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"Oi, bro, check this one out 'Things men do that upset women'."
Olev was reluctant to distract himself from the view, but he answered Ruben anyway. "Yeah?"
"'Talking too much, slow to understand (if not clueless), so full of themselves...'. Eh? Who are they referring to here. Funny article, this one is."
Olev nodded approvingly and was soon direct himself to admire the bust of one red hair lady passing in the front of the coffee shop.
"Forget that, check THIS one out." He nudged Ruben who was still busy perusing the newspaper.
"Phew!" Ruben lifted his head slightly and got back to his reading.
"Ding! What have gotten into you, sister? There was a hot chick passing by flaunting her assets and all you could manage was an exclamation."
"Ha, ha. Now you are beginning to sound like this article, CLUELESS."
Anticipation propels us forward. It enables us to move through the mundane in order to reap the final reward.
Will we be gifted with joy, laughter, or horror? Regardless, the feeling of anticipation remains the same; it's still the same urge of welcoming the unknown.
Only the perspective that differs...
The Shrouded Forest
Night had not yet fallen upon the treetops, but he had already filled with excitement. He could smell them. He could smell their inviting scents in between the breeze, the mist, and the tree barks. The dampened forest floor added the heavy odor that made the pull even stronger. He could barely contain himself.
No, he was not in need of food. If it were so he would already venture out of the forest hours ago. No, he was not hungry. He was in love. His kinship would not agree on his choice of words, but they could growl all they want. He didn't care. They didn't know what he knew.
He waited in anticipation as feet stepped on dead leaves and broken branches. Each crunch seemed to amplify his senses and he could almost taste the aroma. Anytime now and his feeling for love would be quenched...
It's another new year and it begs for a resolution. Or resolutions. Or not.
I am not terribly confident in last year's doing, but not shamefully pitying myself either. It was necessary, my brain would argue. True. Yet it's also true I distracted myself too much from last year's resolution: to finish as many title as possible.
I realized my error. Thus I am making a same old new year's resolution, but with a twist. What's the point anyway without a twist or two?
To finish as many title as possible, and at the very least, to finish the sequel to Mementoes of Mai and to start another title.
That is all.
Happy Belated New Year!
Once again I was in a bedroom. This time it was in the attic. I presumed it was night time. I went to sleep and dreamed.
(in the second level dream)
I woke up in the same bedroom. I recognized the feelings. I was lucid! I was so happy but managed to regulate my breath remembering that last time too much excitement made me RWPR. In front of me, there were several books. I remembered my intention when going to sleep in WPR ("show and guide me to do the next thing in life") so I carefully browsed those books. The first two books had cream covers and blue artsy fonts. I told myself to remember the title and the author, but I could only read the title of the second book, "Robert Bose". Inside of those two books there were fading words, diagrams, and pictures. I could not understand any of it. I continued browsing the other books. They didn't have any covers and they had the same things inside: hazy words, diagrams, and pictures.
Two teenagers, male and female, were proclaiming beside me that they seek somebody who could understand English to play game with them. I knew that they were from my reality (first level of dream) so ignored them because I wanted to focus on the books. Over time they became insistence and since I didn't understand any of the books, I gave up and listened to them. I felt that I lost my lucidity but I was still there. The teenagers were still there.
I was a bit perplexed "how could this happened?" My dream realities were all the same and only my state of consciousness differed! At this point I became semi-lucid.
The female teenager started her rhyme, but it was in my mother's language. I was a bit confused but I played along using my mother's language. Soon things faded out. RWPR
Helmy Parlente Kusuma's alter ego follows his heart from his birthplace in Jakarta, Indonesia, to South Viet Nam and the Perfume Pagoda of Hanoi to Ha Long Bay in Quang Ninh Province, North Korea.
Join Helmy in his effort to reach the enchanting but previously distant love of his life, Mai, as, immersed in a lively ever-changing social ambient of short term associates he comes delightfully of age.