What Would You Tell Us If You Were A Dust?

The sound of the vacuum cleaner is getting closer than ever. You know there is less than a split second of time to finish up what you are planning to write. But you also know that you needed less than a lesser split second of time to plan what you are planning to write.

Having sad that however, at the back of your head, you are also annoyed that you might have to explain why would the sound of the vacuum cleaner getting ever closer would stop you from writing this.

But since you are pressured and knowing that the less than a split second of time is getting lesser than ever, it will be really stupid to.... no wait....

ohhh........shit..........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

ohhhhhh...........no...................god..........please.............

Melody

Melody is a table lamp. She is capable of shinning, if say, is given the chance to. But was she given any chance at all? Yes. Did she screw it up? Unfortunately she did. Why did she screw it up? Did she screw it up on purpose? Why would a table lamp purposely screwed up something when she was given the chance to shine? Is the table lamp who purposely screwed up somehing when she was given the chance to called Melody? Yes, indeed we just covered that in the first line, had you concentrate on reading this.

Melody is sitting beside the hallway of a place that shall not be named. Melody is exposed to strong winds and rain at times, but is still holding herself together.

If you willing to give Melody a second chance, genuinely willing to give her a second chance, you are welcome to write in.

By the way, there is also an old mattress called Gabriel. But that's another story.

Happy Jolly JoJo's Day

Jolly JoJo has a throat infection. It isn't a 'sore throat' as some of the scholars have claimed. It is in fact, a throat infection that could have continously infected other parts of her body like her knees, legs, fingers, and tounges. Although she only has one, but it could be worse if she had two tounges, that both of them could be infected. Fortunately, she doesn't have the extra tounge to be infected.

Like some of the scholars have predicted, Jolly JoJo is on her way to recover from her throat infection. But does Jolly JoJo herself really want a speedy recovery?

Will she give up the chance to be sympathized by the people around her? Will she not wants to be studied by the scholars? Will she rather not be excused as an under achiever at work because of her handcicap?

If she really wants to get well, genuinely wants to get well, she's going to have to go against her own wish and drinks 8 galons of water a day.

And so it comes to the moment to cast our minds back. To bow our heads 90 degree off the ground, and look up to the sky and say "Be Well, Jolly JoJo"

The Pink Elephant And Her Bad Day

The Pink Elephant got up really early this morning. But her luck was bad. She missed two buses, and the third one she took broke down. So she had to walk from one end to the other. It would be easier if she could just take a cab, but she didn't. It isn't particularly a good means of transportation for a Pink Elephant after all.

If you can tell a Pink Elephant what to do in real life, what would you say?

Oh by the way, the Pink Elephant is still walking from one end to the other. Cabs are passing by her one after another.

It isn't Going To Be Easy For Boo Boo

It isn't easy. All these while, Boo Boo has the strange feeling that it isn't going to be easy. And he has been right. He had sighed, but the strange sansation that it isn't going to be easy hasn't gone away. So he sighed harder, and it did not help.

But the thing that pisses most of the us off is, he has not done anything in particular to make it easier for us to understand what isn't going to be easy.

When The Sun Ejaculates Its Last Bit Of Ray

You can't tell exactly when. But the sun ejaculated its last bit of ray. You wonder is this a time for changes. Because things are not getting any brighter. Although the only flashlight you have is in your pocket, but the pants are so tight that you could hardly pull it out. It is then you realized that you should have eaten less before the sun ejaculated its last bit of ray.

A new chapter is starting. Will it be a happy one?

The darkest hours come before the dawn. But before it comes, you wonder why not play with yourself a little? And you are only going to waste two minutes of your readers' life that they will never ever get it back again.

The No Seating Dilemma

Daren, 8 months before he turns 26, has found a new job. He wouldn’t say what the job is, but he can tell you that there aren’t any seats for him to sit at work. He can sit if he wants to. But he is too shy to do that.

So what he does is he pretends to walk around the office. Every time he spots someone become aware of him standing awkward in the office, he goes to the pantry and fills himself a glass of water. And that makes him consumes 15 glasses of water a day. 7 more than an average human being is suppose to drink.

Daren doesn’t want to drink more than an average human being. He is trying to find a better way to walk away from his standing awkwardness in the office. He has tried going to the bathroom. But the bathroom is constantly not available. He has also tried talking to the cleaning lady. But there really isn’t anything in common between the two of them. They have talked about the weather, the refrigerator, and the alley cats behind the work place. Now Daren has ran out of topics to start a conversation.

We invite you to write in, to give Daren some ideas to liberate his standing dilemma in the office.

If the above information would at any moment gives you the impression that the job is crap, I am most apologetic and would be in no doubt to tell you that Daren loves his new job. He really does. No, I mean it. Really.

You And A Day Called Wednesday

You made yourself a gigantic cup of tea. You are trying to make yourself to pee as much as you could. For some odd reason, you think you are falling sick. But you are not completely sure of it. You can never be sure of anything. Because nobody can.

You are drinking the gigantic cup of tea and you know you have to write this fast. For some really odd reason, you are also sharing the desk with 36 people. It will be good to finish up right now. Because if someone catches you writing this, they will be mad at you. You don't want people to be mad at you. Do you?

The day is long. Life is crap. And you are fat.