Memory

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to choose what memories to store in your head (and the sensation that came with them in your heart)? Wouldn't it be nice to have directories in you mind, where you can store files of your choosing, delete them at will, open them when you feel like to, or just ignore them for eternity?
 
Wouldn't it be nice to never forget birthdays, anniversarys, your loved ones statistics, your health history, but be able to forget hard feelings? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to collect those feelings, put them in one place and just send them to oblivion?
 
How do you rule your mind - and your heart? How do you extract all those informations that have been stored from the moment you cried your first cry until today - many many years afterwards? To not forget - but yet to forget.
 
Don't carry your memory like an excess bagage. But what to do when they just show themself in front of you and give you back all those forgotten feelings? Nice ones are just fine to re-live. But upleasant ones you wish to erase from your life?
 
Let bygone be bygone. Yeah.
 
 

nothing

nothing, just jumble of thoughts running in my mind, getting away before i could catch them

nothing, just madness, colors, sparkles, explosions, slivers of images, not one making sense

hush.........

Toothfairy

Toothfairy decided to break my tooth last monday, while I was having an enjoyable lunch of soto mie. She left me with a gap in my mouth, and part of tooth that looks like stalagmyte (or stalagtyte?).

I seek another toothfairy help for restoring my smile. And she did. It cost me two visits and a million humble rupiahs.

His eyes

His eyes
locked on mine
with sparklings
from something deep
inside

love
of our 8 years marriage
of time before that

love
flowing now in his blood
beating with his heart

love
that smiles at me
and sees me
thru
his eyes


(kiki, i love you)

Joy of a friend

I have a female friend, a colleague I've been working for more that eight years. Somehow, we got so close......it hurts not to talk to each other even for a day. Sometimes we call each other: yo, my twin sister! Our brainwaives are so connected at times that we can communicate simply by staring at each other. Cool heh?

I just have hearty laughings with her my stomach and cheecks become sore. Gosh...... the joy to have someone to share so much fun, simply by talking.

Thanks Uciek, for being such a joy.