Us: Shan and I

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It’s like blowing the dust off my picture frames, but after the smoke diffuses in the invisible atmosphere, the picture’s still blurry.

That’s when I knew, it will never be the same. It’s back to You and I. Us is only a word I’m familiar with but now trying to forget.

But how could I?

"Shan and I"

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It’s sembreak. All I can remember is I was ripping and crumpling pieces of lined papers, reading once in a while my 5 out of 10 scores and bothering to know who checked them as if I could argue if I found out that they wronged my right answers.

Mom was sensible enough to give me the privacy of silently sulking in a corner with my oh-god-i-am-one-sem-older face. With my spongebob printed mask, I dared to dig my way through a pile of organic materials.

“I have to finish this,” I told myself, “I can’t leave them out here..mom’s gonna-“

“JOYCE? Will you please-“

 Mom, can’t you see?

 I called out back, “Gimme 10 more minutes!” Geez.

I went back to my scavenger hunt separating those I think-can-help-me-next-sem notes from those that will end up in the trashcan or junkshop. In my mind, Twitter and Facebook are waiting for me. It’s summer and internet’s all mine. I let out a little cheer and turned up the music.  A job with music is no job at all. It is PARTY!

Well, after an hour or so, I started clapping the dust off my palms. I slumped in the front of my PC and gave my wall a long scroll.

There I saw her. Again.

Twitter is a little wonder, isn’t it? You can boast about a neat teacup you found in your old cupboard, or flood someone’s wall. But this one’s different. It’s like, you are planning to throw out banana peelings outside your yard but ended up seeing the magnificence of the lunar sky and you’re like, “Hey that’s a full moon up there.”

It’s an accidental miracle.

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