With great joy, and with a heart with burning hope, spiced with little tick of fear and uncertainties, I spent 24 hours of my life to celebrate my serenity.
I continue to work on the technical document I started early evening. No deviations, just work. Aside from the sound of ticking clock, I hadn’t heard myself complaining on getting cold water for my coffee which supposed to be hot.
Got my first SMS. It was a simple greetings from a person least expected.
My keyboard got noisy and clicking of mouse became more forceful. But my beloved buddy still saw me smiling. My buddy even giggled when I changed my writer’s hat to software tester’s hat. This time I got hot coffee. And it was freaky good coffee!
Why? My buddy asked, can’t you click and press with Phil Collins and David Pomeranz around? Of course I can! I got my headset and play Asin’s Anak then Phil Collins’ You’ll be in my heart. So Stitches and Burn followed and Light and Shade queued. A healthy dose of Beautiful Girl; then I heard my self singing Your Love with Outfield. The freaky coffee made me feel good.
Another SMS. A friend remembered. But I had forgotten to get intomy playlist, My Girl, My Woman, My Friend. Some things are not meant for each other. Sad but true.
Got many messages. I never replied one.
I was in South Bus Terminal. Seemed like I don’t go back to where my journey began. My private moments began.
I was glad to be back safely. Why not talk if talking help me forgot undesired moments that was bugging my mind and corrupted good moments?
Got enough dose of solids. But she was around. The freaky coffee tempted me.
The session began.
I got a healthy dose of senseless dose. 24 was almost over but the breeze that will whisper to me expected message that I continually deny didn’t come.
It didn’t still.
It was over. Amnesia is a world problem! But I need a sleep. A rest. I don’t like to waste my emotion.
My time to clean my mess.