La Manzana

I'm writing this upon a friend. She's something. Something in a good way.

She's a friend's ex.

It doesn't matter. I'm not wooing her anyway. Just being a friend.

She's taller than me. Slightly taller. Maybe just a few centimeters extra. Her body is quite slim. The type which can eat all they want without gaining weight- every girl's dream body. She's a year younger than me. She's cute, I might say.

She talks a lot,normally. And I like that. Because I'm a boring dude, I don't really talk. She always keep the conversation going. Always got something to say.

I like her laugh. It's different from other girls. She's quite independent too.

She greets me almost every morning. She calls me si kacak at times. Girls don't normally do that. And I like that.

I like her a lot. One of my best companion so far. My outing partner. That's more suitable.

She's my friend. A good friend.

Come on, think of something!

This thing happens every time I want to write here.

My mind will suddenly be shrouded in mists of confusion, I might say, and starts to think about all the things I dreaded.

I mean, I wanna write something readable here, something that everyone could enjoy but my dubious mind keeps me writing some melancholic things and absurdities.

Look, it ain't easy trying to be a writer. Well that's exactly what I'm trying to do.

I'm trying to try being a writer.

And I find it hard to do. I'm focusless. Maybe that's the right way to put it.

Well, maybe sometime we should just take a break and plan.

Oh fuck! That's it! Writers plan!

That's my problem. I don't plan what I wanna write. That's how things turn shitty. That's how my writings turn stupid. And absurd. Well that's the correct way to put it.

Plan your writings. Plan what you wanna do. Some random wise guy once said that

"If you fail to plan, you're planning to fail"

Yeah I guess that's true.

Help

I'm drowning

I'm confused

I can't make up my mind.

I know it's not fair for her. She loves me all her heart and here I am, having feelings for others. The thing is, I didn't ask for it.

My pal and I, we've been together like this since 3 years back. It's even before I know my partner.

My partner and I, we met 15months ago.

I know that I love her. We know we love each other. But we also know that we'll be stuck in this situation forever. We know we can't make it. I have my own commitments. So does her. It's just that, I love her.

No matter how fucked up things are, I will never leave the ones who loves me wholeheartedly. I hope that's fair enough.

Am I?

#dying

1

Darkness Darkness all around Excruciating pain Is all I can feel I'm too tired Let me go I won't try to fight anymore I will Be gone #dying

2

Stuck in a vacuum Blinding darkness,deafening silence Why am I here? Elise,where am I? Impact. Yes,impact. It was. Right.I'm dead. #dying

3

i love life i love living i love living with you yes, grow old with you dreams came true on this bed now i'm too weak i'll leave soon #dying

(A,2014)

Know Your Rights

This is a public service announcement!
Know your rights
All three of them

Number 1,
You have the right not to be killed.
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a policeman or an aristocrat.

Number 2,
You have the right to food money.
Providing of course, you don't mind a little investigation, humiliation.
And if you cross your fingers, rehabilitation.

Know your rights
These are your rights
Know these rights

Number 3,
You have the right to free speech
As long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of them

It has been suggested in some quarters that this is not enough!

Get off the streets
Run

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent.
You are warned that anything you say can and will be taken down, and used as evidence against you.

Listen to this:

RUN

(Adapted from The Clash's "Know Your Rights")