Fiery Morning Sky

I woke up from a chaotic dream. My eyes half open, I saw the orange sky from the glass curtain-less window. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Checking if I was still in a dream.

Half awake, I checked the time from my mobile phone. 5:30 am. I closed my eyes, wanting to sleep once again. But I didn’t want to miss this sunrise. For when have I last seen the sunrise here in my hometown? I could not even remember. Continue reading “Fiery Morning Sky”

Word War

I entered the office this morning with a bit of anxiety from yesterday’s nerve racking shift. The kind of shift that will make you say “I love my job” just before you close your eyes in the night so you’ll wake up with a little bit of optimism to move forward and get through another day.

As my two colleagues came in the office, I started feeling dizzy. I started wanting to throw up.

There’s this heavy negative energy slowly settling in and taking over us.

Our office is composed of three desks, three chairs and three human beings, two trying to be politicians and one getting stuck in between.

I hate politics especially when the contenders of the game aren’t government officials. They should have applied for government posts instead of jobs in a hotel if they are into politics. It is easier to ignore Trump’s relentlessness than the brawl of the two people behind me.

I feel like a sandwich spread squeezed in between two loaves of bread. Not knowing which side to stick to, that’s if I could only choose but honestly, I couldn’t.

The worst that could ever happen to me is to be a witness to an unnecessary word war, a situation where I am left in an awkward moment, forced to pretend to be either a stapler or a lizard in the office.

But this doesn’t end here.

This war will go on and on and no one will back down till I guess, the moment of truth comes that either one of them arrives into mental and emotional devastation.

But then what else can I do? I can only wait for someone to drop the bomb for us to know whether the destruction is that of an atomic or nuclear explosion.

And when that time comes, nothing will be left of our office but three desks, three chairs and three human beings, trying to survive.

 

Finding Comfort in a Loose Screw

There’s this one girl in the island that everybody laughs at. They said she has a loose screw on her head.

She is quite strange in a way. We all are anyway.

She does a lot of mistakes and fails to complete her tasks. But who does not?

She is often misunderstood because of her communication skills but who among us have perfected this skill and was never misunderstood?

Every one says she sends texts to random guys to stay with her for the night. But I never believed. No one showed me her text. But if this is true, who cares? She is in charge of her own body and she can do whatever she wants to it as long as she doesn’t bother or harm anyone else.

Whenever this girl sits along the crowd in the canteen or anywhere else, she becomes the laughing stock. Everyone makes fun of her. And she just laughs too. I don’t know if she knew that people are making fun of her and she is just ignoring it or if she really didn’t get the joke.

During these times, a colleague of mine will sarcastically say, look how funny your BFF is.

Prior to knowing all the stuff about her, and even after, I have always invited her to swim or snorkel. I would always sit with her during lunch or dinner and I would always  chat with her whenever we cross paths. People would randomly see us together and a colleague of mine would often mock me for hanging out with a girl, with a loose screw.

In this modern era where everyone cries for freedom, equality and justice, prejudice is still very visible in all sorts of form.

This girl with a loose screw gives me some sort of comfort though, when everyone else is way too smart for me to talk to. Maybe her mind is too small to perceive things the way everyone else does as sometimes she talks with a little air of childlike innocence, but that’s just exactly what I need when all the adults around me are just too difficult to understand.