To The Old Times

It started with just a random drive out to buy some stuffs since I've not been out for quite a number of days - due to my personal time zone difference. I know, uncool.

I went to hit 7-Eleven for the latest issue of my favourite fashion magazine, but this month's issue is already snatched. So I walked to a nearby supermarket, my favourite supermarket, searching for some cereals which I suddenly have the urge to eat. Got the stuffs I wanted after scrutinizing almost evry single brand of cereals. I received a slow reply from "Mr. Proton" my old chat buddy whom I have chatted with for many years but have never met eyeball-to-eyeball. Mr. Proton is now residing in my hometown with his newly-wedded wife, congrats buddy... Somehow it's not really complete to not having met Mr. Proton despite the reachable distance after all this while. We decided to meet up for a cuppa drink to catch up since we are off work. It's funny, how my first experience meeting an online buddy turned up so normal. We talked like how we used to chat. Like I've known him for so many years (which in fact is the case... ). The offensive jokes we used to throw at our "nicknames" online were still valid offline. Reminiscing the other chatters whom we used to chat with was nostalgic in a way as I've never met them. Cool. This goes out to you, buddy.

Did I mention that Mr. Proton has got a really cool job? Not to mention that it's with one of the highest risks involved.

Something I may even consider doing.

Against

It starts to crack. I hear it shatters into a million pieces. I pick the tiny little pieces up, grasping in my hands. The sharpness pricks right into my flesh, I feel the pain, the harder I hold on to it. I see my blood oozes and lines elegantly all the way down to my arms, what a horrendous sight, yet paints millions of bucks even art value can't buy.

I'm running out of blood now. I should be panicked at this moment. Average person would have started flying white flag by now. The seconds continue ticking away. Shall I fight or bid goodbye...? Shifting to my millions of cells in my skull, looking for rationality, I shall calculate my chances to make the battle worthwhile. Time is almost up.

Time is up.

I still cannot die.