I Swear I Saw A Gorilla Playing Guitar There. But The Officer Gave Me A White Connecting Sleeve Shirt

For some certain reason i really don't have any words here but i always trying to write a lot of things that i wanted to share. Actually I've been attracted to new mobile phone from LG mobile called new LG Chocolate, i think it's just cool. The perfect phone for myself, like my own self. Despite of the dash of red over their head and feet. Well i think LG have been developing in these last 2 years. A lot. D'oh i can't help myself from gadgets they are cool stuffs. Gadgets help human life being easier aren't they but i wonder why they are so pricey. Maybe we're buying technology, and researches, hard work from people done the research

SOOOOoooo so so so so so what's in my mind is about emotional bond. So i have a friend recently came to me and shared about her love life soooo so so so so so ill tell you the story in third person view. Let's say there's a girl, and a boy named Billy, and Sarah *common name on your English book

So they were attracted, adore each other. Sarah likes this boy so much for uncertain reason. Sarah liked when Billy around. Call on late night held hand when hang out french kiss hug snuggles. Sarah found it difficult to keep on the track while a void cramped on her bone marrow. She agreed with Bill for keep it as it is. When they said love to each other they trust each other like no one else. They both have angel on their shoulders to keep an eye. Someone to lean on when about to broke without afraid of losing each other.

While they agreed on their uniquely shaped yet unavoidable relationship, Sarah felt something gibberish kept her awaken at night spoke on her ear lead her fingers of touching the numeric keypad. To give a message goodnight while in sudden a message was received while she wrote the new message addressed to Bill

Too bad that message weren't from Bill. Ruined the whole mood to sent a message she cried. Too long then dried until eyelids cover her sight. She thought that she'd better gone sleeping because her dream is better than reality.

She understand the consequences, the disadvantages of her relationship.

No emotional bonds, no secure, no warm hand to held her cheek when she need it
"How a question "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" helps girl from her sorrow

"How an official relationship helps one
"How emotional bond helps one's soul came out from despair, insecure, and inexplicably happiness
"How a word changed one's life

"I LOVE YOU... WOULD YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?"

A Boy's Calculated

How do i have to say...

People became insane because of a person. You came to another town, you got crazy about one, and they will make you insane. You would do numerous reckless things, stupid things, or probably inexplicable cheery behave you done.

A Bond, and a love. Love is something that is unexplainable it's a word express you needing someone physically, emotionally, and sexually. For example I care about my house maid, I like to cook some food, and share it with her. I'd care if she got sick or she cried but i don't want her to hug me or give me some sort of attention.

A bond made by two or more people that united by their affinities. Hundred thousand hours they've spent, gallons of tears they shared, hundred billions money they spent.

Dozens picture frame of their grandchildren sons with their family on back of the seat. They both sat there on their personal labelled couch. A strong bond between each other

My friend once came to me, and asked "Why do my girl always make little things become big, and big things can even going bigger?". I can't explain it too but sometimes what you did and you said seemed didn't really matter were hurt them. I could say being together with someone you should have take it slow. Don't too get high tempered on both of you. Someone must've loose it up. This what called "understanding" needed.

I once read a short story about a girl who complains a lot on her boyfriend

"I hate you! Why did you do all this Cliff! You're a total disaster!

If you're a Math you would got minus 10 for coming to school always messy and ugly. Even when you came here you used that stinky hair wax and it looks awfully cheesy! ANOTHER Minus 10! For making me ashamed in front of a lot of people because you brought me with your old motorcycle and the worst part. I go with it every morning UNDERLINE THAT. ANOTHER Minus 10 for giving me flowers. I don't like flowers! It's so old fashioned! ANOTHER Minus 10 because you're not always available when i asked you to accompany me like the last time to Lisa's birthday it was so important for me everyone was expecting me. Then how stupid i was stood there alone for hours! Waiting for you to pick me up after i CALLED YOU TO PICK ME! AND THE LAST THING Minus 100 for always make me cry and didn't hug me because you're too stupid to calm me down! You're minus 100 out of 10 you know that Cliff!"

I cried all the way with hatred along burns in my chest while i heard someone told me that Cliff came. He gave me an amount of flowers. But i threw it back and i said "It's UGLY! You never understand that I DON'T LIKE FLOWERS!" followed by "Oh one more thing. Don't pick me up tomorrow morning!" Cliff look shocked but the minute later the face mimic became neutral. He went home while looked back at me, sad

I feel so bad, but yet i can't bear the hatred. I continued to cry all night.

Next morning at class Cliff gave me an ugly full smile of him then I turn my face to another side while mumbled in hate. I hate Cliff all the way to the core. I'm so happy now Cliff stay away from me most of the time. But well i still got some disturbance till it's going for 3 weeks. Till Cliff showed up in front of my door.

He said that he must been moved to another town with all his family. Started the next day. Because his dad would been transfered for his work. He told me that how big his love to me but i kept quiet. I hate him so much. The next thing i can't forget till now that he said "But I don't know if can i still love you after all these things you done to me" it made me hate him even more. He thought he can threaten me with that?

Well I'm glad he's gone. So i could gone back lay down in my room. I just want to sleep, and end the day immediately.

I started my first class the morning. Glad i didn't see Cliff on the front row. The chair was unoccupied now.

The bell rang oh i missed something. No one heard my stories before it started. The class started as usual. It keep on going as a routine. I daydreamed, i felt hollow. But i chuckled because he isn't there till then the bell rang for the break time. I still sit on my chair. As usual 5th line 2nd row still staring at the empty chair on my north east. I want potato chips! But nobody bought me potato chips on break time just because i like it. Nobody shared me Coke or Strawberry Fanta just because I like the color. No one walks with me to class anymore. Accompany me on break time just hear my stories. Nobody would take me to somewhere new. No motorcycle roars. No flowers i received. My world spun in sudden like I'm in a bad vertigo. I lost in my own dimension.

Each nights afterwards I keep trying to figure out what i've done. Every single night night for a full three months. But then i realize that i lost him. I wasted him. I really miss him now. I regretted for what i did to him. I really... really missed him.

Oh geez why this happened now. When it was all late, so late.

Then I'm remembering my statements that i said before. One by one and I started to cry. Eventually i cried even harder. Groan like crazy. Then while crying i tried to say

"Minus 10 for using that wax and looked cheesy but PLUS 100 for trying to look good in front of me at anytime! Minus 10 for making me ashamed with your old motorcycle but PLUS 100 you used your motorcycle to pick me up every morning before the school starts while it takes an hour and a half to get here. Minus 10 for giving me flowers but PLUS 100! You saved your lunch money just for brought me flowers which presumably you bring every week and those potato chips, Cokes, or even movie tickets. Minus 10 because you always make me cry and didn't hug me but PLUS 100 you listen. Minus 10 for not being able to go to the birthday party on the other day but PLUS 100 because you always be able to accompany me when I'm in the mood to go out. Almost everyday" .

The tears still streams hard but that doesn't make everything come back.

This tears would not change anything.

A word "Sorry" would be the silliest thing he would heard on these times.

He must been wouldn't forgive me.

Ask him an apology is just late... Too late

I hate myself for doing all of these things. Now most of my body parts were numb because i just had attempted a suicide.

An Offer of Comfort

I read an article about smoking habit about a month ago. It told us about what the worth of a cigarette for a smoker. The article was too long yet boring but i hope i got something make sense there. But i did found something interesting that said "No one ever grown up so we need cigarettes the same as when we need suck our thumb when we're still little". Well it makes sense, and I'm glad to see that word.

First of all people gets old they really do. Physically, wrinkles, rubbery skin, shaky voice, Mind, and behave. How old they become 50 years 75? 80? Hundred years? We still saw them cried.

Crying is a natural act. A relieve for people when they can't bear like how sad they are. How pissed. How fed up. How great their lost. How the way they've been survived. How touched they look at poor people or how happy they are they might be cried. Everyone will come back to their childhood when they felt an enormous disturbing feeling.

A 52 years old comic collector, a 25 years old candy addict, a 32 years old hardcore gamer. Robotic and technology is just a few example of developed toys". It suited for their ages. How smart people can be, how clever they are measured by degrees, and education title, how mature they become a constant law: Less dynamic they will become. No Matter how old we are, we still have childish side of us. "Sometimes the key of being success is just keep childish" - Paul Arden

Sometimes i heard people telling positive thoughts. Telling that they are strong insisting that they are sad. But it was contrasted by the sincere feeling. Sometimes it's just corroding, grind, pound, slice, painful. But what can we do? Angry? To whom? People pray. Like "The Secret" book which recently overheard telling us that the power of mind really affect life. So keep it positive. In the end, when we can't cope it, we innocently said "God, please help me, i need a shelter, a place to seek for comfort"

A dotties for a baby, an offer of comfort, an endless open field, an alternative way to run, a bad day, a big failure, lottery lost, withered dog, bad score for today math paper, unbearable nervousness, deadlines, farewells, goodbye waves, great lost, a big playground, a christmas present, dying mom, a shock after an accident,terrible mistake we done

Sometimes we just need a hug

Oh i saw my auntie hugs a polar bear doll just now :)

あの。。。キッスして

“ I feel bare when your hand is not in mine,

I felt lost when I seek for your hand and can’t catch it”

Goose Neck? I Know That Prevent Bacterias!

Please, the doors always open even when i close my eyes from whatever happening
i beg you please i want to hear the sound of your voice, the laugh, the sound of your breath, kiss my eyes before I'm lost, and feel your fingers on my palm

But the truth is, i can't reach you now...

I can't hold any longer, my eyes are about to close. But remember the doors always open even when I'm lost. Please give me a chance for the last time. I want to hear the sound of your voice. Before i close my eyes.

Oh Lord, What Makes It So Clear Just By A Word

I like you, I like you way too long now. I just don’t know what to say and what to react when I’m around you. You seem to be so not into love and things. I’m nervous when I talk to you because you react so different every other time. Please stop being so ridiculously unreachable. Do you know I'm screaming I love you and I really like you down here right now?

Sorry Place To Hide Is Sold Out

A young man travels around Mexico where the sun is glaring hot and the wind smells salty, where everyone is not pale and talking in a strange language. Patrick Guado he named as stated on the letter. He came from Tuscaloosa, Alabama where he is raised by sisters in a orphanage for 18 years before one of the sisters,sister Benedicta found him almost freezes in front of orphanage door "That night was raining hard and i heard someone knocks hard on the door" that voice always playing all time in Patrick's head the only clue to find his family. Sister Benedicta gives him some money and a blessing, he bought some clothing and a paper to which given on the same time when sister Benedict sees him on basket crying there written his name and a message to whom found this boy.

He walked along the market and houses people staring at him which making him feel uncomfortable. He decided to ask around is there someone on this whole town looked like him. bars, clubs, houses, stores, pub, secondhand market, he finds it difficult when everyone said they don't know it. No one knows except the tailor an old lady with thick eye glasses white hair, veil, pale and her face looks like a witch a tad evil witch. She busied with her work, he said "Sorry" old lady still doing her work but before he say sorry for the second time she avert to his direction look the young man from the space between her eyebrow and the eye glasses half moon frame. She look at him from the top to the bottom and said

"Young boy, have a sit"

"Oh thank you" he replied then took a chair near him and sat

She said "There must be something brought you here from far away isn't it young boy?"

"How do you know?" he replied in surprise but then the old lady chuckle,

"Your bag young boy, it's not common for someone bring a big bag along and came into a small tailor store"

Patrick too surprised to say something suddenly the old lady put down her work and turn her body to where Patrick sat "So what do you want young boy?"

Patrick still a tad surprised but later he move his lips asking the same thing "Do you know a couple or someone that looks like me in this whole town?"

"What's the story?" she replied

"I came from an orphanage and looking for my real parents " said Patrick

"Wait let me look at you closer" Patrick lean his head toward the old lady direction, she touch the young boy's face and she began to cry

"What's wrong!" Patrick said

she said "I know this face"

as the lady said that Patrick began to speculate "Don't say a thing! Don't tell me that you are my mother!" she keeps crying scared

"Where have you been old lady! Why did you leave me there!"

she cried even harder and said "No! NO! She's not me! She is Damita! Kesare Damita! She living together with Abigail Lopez Guado. He is your father"

Patrick feel anxious "But how do you know all of this! You're a liar! What is your name!"

"Abi was someone for me someone who mean a lot to me. He promised me to wait when i am going to accompany my parents to another city to sell what my father done with minerals. I am Elisa, Elisa Dorota if that made you better"

Patrick cut the conversation "Oh I'm sorry go on then I'm listening"

"So Abi cannot preserve to wait and i heard that he met Kesare i know Kesare, she is beautiful, long haired, and a perfect woman for Abi. I'm hurted by what Abi done to me but i feel happy that he can find someone better than me. You don't know how much you look like Abi and Kesare"

Patrick held his head and grab his hair take a deep breath and exhale it and said "So how can i found this two people?"

"You can find them 30 minutes from here to shore direction there's a store called Abby's Taco near the shore, there they are" Patrick kissed the old lady cheek and said

"Thank you Elise you help me a lot" and he ran off towards the shore.

He is thinking what could be possibly happen when he met them what he must do when he met them while he is still running carefully for not to shake the content of his bag. Finally he stopped when he see the shore he repeatedly look at the store in front of the shore. He found the store called "Abby's taco" a black letters with a red and white circles around it gulps his saliva down, his knee is shaking and he takes another step closer to the booth. The booth is crowded and there's one old man and woman wearing a white polo shirt and red at the collar and a hat the lower body hid by the booth. He takes another step to where the booth is and a lot of steps till close enough to saw their faces. He lines up, it was 8 person before he met one of them. Now 5, 3, then 1 left. Seconds feels like doubling on it amount. Finally, the person in front of him got his taco. He came closer by taking a narrow step toward the taco stand. Now his turn "Taco young boy?"