Beautiful summer sunny day. You could smell the air of freshness wondering through your hallway, crawling underneath you doorway into your room. Glances through the window and you could see the green grass and tree branches swaying in the wind. Yet today was another loser moment for me, I have yet to want to step outside. Twas I knew the deep summer heat would deep fry me like a oven roasted chicken. I keep my cool staying in the air conditioned room.
Again, like always, I was on my computer. And you guessed it, I was on HP. I'm a regular addict, which would hardly go a day without HP. A day without HP is like a day without smiles on everyone's faces. I chatted with the regulars. You know, the regulars, people who are always there with me. Other addicts, but I think they would prefer being called regulars since addict makes it seem like they are druggies. Chatting along about nonsense, like always, we never have anything too important to share with one another. We just blather along say stupid things here and there to make one another laugh or so type out lol and lmao. Little do we know that the person on the other screen is even laughing or even grinning their teeth just a bit.
I continued my lightness spur and encountered a pc. In HP terms, a pc would mean personal chat or private chat. Whichever you prefer to call it. Most of the regulars do not fond upon pcs, we would rather chat publicly on the main chat. Most of us would reply with these terms, "NO PC PLEASE," and continue on with our daily nonsense activities. This pc had said hi to me. I was bored at the moment so I return their pc in a friendly manner.
I simply entered a hello. This person who which pced me, suddenly almost instantly said "411". To me, I personally find the term 411 overused and of to no meaning. When a person asks for 411, what am I supposed to give them and what not to? And plus, if we were to give all of our information out at one time, the conversation would go no where and end there. So I puporsely tell them some random name only. This was only because I couldn't careless to personally know this person or I felt that they might stalk me. And to my liking, this time, I told them my Hmong name, Xeng.
In return, I kindly asked for her name. She replied with a gesture of her name. I thought to myself, how awkward, she poses the same name as someone down the hallway. I then asked her what her age was. She replied and the pieces matched. Location, picture, and even Asiantown. To my surprise, every piece of the puzzle matched. So in refute, I didn't continue to give her a gathering of my information.
I exited out of that pc and silently laughed to myself. And to this day, she has yet to know that I was the guy behind the screen, even though she was as little as a few doors down the hallway...
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Titleless love
About two years ago, this very day, it was a beautiful wintery day. The air was crisp and the ground covered in snow mountains. Mountains of white fluffiness and miles and miles all around the entire town. You could literally swim in these pile of snow banks but I'd advise you not to. Well, on that day, I continued on my usual addiction of HP. HP is like a cup of coffee, those who drink coffee either like it or don't. Those who like it continue to drink it and each have their own preference to how they want it to taste.
Not knowing it, I have been on HP for hours. Time really pasts by when on HP, you just logged on 5 minutes ago, next thing you know it's already dark outside and you need to off to bed but you don't want to sleep yet. I had spent hours endlessly typing; sometimes, I would like to think this is where I got all my typing skills from. Now these were the times when HP was filled with people daily and everyone would come talk to everyone, not like today where HP is only populated when people are online.
Well, just as I was about to head offline, I noticed a glimps of someone I never talked to. Someone who was always there, but I never spoke a word to. She was like a virgin; a virgin as in suppose to that she never spoke to me before. As many of you might know already, I usually talk to everyone and anyone on HP, and most of you already know me. But this one person, I have never spoke too.
In my mind, I said to myself, "What the heck, talk to her just before I go to sleep." I entered into a conversation with her, leaping forth like an antelope being chased by a tiger. But likewise, I was the tiger this time and she was my antelope. We started off introducing each other to one another on a first name basis. Simple and polite. She spoke to me in gentle manner, one of a lady. Then at times, she would catch me with a joke or two, which caught me chuckling to myself in the darkness of my room.
She was charming, and had the pot of gold heart. Her words caught my heart right away, as if you were to go fishing and cast out. On your first cast our as it drops right into the water, a fish bites it right away. Reel that sucker in and it's the biggest fish in the sea. You'd throw that fish right into your bucket after a hour-some wrestle. I was waiting upon her tender heart to reel me in and take me home with her.
We continued on our love spur, countless hours and days went on. She was mine, cast in a love spell. A spell that only the great sorcerers of love could ever conduct, so deeply, so madly, so true from the heart. Throughout the time, I laid eyes upon her beautiful face. Her smile structured so beautifully; as she smiled, you could say the world smiled with her. Her smile could make rainy days turn sunny with butterflies and rainbows.
We had fallen in love so quickly. It was like a turn at the corner and lighting struck just in time for you to make the corner. Electric rushes throughout your body, then suddenly rushes out into nothingness. But yet, there is still one thing I haven't asked her. I knew nearly everything about her, but I had left one thing out. It was like when you take an exam, you answer all the questions you can first. Leave the ones that you don't know blank and come back to it later.
Yet, it wasn't that I didn't know the answer to the question, it was I didn't want to question the question. I had went head over heels for this girl and had forgotten the most important question ever. No, it wasn't if she was virgin or if she was married. Nothing of that nature. I couldn't get inside of me to ask her. The knight inside of me was battling a horrible dragon. A fire breathing beast, flames so hot that even the air around it burnt.
I finally popped the question. I was like a man down on his knees, proposing to his girlfriend if she would marry him. Ring in one hand, another holding on to her. Yet, I wasn't proposing, but the pressure was there. I typed slowly on the chatbox, "What's your last name?"
And yet to this day, my titleless love's answer to that question renounces as my own answer...
Not knowing it, I have been on HP for hours. Time really pasts by when on HP, you just logged on 5 minutes ago, next thing you know it's already dark outside and you need to off to bed but you don't want to sleep yet. I had spent hours endlessly typing; sometimes, I would like to think this is where I got all my typing skills from. Now these were the times when HP was filled with people daily and everyone would come talk to everyone, not like today where HP is only populated when people are online.
Well, just as I was about to head offline, I noticed a glimps of someone I never talked to. Someone who was always there, but I never spoke a word to. She was like a virgin; a virgin as in suppose to that she never spoke to me before. As many of you might know already, I usually talk to everyone and anyone on HP, and most of you already know me. But this one person, I have never spoke too.
In my mind, I said to myself, "What the heck, talk to her just before I go to sleep." I entered into a conversation with her, leaping forth like an antelope being chased by a tiger. But likewise, I was the tiger this time and she was my antelope. We started off introducing each other to one another on a first name basis. Simple and polite. She spoke to me in gentle manner, one of a lady. Then at times, she would catch me with a joke or two, which caught me chuckling to myself in the darkness of my room.
She was charming, and had the pot of gold heart. Her words caught my heart right away, as if you were to go fishing and cast out. On your first cast our as it drops right into the water, a fish bites it right away. Reel that sucker in and it's the biggest fish in the sea. You'd throw that fish right into your bucket after a hour-some wrestle. I was waiting upon her tender heart to reel me in and take me home with her.
We continued on our love spur, countless hours and days went on. She was mine, cast in a love spell. A spell that only the great sorcerers of love could ever conduct, so deeply, so madly, so true from the heart. Throughout the time, I laid eyes upon her beautiful face. Her smile structured so beautifully; as she smiled, you could say the world smiled with her. Her smile could make rainy days turn sunny with butterflies and rainbows.
We had fallen in love so quickly. It was like a turn at the corner and lighting struck just in time for you to make the corner. Electric rushes throughout your body, then suddenly rushes out into nothingness. But yet, there is still one thing I haven't asked her. I knew nearly everything about her, but I had left one thing out. It was like when you take an exam, you answer all the questions you can first. Leave the ones that you don't know blank and come back to it later.
Yet, it wasn't that I didn't know the answer to the question, it was I didn't want to question the question. I had went head over heels for this girl and had forgotten the most important question ever. No, it wasn't if she was virgin or if she was married. Nothing of that nature. I couldn't get inside of me to ask her. The knight inside of me was battling a horrible dragon. A fire breathing beast, flames so hot that even the air around it burnt.
I finally popped the question. I was like a man down on his knees, proposing to his girlfriend if she would marry him. Ring in one hand, another holding on to her. Yet, I wasn't proposing, but the pressure was there. I typed slowly on the chatbox, "What's your last name?"
And yet to this day, my titleless love's answer to that question renounces as my own answer...
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