The Journal of an Ordinary Man

…long time.

School’s keepin’ me busy, and I haven’t really had time to write posts. Tsk tsk. Poor tumblr. Haha.

The Gorgeous Stranger

All around me were people with smiles on their faces. To my left was a cute little girl who, with her left hand held a cone of ice cream and with the other her mother’s hand. A moving sight it was, that the mother took her daughter out to this year’s fest, ‘cause I remember seeing the same woman holding a baby only a few yesterdays back. Ah, time flies so quickly.

Now music starts filling the air. An acoustic song was being played by the band on stage. Their rather mellow choice of song seemed to draw only a handful of people. I found myself slowly walking towards the front of the stage. No, the band doesn’t have hypnotic powers. I was simply drawn to the complex simplicity of the song’s arrangement. It was music to my ears. As I drew near the audience, I was captivated by the sight of a girl. She had her back on me, but I just knew she was gorgeous. She wore a dark brown cap, with her blonde, curly hair flowing down her back. What seemed like a knitted, black sweater was wrapped around her body, hiding her fair and smooth skin. Her skirt which hung loosely halfway between the knees and feet swayed as the wind blew ever so gently.

Read More

The Brother I Never Had

9 months. My family was supposed to have another member by then. Another member surely came, but left too, much too soon. He came and breathed the air of this world for but a few minutes and then, he was gone.

The cold air of the night was about me. Darkness was all round. The sounds the night insects made were pretty much the hour’s background score. I was a little boy then. I had my own bed and slept under the care of a dark green mosquito net. It was another night, just like the hundreds more that have come before it…or so I thought.

Tonight I thought I could hear mom almost crying because of pain. I hear dad’s hurried footsteps, too. Dad said he and mom were going somewhere, and that they’ll come for me in the morning. Exhausted, I fell fast asleep soon after being left with my uncle.

The next morning, an ambulance came by the house. It was silent, and that made a question mark pop up above my head. I always thought ambulances were long, noisy, boxy looking cars. Two men and a woman came out and headed for our door. The woman was holding something in her arms, and it seemed to be wrapped in a familiar looking cloth. I thought I saw the pink blanket with weird, long lines running about its length. I looked at the ambulance, with gray smoke popping off its exhaust, and looked back again at the woman. The cloth was definitely that blanket mom usually uses. I ran out the house and headed for the fields. Out here grew grasses and all sorts of wild flowers. I picked some and wrapped paper around it. I used to do this for my mom whenever I sense her anger. This morning was different though. I found myself picking up flowers because I miss her.

Read More

Trying to walk when your legs are numb

Reblogged from ineedlaughter

This is very very funny.