„GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY.” Read the rest of this entry


Dear Dad

Letter home from school…

Dear Dad,

$chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying very hard. With all my $tuff, I $imply can’t think of anything I need, $o if you would like, you can ju$t $end me a card, a$ I would love to hear from you.

Your $on.

A week later….. a letter from „home” Read the rest of this entry

Unconditional Love

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.

When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming, „I’M NOT GOING!

When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor’s window. Read the rest of this entry

Anatomy of a Kiss

He asked if he could kiss me when he heard I’d never had the experience. I asked him why. He’d also heard I had no interest in it. He leaned closer to me, trapping my eyes with his, and said he’d be honored to be my first.

Someone has to be my first, a voice whispered in my head. Why not him? It wasn’t like he was just anybody, after all. It was him, and he had always been special. He was being special right now in the way he was in my space, in the way he had me transfixed, in the way my breath had changed to something more swift and shallow. He was being special in the way he was closing the distance between us, and I was ready to voice my objections – how dare he presume my answer to be yes? – when something in my mind decided to inform me smugly that I had already nodded my head in affirmation.

When had that happened? It hardly mattered. It had, so nothing to do but go with it. I’d never done this before, but logic told me that if he had his lips parted slightly, then maybe I ought to part mine as well. His eyes flicked over the features of my face, and I found myself echoing the action, tracing the smooth line of his jaw, noting each faint freckle across the bridge of his nose, falling into his deep, soft eyes. Read the rest of this entry

I took my friend’s 6 year old brother to McDonald’s today

And he was playing with this little girl and I was like “Lijie have you introduced yourself to your friend?” And she was like “I’m Lexie!” and he was like “I’m Elijah, the toughest kid in the world. No big deal.” And he like put his hands on his hips and stared off into the distance like a superhero. Then we were in the car and he was like “She totally wanted to marry me.



A white woman, about 51 years old, was seated next to a black man on an airplane. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. „Madam, what is the matter?” the hostess asked. „You obviously do not see it,” she responded. „You placed me next to a black man. I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.” „Be calm please,” the hostess replied. „Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available.”

The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. „Mam, I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class.” Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued, „It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.” The hostess turned to the black man and said „Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class.” At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.

A Ghost Love Story

Once upon a time there was a lonely man living and managing an Inn. He was the only person there and no one would come to vist or stay. He would sit at the bar and clean only one glasss. He waited and waited. He couldn’t leave the hell hole.

Then one day someone came inside. A beutiful woman with a parasol with a laced dress. He didn’t look up. The woman came up to him and smiled. „Can I get a room here?” She said. The man’s eyes widened for that no one could see him nor the inn.

He looked up to her. „You can see me?” She looked confused. „Of course I can see you, silly.” She smiled again. The man looked away blushing. „There’s a room upstairs… The key is in the room…” She smiled. „Thank you.” She replied and walked upstairs. The man countinued cleaning the glass with a cloth. He was happy deep down in his heart knowing that someone can see him.

The woman walked down. „Can I have something to eat?” The man looked up and nodded. „Just sit over there.” He pointed at a shiny wooden table with a wooden chair. The woman nodded and sat there waiting for him. The man got up and went to the kitchen. „What would you like?” The man yelled. Read the rest of this entry

This is a letter for someone that became important in my life.

Dearest YOU,

I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to say this in front of you. I’m a coward and I’m sorry about that. You know what, earlier I was browsing my folders in my computer and look out on my digicam photo folder. I saw our albums. Most of the folders contains our vanity and everything. Flashbacks comes and I can’t help it but cry. I really miss the old times. Now that we had come to this stage, I don’t know how can I have you back. I don’t know how to keep our friendship back just like in the past. I consulted a lot of people and friends. But they only told me one thing; we both need time and space. Do you know what it means? It is really hard on my part but I have to do it.

I was really hurt, if you would only know. I’m sorry for not telling you that I’m okay but in fact I’m not really okay. I’m not bitter but whenever I remember what happened in the past, I can’t help it but hurt. I know, I don’t have the right to be angry with you at the first place because it was your choice to believe him and not me. It was your choice to be with him and not with me. You didn’t hear me throwing tantrums at you. You never heard me complain. Instead, I listen to you. I listen and care for you. That no matter happens, I’ll be always at your side because we’re best friends.


Do you still remember the times that we are talking about the future? Like, after 10 years, if each of us have already became rich and we’re already in our own world and migrated to other countries will visit each others right? That whenever I visit you in Paris, I’ll reside on your house for awhile, and when you visit me in Japan, you’ll do the same too Do you still remember that? How about the our dreams to have our own house with our different collectibles and favorites like our high heels, dresses and much more, DO YOU STILL REMEMBER THAT? BECAUSE, I STILL DO. In fact, whenever I’m thinking about it, it makes me smile. I’d love how to see it. I’d love to see what will be the outcome. But, I am afraid this will not happen anymore. It might happen but maybe as strangers? Acquaintances? I don’t know.

Whatever we are facing right now, there’s a reason for sure. I know you can feel it already. I’m sorry but you’ll never hear me talking again about this matter because I choose to shut my mouth and live the way how it should be. I’m sorry if I fail you but I just wanted you to know that you are important to me and I never lied to you when I say that “I love you .” You are one of my most important and precious friends I have. I didn’t even know why ADOBE AFTER EFFECTS made our friendship miserable. I honestly don’t know, but I’m hurt. I hope you are not thinking that whenever I’m posting something on my Facebook account, it was you I am referring too, but I’m sorry again, but it’s not you. Stop acting like you know that it was you. I guess, our Software Engineering will be the last subject that I’ll be able to be with you. I’m already making my drastic measures, I’m sorry. After this term, I’m not going to be with you again. I don’t wanna be grouped with you again together with your boyfriend. Never again.

I don’t know what to say anymore. Sounds like I’m acting like a child right? No. You didn’t know me after all. You didn’t have any idea what I am going through. One thing is for sure, I’m not angry with you. Even hate, I don’t. I’m hurt. That’s all. Thank you for everything.

Truly yours,