Tom held Sophia’s hand in his, grasping tightly like they used to do on their long walks in the park. He felt a spark, a little ignition, a tiny fire – a mere representation of the burning love they used to have. Sophia smiled at him, as though she was feeling the same way.

Tears begin to well up in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if they wear tears of sadness or joy.

“Do you think we just forgot?” he asked her, blinking his tears back.

“Forgot what?”

“This,” said Tom as he gripped her hand tighter. “All of this,” he motioned to the surroundings of their favorite table at their favorite restaurant. “We used to be so happy together.”

“No, we didn’t forget. I didn’t. I chose not to remember,” she replied turning away from him. “After what you did, I told myself I’d never put myself through such pain again.”

Tom looked aghast. “Then why are you here? Why did you choose to come out tonight?”

“To make sure you remembered how I felt when you broke my heart.”

Sophia put her cigarette out, got up from her seat and waved over a man who had just walked into the restaurant. “Ah, he’s here.”

Tom stared speechlessly at the man approaching their table. As he got closer, Tom noticed that he was a very attractive man. Dressed stylishly but not over the top, a strong jawline, and broad shoulders complementing a confident walk. Tom didn’t need an introduction as he watched Sophia swoon into the man’s arms.

“Goodbye, Tom,” she said as she left the restaurant, arm in arm with the tall handsome man.

“Goodbye,” Tom said to himself as he downed his whiskey and lit up another cigarette.

Writing Prompt from Reddit: “Do you think we just forgot?”

Face down receipts

You know, one thing that has puzzled me for the longest time is how mamaks handle their receipts. If they don’t stick it in a cup or fold it up, they always hand it to you face down. And one of the first things you normally do is flip it the right way up to see how much the restaurant is going to extort you for that piece of fried chicken. This isn’t a rare occurrence or something strange that happened once in my life. It happens all the time.

I can’t think of any reason why they would want to put the receipt face down. It’s not like it’s going to make the meal any cheaper. The numbers don’t change. Are they aware of the exorbitant prices they wrote down that they’re too ashamed to hand you the bill face up? And that by the time you finish turning the piece of paper around, they would have already walked away?

I’m not complaining about the prices – after all I chose to go to that mamak in the first place. So why hide the price? No other restaurants seem to do this. Hell, you’d be hard pressed to get a bill in the first place if you eat in a Chinese restaurant that wasn’t serving “tai chow”.

10,000 Summers

While it sucks that bands break up, I’ve learnt how to deal with it. I relisten to old records – after all they’ve already been recorded. They aren’t going anywhere. You can always put them on and listen to them again (just like when your favorite bands change style and you don’t dig their newer stuff). But there’s one good thing can come out of bands breaking up – members going on to form new bands. Case in point: No Devotion.
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ColWri2.1x – Essay Writing Assignment #1 – Teleporters

An invention that you would like to create (or an existing invention that you think should never have been created):

This appeared to be a pretty easy subject to write about at first – after all, what would everyone write about except a teleporter? Right? In my opinion, it’s one of the greatest devices that has yet to be invented (or at least I’m aware of). A teleporter will let people get from place to place instantly – eliminating traveling by vehicles. This solves a large number of problems – time spent commuting, air pollution and stuff like car accidents.

However, instant travel can also create a lot of problems. For one, criminals can commit crimes and just escape to another part of the world instantly, making them hard to track down. New accidents could also be introduced with the use of teleporters – based on my experience with video games i.e. telefragging. A telefrag is a special kind of frag or kill that results when a player or monster stands on the location of a teleporter destination as another player teleports to that location. The monster or player who was originally standing at that location will instantly die. [Source]

To solve the issues above, access to teleporters will need to be controlled or regulated. This means, people will be standing by to guard the devices as well as screen its passengers. Maybe known criminals can be implanted with chips that teleport them straight into prison if they ever escape and try to travel via a teleporter. I doubt I’ll be seeing any teleporters in my lifetime, but if and when they are finally invented, I hope they become as useful as I envision them to be!

Songs, Straws, and Celebrities

One of the most frustrating things I experience on a frequent basis is hearing a tune or song in my head and not knowing what it is. I’ll spend hours of my day trying to figure out what it is. Even in today’s connected world, it can still be a chore.

You don’t know the words to the song (or worse – the song has no lyrics) and you’re left with a barely recognizable tune which you hum out – usually in the wrong key and nobody can help you to figure it out. Soundhound can’t recognize your shitty humming, and you don’t have the words to Google.

And then sometimes you find a song that sorta sounds like what you’re looking for, which satisfies you for a bit, and then you realize that it’s not the song you were looking for. Or it turns out to be a song you didn’t like in the first place and it was stuck in your head just because.

Usually, you’ll forget about the song by the end of the day. But a few days later, another song will take its place.

From all the years I’ve been alive, one thing I’ve noticed in every fast food restaurant is that nobody ever takes exposed straw from the straw dispenser. EVER. I’m the only one who takes it.

I get that people think the exposed straw is somehow dirtier than the other straws inside the dispenser, but is that really the case? Who’s to say the straws inside aren’t just as dirty or even dirtier?

I’ve yet to get sick from using a straw. Until then, I’ll be saving myself presses and extending the lifespan of the straw dispenser.

Why do girls say it’s such a waste whenever an actor is hot and gay? It’s not like they had a chance with him in the first place.

If a hot actress is gay, guys think it’s a bonus. lnny