Surprise me.
Don't call me, don't text me. Take the risk and show up at my doorstep when I least expect it. Surprise me in my baggy clothes and without my makeup.
Make me eat my own words about you never being spontaneous and courageous.
Pass your shame over to me so that gratitude will crush my pride and may you be the mature one in the end.
E.Y
Sunday 26 December 2010
Wednesday 1 December 2010
It scared me that we were growing up. Not because of the aging skin lines or the dog race we were in, chasing the bunny, but because of the discontent resonance that had sneakingly leaked amongst us recently.
We had stopped taking pictures. Recent stories were not worth documenting and whenever we needed a good laugh, we pitched a story from the past.
E.Y.
We had stopped taking pictures. Recent stories were not worth documenting and whenever we needed a good laugh, we pitched a story from the past.
E.Y.
Sunday 21 November 2010
I couldn't see.
I couldn't see it in their eyes: the people who wrote love songs as if the emotions were dripping like blood from their fingers.
I couldn't see it in their actions: the people who would break all boundaries because every moment was sacred when it was with you.
E.Y
I couldn't see it in their actions: the people who would break all boundaries because every moment was sacred when it was with you.
E.Y
Friday 5 November 2010
Stage dust
"Ah I love these shoes! She admires her newly bought shoes one more time in the mirror and slams the door behind her.
Before leaving the apartment, she was convinced that she looked great but her confidence was gradually reducing as she was approaching the theatre.
She took a deep breath as she made it through the foyer and followed the noises to find the auditorium. There were tapping of shoes on parquet floor, people instructing where to stand and the sound of determination.
Framed by the door opening, she was afraid of breaking the noise. The energy density inside was overwhelming, almost bursting outside the auditorium.
There was something about theatre actors: They were penniless sophisticated creatures that always had a certain glow to them, almost like a halo. It didn't matter where they were, it always followed them.
Suddenly she felt scruffy and ashamed of her shoes.
On the stage there was a young woman down on her knees, crying out loud and begging for forgiveness to another woman who had turned her back against her, looking outside a window.
Forgiveness she thought. If only saying sorry would make things right. The grudge never disappears.
Then there was him, standing in the corner. She was trying to understand what his role was. Was he a father, a son or maybe a lover?
How long had she known him? She was only in the beginning of her teens when he was doing kissing scenes in tv series. Even her mother would turn the tv towards the kitchen counter when he was on.
One day he completely disappeared from the tv screens. Rumours said that he had become broke and simply met the grim reality of showbiz. The latter was confirmed on a talk show he had attended 3 weeks ago, adding that he had been busy with theatre the last decade. He had also divorced his wife and was now living on his own.
On his own she thought. Him, on his own.
So he had been hiding behind the theatre curtain all these years. Enough time to swallow stage dust all right. He had added a few extra wrinkles on his forehead and was a little gray around the temples. Apart from that, he was still the same being that would make her dream that anything was possible.
"Uhm, hello?" called a voice from the forestage. She turned her head towards the voice to be met by a woman with a notepad in her hand.
"I'm sorry but this is a closed rehearsal. You can't be here," the woman said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied. Only to be met by full attention from the actors on the stage. He too, had her full attention, He looked almost worried about her, as if she was insane. She was so embarrassed that she goofyly made out the room and shut the door behind. Her heart pounding and her face reddened.
She was disappointed in herself. It had taken her 3 weeks to man up and pay the visit and 3 minutes to make a fool out of herself and walk out.
Heading home, she was taking out her frustration on every lose stone she stumpled upon, wearing out the soles of her shoes.
E.Y.
Before leaving the apartment, she was convinced that she looked great but her confidence was gradually reducing as she was approaching the theatre.
She took a deep breath as she made it through the foyer and followed the noises to find the auditorium. There were tapping of shoes on parquet floor, people instructing where to stand and the sound of determination.
Framed by the door opening, she was afraid of breaking the noise. The energy density inside was overwhelming, almost bursting outside the auditorium.
There was something about theatre actors: They were penniless sophisticated creatures that always had a certain glow to them, almost like a halo. It didn't matter where they were, it always followed them.
Suddenly she felt scruffy and ashamed of her shoes.
On the stage there was a young woman down on her knees, crying out loud and begging for forgiveness to another woman who had turned her back against her, looking outside a window.
Forgiveness she thought. If only saying sorry would make things right. The grudge never disappears.
Then there was him, standing in the corner. She was trying to understand what his role was. Was he a father, a son or maybe a lover?
How long had she known him? She was only in the beginning of her teens when he was doing kissing scenes in tv series. Even her mother would turn the tv towards the kitchen counter when he was on.
One day he completely disappeared from the tv screens. Rumours said that he had become broke and simply met the grim reality of showbiz. The latter was confirmed on a talk show he had attended 3 weeks ago, adding that he had been busy with theatre the last decade. He had also divorced his wife and was now living on his own.
On his own she thought. Him, on his own.
So he had been hiding behind the theatre curtain all these years. Enough time to swallow stage dust all right. He had added a few extra wrinkles on his forehead and was a little gray around the temples. Apart from that, he was still the same being that would make her dream that anything was possible.
"Uhm, hello?" called a voice from the forestage. She turned her head towards the voice to be met by a woman with a notepad in her hand.
"I'm sorry but this is a closed rehearsal. You can't be here," the woman said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied. Only to be met by full attention from the actors on the stage. He too, had her full attention, He looked almost worried about her, as if she was insane. She was so embarrassed that she goofyly made out the room and shut the door behind. Her heart pounding and her face reddened.
She was disappointed in herself. It had taken her 3 weeks to man up and pay the visit and 3 minutes to make a fool out of herself and walk out.
Heading home, she was taking out her frustration on every lose stone she stumpled upon, wearing out the soles of her shoes.
E.Y.
Saturday 23 October 2010
It's OK.
It's OK; always watching the game from the sideline, holding your breath each time the whistle blows.
You may never be given the chance, but you owe it to yourself, simply because you're filling a space, to try to hang in there.
E.Y
You may never be given the chance, but you owe it to yourself, simply because you're filling a space, to try to hang in there.
E.Y
Friday 8 October 2010
The river is never the same.
For each time she put on a sad face they would say 'You have your whole life ahead of you,' but it wasn't the remaining part that she cared for.
If only she could dive back into the past, cut and paste all the empty sequences.
This was only a self-deception; she knew she couldn't step into the same river twice.
E.Y.
If only she could dive back into the past, cut and paste all the empty sequences.
This was only a self-deception; she knew she couldn't step into the same river twice.
E.Y.
Monday 4 October 2010
Crash Boom Bang
"Have I met you before? You look very familiar" he said when she was about to take a sip of her coffee.
"You might have, I work on the 7th floor."
As for you, you're the busdriver, the guy I bump into on the street, the guy who sells me bagels and the guy who holds the door for me when I have no free hands.
He knew her name, but was having a hard time finding her on Outlook. He searched on Facebook over and over but was without luck since he didn't know her last name. There were 10000 Rachels. Where would he start and if he did find her, what would he say?
Eric, she thought. Eric Wieber. He had 5 different suits, 8 ties and somewhere between 7-10 shirts. Every time he passed her his Acqua Di Gio scent would make her heart miss a beat and run to the balcony on the 8th floor to grab some fresh air.
That morning, the office was unusually quiet, almost abandoned. Had she missed a fire drill or something? The echoing sound of her heels seemed remarkably louder than usual while walking towards the coffee machine. She wasn't a morning person and no one could see her smile before 9am and a cup of coffee.
She pressed the button for an americano when all of a sudden,the hair on her back raised. She hadn't noticed the footsteps behind her until the she felt the scent, it had surrounded her. Damn you GIO. The balcony was so far away at this point.
She pretended to be cool as she could hear him behind her,clearing his throat for a conversation.
Crash, boom, bang!
E.Y.
"You might have, I work on the 7th floor."
As for you, you're the busdriver, the guy I bump into on the street, the guy who sells me bagels and the guy who holds the door for me when I have no free hands.
He knew her name, but was having a hard time finding her on Outlook. He searched on Facebook over and over but was without luck since he didn't know her last name. There were 10000 Rachels. Where would he start and if he did find her, what would he say?
Eric, she thought. Eric Wieber. He had 5 different suits, 8 ties and somewhere between 7-10 shirts. Every time he passed her his Acqua Di Gio scent would make her heart miss a beat and run to the balcony on the 8th floor to grab some fresh air.
That morning, the office was unusually quiet, almost abandoned. Had she missed a fire drill or something? The echoing sound of her heels seemed remarkably louder than usual while walking towards the coffee machine. She wasn't a morning person and no one could see her smile before 9am and a cup of coffee.
She pressed the button for an americano when all of a sudden,the hair on her back raised. She hadn't noticed the footsteps behind her until the she felt the scent, it had surrounded her. Damn you GIO. The balcony was so far away at this point.
She pretended to be cool as she could hear him behind her,clearing his throat for a conversation.
Crash, boom, bang!
E.Y.
Tuesday 28 September 2010
I admired her for being her.
It was minus 10 degrees and I was waiting for a friend near a frozen fountain and could barely keep my teeth from shaking, while she was sitting by the edge of the fountain with her legs crossed and gazing vacantly before her.
I forgot about the icicle in me and started observing her
nonchalant manner and laid back style. She was wearing headphones and her hands were embracing a half-full bottle of red wine.
She didn't seem worried about anything, lifting the bottle to take a sip every now and then.
I wondered what kind of music she was listening to and who she was waiting for.
E.Y.
It was minus 10 degrees and I was waiting for a friend near a frozen fountain and could barely keep my teeth from shaking, while she was sitting by the edge of the fountain with her legs crossed and gazing vacantly before her.
I forgot about the icicle in me and started observing her
nonchalant manner and laid back style. She was wearing headphones and her hands were embracing a half-full bottle of red wine.
She didn't seem worried about anything, lifting the bottle to take a sip every now and then.
I wondered what kind of music she was listening to and who she was waiting for.
E.Y.
Monday 20 September 2010
Things just happen.
She furrowed her brow as she was struggling through a chapter in the book she was reading recently.
It was so unbearable that she preffered going back to the earlier chapters or skipping one or two. Chapter 12 it was. All the characters and actions were standing still except for their minds talking. She refused to be sucked into the descriptions and depths of their emotions.
She felt like carving the pages with a pen and ripping them out. Just get on with it she said to herself, unaware that she had been clenching her jaw. The book had lost it's page turner effect and had already been put down on the coffee table a couple of times that afternoon. It was either going to be read through that day or left for dusting for the rest of the year.
She had done it many times before. Her shelves consisted of unfinished books. Either their language was too hard or they had failed to engage her. It didn't make any difference if they were mainstream or among The Times' Top Ten and anyways, mainstream she hated. She never gave The Alchemist a chance, seeing it in everybody's hands that time. Sheep mentality she would think.
Why had everything stopped lately? By everything she meant the meaning of why things happen, for in this she wanted to believe in. It was the only thing to hold on to whether that was the case or not. Unfortunately, it was typical that evolution always took its place wherever and whenever not needed.
Suddenly she awakened by this thought and placed her eyes back on the page with the tiny gloomy texts.
I'm going to finish this bastard.
E.Y
It was so unbearable that she preffered going back to the earlier chapters or skipping one or two. Chapter 12 it was. All the characters and actions were standing still except for their minds talking. She refused to be sucked into the descriptions and depths of their emotions.
She felt like carving the pages with a pen and ripping them out. Just get on with it she said to herself, unaware that she had been clenching her jaw. The book had lost it's page turner effect and had already been put down on the coffee table a couple of times that afternoon. It was either going to be read through that day or left for dusting for the rest of the year.
She had done it many times before. Her shelves consisted of unfinished books. Either their language was too hard or they had failed to engage her. It didn't make any difference if they were mainstream or among The Times' Top Ten and anyways, mainstream she hated. She never gave The Alchemist a chance, seeing it in everybody's hands that time. Sheep mentality she would think.
Why had everything stopped lately? By everything she meant the meaning of why things happen, for in this she wanted to believe in. It was the only thing to hold on to whether that was the case or not. Unfortunately, it was typical that evolution always took its place wherever and whenever not needed.
Suddenly she awakened by this thought and placed her eyes back on the page with the tiny gloomy texts.
I'm going to finish this bastard.
E.Y
Wednesday 15 September 2010
Ghost town
Everybody knew what was coming. Hence, they were avoiding her like the plague. They would ask "What's the matter with you?" but not listen as she would try to explain that there was a matter but there was nothing wrong with her.
On the contrast, she felt like the only sane person around. But that was mere agitation than comfort. It made her feel sad and lonely. The feeling of walking in a ghost town became real; streets had no name and the only thing moving was whirlwinds of leaves and newspapers.
She would have loved this town if it hadn't seemed so empty.
E.Y
On the contrast, she felt like the only sane person around. But that was mere agitation than comfort. It made her feel sad and lonely. The feeling of walking in a ghost town became real; streets had no name and the only thing moving was whirlwinds of leaves and newspapers.
She would have loved this town if it hadn't seemed so empty.
E.Y
Monday 6 September 2010
We could be happy.
We could be happy, but chose not to and didn't know how to.
Our dreams were our punishment and adding a new one before the other was done, was like watching Tetris blocks rushing down the screen without fitting and overflowing.
We could be happy, occasionally, only not knowing how to enjoy it for we didn't know how long it would last so smiles would be halfhearted, eyes sadly fixed towards the horizon.
E.Y.
Our dreams were our punishment and adding a new one before the other was done, was like watching Tetris blocks rushing down the screen without fitting and overflowing.
We could be happy, occasionally, only not knowing how to enjoy it for we didn't know how long it would last so smiles would be halfhearted, eyes sadly fixed towards the horizon.
E.Y.
Sunday 22 August 2010
Mannequin world.
We were real people in a mannequin world. If they cut us, we bled, if they bent us, we broke.
E.Y.
E.Y.
Sunday 15 August 2010
Shipwreck
The stage after desperation is calm.
You untie your knot, loosen and reef out your seams and surrender as if floating on water.
Reaching the point of calmness is the shipwreck after a terrible storm. You wake up on a stranded beach with evey inch bruised and no possessions but are consoled with the fact that you're still alive.
E.Y.
You untie your knot, loosen and reef out your seams and surrender as if floating on water.
Reaching the point of calmness is the shipwreck after a terrible storm. You wake up on a stranded beach with evey inch bruised and no possessions but are consoled with the fact that you're still alive.
E.Y.
Friday 6 August 2010
The Rabbit Hole
I found a place for myself in the rabbit hole.
Deep in the dirt there were no excuses, no explanations.No need to juggle with emotions. No muppets giving you advice on how to suceed in life, thinking they had figured you all out of a fifteen minute conversation.
Phone calls, sms, e-mails, notifications, like and unlikes; I had been surrounded by beeps and blinks wherever I turned my head. I wanted to shut it all out and dig myself more into the rabbit hole where it was safe for me to look ugly and be weird.
Ugly; that is what life had become. It collided with every move you tried to make. It collided with the simplest desires and drained you until the rabbit hole became a paradise.
E.Y
Deep in the dirt there were no excuses, no explanations.No need to juggle with emotions. No muppets giving you advice on how to suceed in life, thinking they had figured you all out of a fifteen minute conversation.
Phone calls, sms, e-mails, notifications, like and unlikes; I had been surrounded by beeps and blinks wherever I turned my head. I wanted to shut it all out and dig myself more into the rabbit hole where it was safe for me to look ugly and be weird.
Ugly; that is what life had become. It collided with every move you tried to make. It collided with the simplest desires and drained you until the rabbit hole became a paradise.
E.Y
Saturday 17 July 2010
Wednesday 14 July 2010
The D- Day
At two different sides of town, two hearts were pounding and nervously getting ready for the big moment which they had been preparing themselves for the last couple of weeks. They had been chatting for months and countless hours until they decided it was time they met. The idea of dinner was overwhelming so she proposed to have a drink at a cozy cafe.
She kept changing her mind, piling up clothes on her bed because she either felt overdressed or too casual while he felt like an office boy with a shirt and blazer but on the other side, worried to appear like a teenager with a hoodie. One of them was definitely going to be late.
There were so many love stories out there but none of them had been hers.
The last time she was on a date it was with a total moron who had ordered a whole load to then realize that he had forgotten his credit card. Not only had she disliked him and his shrill voice but he had also made her pay the bill.
Apart from a few accidental situations with her stilletto heels, she managed to get to the cafe. She couldn't see him so she sat down and took out her filofax from her bag, opened it and started looking at blank pages and pretending she was going through notes.
Suddenly he appeared at the door. She was easy to spot as she was the only person sitting alone in the dim light. She had seen him seconds before but pretended that she hadn't. Damn it, she was nervous. She tried to avoid him until it became impossible and his whole body covered the light coming from the background.
"Oh, hello!" she said, hoping it didn't sound too fake. She stood up and bent over to give him a hug when she grasped his scent. It was faint and it was nice. A good start she thought.
"Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you", he said and sat down.
She could see that he was discreetly examining her. He seemed pleased. She was trying to understand if he was her type. He had small hands,a relatively small head with a big forehead. "Bald within 5 years" she thought.His shirt was buttoned all the way up to his collar. Could he breathe in that?
They were smiling and talking about "How awkward is this?" and different episodes of their chatting sessions.
She was an editor for a small fashion magazine and he was working with finance, though he hated it. He knew that anytime within the next week one of the partners at the company would let him go. He lacked the motivation and just didn't seem to fit into the men's club.
He didn't want to talk much about his work that evening. He just wanted one thing to work out and that was with her. Unlike her, he was very positive and admiring this wonderful creature that he was sitting with. She had elegance, she had style.
She didn't know what to think of him. He was allright but there wasn't any spark. They could be friends supposedly, but did she really need new friends? "Ah well" she thought. "At least he's not a loser".
They talked for another thirty minutes when they decided it was time to go home. He followed her out to take a taxi. He mentioned that they should meet again and she said "Sure". He gave her a kiss on the cheek and watched as she drove by. He was satisfied and started whistling as he walked along the sidewalk.
She came home and threw first her bag, then herself on the couch. She was tired of thinking and started to yawn. She didn't care about cleansing her face or brushing her teeth. She was looking forward to a good nights sleep.
There was one more thing she had to do before going to bed. She turned on her computer which already was on stand-by, logged on to the dating website and pressed "Delete profile".
E.Y.
She kept changing her mind, piling up clothes on her bed because she either felt overdressed or too casual while he felt like an office boy with a shirt and blazer but on the other side, worried to appear like a teenager with a hoodie. One of them was definitely going to be late.
There were so many love stories out there but none of them had been hers.
The last time she was on a date it was with a total moron who had ordered a whole load to then realize that he had forgotten his credit card. Not only had she disliked him and his shrill voice but he had also made her pay the bill.
Apart from a few accidental situations with her stilletto heels, she managed to get to the cafe. She couldn't see him so she sat down and took out her filofax from her bag, opened it and started looking at blank pages and pretending she was going through notes.
Suddenly he appeared at the door. She was easy to spot as she was the only person sitting alone in the dim light. She had seen him seconds before but pretended that she hadn't. Damn it, she was nervous. She tried to avoid him until it became impossible and his whole body covered the light coming from the background.
"Oh, hello!" she said, hoping it didn't sound too fake. She stood up and bent over to give him a hug when she grasped his scent. It was faint and it was nice. A good start she thought.
"Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you", he said and sat down.
She could see that he was discreetly examining her. He seemed pleased. She was trying to understand if he was her type. He had small hands,a relatively small head with a big forehead. "Bald within 5 years" she thought.His shirt was buttoned all the way up to his collar. Could he breathe in that?
They were smiling and talking about "How awkward is this?" and different episodes of their chatting sessions.
She was an editor for a small fashion magazine and he was working with finance, though he hated it. He knew that anytime within the next week one of the partners at the company would let him go. He lacked the motivation and just didn't seem to fit into the men's club.
He didn't want to talk much about his work that evening. He just wanted one thing to work out and that was with her. Unlike her, he was very positive and admiring this wonderful creature that he was sitting with. She had elegance, she had style.
She didn't know what to think of him. He was allright but there wasn't any spark. They could be friends supposedly, but did she really need new friends? "Ah well" she thought. "At least he's not a loser".
They talked for another thirty minutes when they decided it was time to go home. He followed her out to take a taxi. He mentioned that they should meet again and she said "Sure". He gave her a kiss on the cheek and watched as she drove by. He was satisfied and started whistling as he walked along the sidewalk.
She came home and threw first her bag, then herself on the couch. She was tired of thinking and started to yawn. She didn't care about cleansing her face or brushing her teeth. She was looking forward to a good nights sleep.
There was one more thing she had to do before going to bed. She turned on her computer which already was on stand-by, logged on to the dating website and pressed "Delete profile".
E.Y.
Sunday 11 July 2010
Deck of Cards
My words are meaningless. Like a deck of cards, I throw them in the air but they land on the floor disarrayed.
E.Y.
E.Y.
The Party
There I was, standing in the corner at a party, trying to mingle for the sake of... nothing really. I felt like I was tied with an invisible rope and couldn't concentrate on anything that was going on. People were meaninglessly moving back and fourth. Some were fetching drinks while other were trying to barge into others' conversations. It all seemed so fatigueing.
While my rope seemed to get tighter, I had forced myself to talk to two girls whom appeared to have escaped from a cartoon. I was fascinated by their sincerity and their enthusiastic faces with their articulated lips, composing a beautiful melody.
I was being spoken to and automatically shaking my head as if comprehending but all I could hear was a melody. Every time the tune ended with a high note I nodded as if agreeing. I even gave a smile once in a while.
I tried to listen but felt helpless at the thought of having become a pretentious social scum, avoiding mirrors as often as I could.
E.Y.
While my rope seemed to get tighter, I had forced myself to talk to two girls whom appeared to have escaped from a cartoon. I was fascinated by their sincerity and their enthusiastic faces with their articulated lips, composing a beautiful melody.
I was being spoken to and automatically shaking my head as if comprehending but all I could hear was a melody. Every time the tune ended with a high note I nodded as if agreeing. I even gave a smile once in a while.
I tried to listen but felt helpless at the thought of having become a pretentious social scum, avoiding mirrors as often as I could.
E.Y.
Wednesday 30 June 2010
To paint you.
If I ever painted you it would have been subtle and blurry. The colors would switch from black to white, leaving out any color in between your extreme emotions. Devastated and torn by your sudden change, my strokes would be swift and pressured.
E.Y.
E.Y.
Tuesday 22 June 2010
Another dimension.
Never had I seen such a group of people, gathering as quick as ants drawn to a candy bar and dissolving like a pill that hits the water. They would walk right through eachother and look over eachothers heads while they were talking.
With smiles so cold and laughters resembling a laughter machine in a bad comedy show, I had to force myself into another dimension. I avoided repeated aimless questions, simply because no one would handle the truth and reality would bite us all in the end.
As for my personality, it was put on hold. The road to ambitions guaranteed no happiness nor prosperity so I bit my tongue and tried to blend in, barely keeping myself from leaching up into the surface.
E.Y.
With smiles so cold and laughters resembling a laughter machine in a bad comedy show, I had to force myself into another dimension. I avoided repeated aimless questions, simply because no one would handle the truth and reality would bite us all in the end.
As for my personality, it was put on hold. The road to ambitions guaranteed no happiness nor prosperity so I bit my tongue and tried to blend in, barely keeping myself from leaching up into the surface.
E.Y.
Sunday 13 June 2010
Cherry pie
I don't know what it could be called. Whether it was a storm or one of those physofrenic weather situations prior to Oslo. There was storm, there was rain, darkness and there was sun at the same time. It was beautiful because it was undescribable. As usual,I preffered watching it from my window.
It made me want to bake cherry pie.
E.Y.
It made me want to bake cherry pie.
E.Y.
India
He was acting very juvenile for being a man in a suit though his five o'clock shadow was adding him a couple of more years. He liked that about himself though. It was breaking the stiffness of his suit and giving the impression that he was wearing it because he had to and not because he wanted to.
He spent just as long time as us women every night preparing for the next day. He dreaded ironing his shirts and trousers and always tried to postpone it as much as possible that by the time he was done, it was past midnight. The last minute shoe polish sessions in the morning always made him miss his buss and he always left the apartment wondering if he had forgotten something while the after taste of his toothpaste always left his mouth dry.
"Coffee", he thought.
He was standing at the end of the line at the coffee shop, thinking of where he wanted to spend his next holiday. It didn't really matter where it was, or who it was with. He needed a break. He was sick of the same expressionless faces he saw everyday.
It was at that moment he noticed the book in her hand "Lonely Planet, India". She was standing right in front of him, trying to find her wallet and practically emptying her bag for it.
"India", he thought, maybe a little loud enough to be met by her questiongly look. "Oh", he said. "Are you going to India?".
"Yes", she said." A friend of mine is getting married there and I thought I'd explore the other cities while I was there". She was surprised at how much she had said within 20 seconds.
"Never been on my priority list" he said quite happy with himself. "Aren'there cows and goats running around the streets with monkeys sitting on top of your head?".
"I guess you see what you want to see", she said. "What about the party city Goa or Taj Mahal, the greatest declaration of love ever?".
"Yeah yeah, he said with a sarcastic smile on his face. " You girls always look on the romantic side of things. Us guys, we're more rational, you know."
"Don't I", she said and rolled her eyes.
"One Caffe latte to go!" someone shouted.
"That's mine" she said and grabbed her coffee then turned and looked at the guy, "Well, have a nice summer then".
"Thank you, you too!"
[From the counter,"]Yes sir?"
"An Americano please" he replied. He grabbed a couple of coffee beans by the counter and started to play with them while he was looking out the window towards the street...at the faces, they had no expressions.
E.Y
He spent just as long time as us women every night preparing for the next day. He dreaded ironing his shirts and trousers and always tried to postpone it as much as possible that by the time he was done, it was past midnight. The last minute shoe polish sessions in the morning always made him miss his buss and he always left the apartment wondering if he had forgotten something while the after taste of his toothpaste always left his mouth dry.
"Coffee", he thought.
He was standing at the end of the line at the coffee shop, thinking of where he wanted to spend his next holiday. It didn't really matter where it was, or who it was with. He needed a break. He was sick of the same expressionless faces he saw everyday.
It was at that moment he noticed the book in her hand "Lonely Planet, India". She was standing right in front of him, trying to find her wallet and practically emptying her bag for it.
"India", he thought, maybe a little loud enough to be met by her questiongly look. "Oh", he said. "Are you going to India?".
"Yes", she said." A friend of mine is getting married there and I thought I'd explore the other cities while I was there". She was surprised at how much she had said within 20 seconds.
"Never been on my priority list" he said quite happy with himself. "Aren'there cows and goats running around the streets with monkeys sitting on top of your head?".
"I guess you see what you want to see", she said. "What about the party city Goa or Taj Mahal, the greatest declaration of love ever?".
"Yeah yeah, he said with a sarcastic smile on his face. " You girls always look on the romantic side of things. Us guys, we're more rational, you know."
"Don't I", she said and rolled her eyes.
"One Caffe latte to go!" someone shouted.
"That's mine" she said and grabbed her coffee then turned and looked at the guy, "Well, have a nice summer then".
"Thank you, you too!"
[From the counter,"]Yes sir?"
"An Americano please" he replied. He grabbed a couple of coffee beans by the counter and started to play with them while he was looking out the window towards the street...at the faces, they had no expressions.
E.Y
Friday 14 May 2010
Why bother
He said "Why bother?". I said "Well, you never know you know. It's worth sticking around and waiting to see"
Wednesday 21 April 2010
That Day
The day started with a cold shower,drops
Hitting her neck like needles,
Reminding her that it was just as cold outside.
The Spring had never come, just like Summer,
The green winter was an illusion.
That day she preferred candles to sunlight.
She lifted her hand to dim the light
While she was finishing the last sentence
And warms drops had started to mud her keypad.
Hitting her neck like needles,
Reminding her that it was just as cold outside.
The Spring had never come, just like Summer,
The green winter was an illusion.
That day she preferred candles to sunlight.
She lifted her hand to dim the light
While she was finishing the last sentence
And warms drops had started to mud her keypad.
Thursday 15 April 2010
The men who needed saviour.
There were many of them; the men who needed saviour. They were unarmed, defeated with a baggage full of melancholy. Too many visions had led to confusions. At first glance we found it charming; an unhealthy foundation of our pity and their shame.
Like with a water well, we lowered our ropes waiting to hit their depth of darkness. What was life without a challenge?
Whether it was a determination worth admiration or desperation could be discussed.
E.Y.
Like with a water well, we lowered our ropes waiting to hit their depth of darkness. What was life without a challenge?
Whether it was a determination worth admiration or desperation could be discussed.
E.Y.
Sunday 11 April 2010
Friday 2 April 2010
Vampire state of mind.
You wake up one morning, lonely, drained and thirsty not remembering what came over you last night. A look in the mirror stumbles you when you are shocked by the bitemarks on your neck and the paleness of your face. Every part of your body aches. Yesterday's sadness and despair that made you do what you did,is now replaced by emptiness.
But if there is one thing that's worse than sadness, then that is to be senseless.
E.Y
But if there is one thing that's worse than sadness, then that is to be senseless.
E.Y
Sunday 14 March 2010
Lizard in a snow blizzard
I watched her watch him. My curiosity over hers and her confusion over her own curiousity had caught my attention. The thought of being with him was as unreal as seeing a lizard in a snow blizard. Their corrupted worlds would never unite them as she underneath her veil was invisible to him.
E.Y
E.Y
Tuesday 2 February 2010
Naive
At the age of cynicism, we were still naive. Naive because we were still disappointed. We were still human.
E.Y
E.Y
Saturday 16 January 2010
The Kiss
A whirlwind of unbiased actions, capturing the peak of the moment. The outside world is distanced an alienated. For this moment concerns no one other than the two. Their inner depth reflects upon their passions. A passion so strong that every person walking by will stumble, gaze and not know how to put their feelings into words.
E.Y.
Picture by Matthew Allan
E.Y.
Picture by Matthew Allan
Thursday 14 January 2010
Right or Wrong
Often we say "I was too good for him anyway", but we forget that what matters isn't being too good or bad, but being the right person for one and other.
E.Y.
E.Y.
Tuesday 5 January 2010
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