e.g.g.-i.n.g.
I am messaging with someone who are a friend yet a stranger. It is someone I’ve briefly noticed during gym. That got me thinking how superficial we human have become. We prefer the cosiness of cyber rather than the awkward physical presence. Often we could talk for hours on the phone with strangers, but the only hours we spend face to face over coffee is silence. Or that we are neighbors or colleagues who share the same lift or brush shoulders daily, yet never even say hi — We become buddies in Friendster (not that i use it). Or like a friend who shag a guy for a mere one-night-stand, only later knowing the person as his friend’s boyfriend. Then again there is also the friend who shag his friend’s boyfriend even after knowing they are together. Or that you type and type with no recollection, it is a pointless strategy that you yourself can’t perform; what more expecting others to do so. Regardless what, it has become somewhat morbid cycle of the happy community.
You can cook an egg, can’t you?
It is easy
In four simple steps
Heat the pan
Drop the butter
Crack the egg
Pinch in some salt
And in less than five you have your egg
Cooked!
What we don’t always get is the perfectness of an egg
The white cloudy fluff
The golden liquidy york
We split the york before it even touch the pan
We break it when we flip over
We burn one side if not both
We have the whole kitchen burning up in flame, or not
We mistaken a pinch with a punch
We make it into scramble when it was hopeless
But it was still an egg
And we’d still eat it
Copernicus told me this year is mine to hold but not to have. I hate to disappoint his theory. He said some nasty things; like how I shouldn’t make a nuinsance out of myself, and that I should keep out of other’s business. On top of that bit, I should be more patience and forgiving, even though around idiots and bastards who can’t seem to get things right. So basically he’s telling me “this gonna be a shitty year for ya”.
But there is a sorta’ vaccine for that — I best own a tiger! And mini-black-and-orange-stripped G-string doesn’t count.
