusion he’s a mannered seller.
Ex. 2: the young looking lady across the street. By her looks you’ll say she’s in her 20’s. By how she acts you’ll say she’ll be an actress. Wrong again. She’s 42 y.o, as I read when she took out her wallet and saw her ID, and she’s a stylist, since she was speaking with her friends what she’ll do tomorrow at work.
Everybody is unique in their own way of being, of acting, of eating or just living their life. An that’s not such a…
OMO…an UFO!!
I have to go now. I’ll continue after I hide from that huge UFO.

Pinky Promise

Silly…Remember when we were playing with the other kids from the neighborhood? Remember when we avoided your annoying cousin and she told your grandma? Remember when we played ”Truth or Dare” on the lobby and I gave you a peek on the cheek…you blushed so hard that we thought you had fever? Remember when we played that childish game running like crazy that the neighbor yelled at us? Remember when we took care of 3 spiders and your grandma yelled like crazy when she saw? Remember when I played the piano for you and you said you liked it? Remember when we painted our little “house” but couldn’t finish cause we didn’t have enough paint? Remember when we had a club and we fought because that was what they did in cartoons, but soon stopped and smiled? Remember when you climbed the big cherry tree and were to afraid to climb down and I had to climb and help you? Remember when we made fun of the kid next-door cause he couldn’t read? I still remember our childish acts. But do you remember when you confessed and I told you that I don’t want to break our friendship? I still remember. I remember I broke your heart and I’m sorry. Do you still remember that we grew up together and after you told me you had to leave? You broke my heart.
After 2 years of only speaking with your cousin and asking her about your health, you knocked at my door. You changed so much. Though I bullied you and made fun of your long hair and big nose, you knew I was happy to see you. And I could see that you were also happy to be back to the place called “home”, where we spent our childhood, happy to see everybody, happy to see me. We stayed all night and talked about random stuff. You changed into a more handsome and mature person. But though you changed I could still see that kid that always acted like he was the oldest, but came crying whenever I hit you too hard. Even if you were more mature, I still managed to bring that kid back and laugh like in the past.
I miss that little kid. I miss our childish acts. I miss everything. But I always smile and move forward. And time to time I look back thru memories and smile.
You didn’t call me. But that’s my fault, cause I forgot to take your phone number. And still, you should have called.
Though I’m afraid you might have changed too much, I still want to see you, to chat with you, to laugh with you. Like old times.
See you next year, right? Pinky promiseXD

Is it or not?

It's late. It's night. It's already dark outside. I look on the window and see you sitting in the cold with only a scarf. My heart speeds up. I feel my stomach weird. I don't know nor understand this feeling. I look at you. Suddenly you turn your head and look up, like searching for the gaze that fell on you hours ago. I hide. Afraid of showing myself. I look down, you're still there. Waiting...waiting...just waiting. I'm confused. I don't know what I feel. I suddenly end outside, walking slowly to you. I sit on the bench and watch the moon. We stay like this for hours, just listening to the silent wind hitting our skin. I reach my hand out of the pocket to touch yours. Suddenly I wake up in my bed. I look around. There is no sign of you. It's like you vanished. It’s like you were never there. Then I realize...it was only a dream. 'Only a dream' I repeat sadly in my mind looking outside the window. There were 2 hand shapes on the bench I dreamed of.Maybe it wasn't just a dream?
Maybe...I'll never know

HaHa...just like this

Another day. Another week. Another homework.
Everybody is sad. Everybody is depressed. Everybody feels down. Why? Don’t know. There has to be a reason for all my cute little ‘kids’ being so sappy lately. I want to know what caused this sadness. I want to make them happy. I want to help them. I want to see them smile.
Though it’s hard, I’ll work hard. I promise.
I promise I’ll bring back your happiness. I promise I’ll be there for you.
But all I want is my ‘kids’ smiling happily.

2 seconds ago
You called me yelling happily in my ear. That’s what I was waiting for.
One step to my headache going away.
Smile. Be happy. And always trust UmmaXD

Ce cute…Ce dragut