Noise of My Life

(It started with)

Cling-cling....Tappity-tap...Clutter....Moderate patch...Tap-tap-rappity-rap...Hard knock....Off beat....Oops...Kaching-kaching....Chuggidy-chuggidy-chug...Tiity-tutty...Tuttle-Fruttle...Missed one...Bad patch....Bad patch...Bad patch...More bad batch...and Even more bad batch...Worse patch....Must be the worst patch already!....Crash-boom-bang!!!....Dang....Dang...Dang...Ching...Ching... Things falling on the floor.... Swish-swish...Clean...Whooooooosh.....Upbeat....Tempo on the up.... Rat-a-tat-tat.....Boom-badabing.....Crescendo......Wheeeee!!!!!!!!!!

(wheeze...sigh...puff....)

Now what?

Feeling Macabre

In the beginning for each and every mortal of this earth, everyone has an invitation.
Some people misplaced it as they grew older.
Others simply forgot that they have been invited.
They carried on being kings and wise men.
They lived as princes
As paupers.
Everyone fought, fighting to carve a legacy.
People made peace and told themselves to be happy.
And they were full of pride....
And be they full of themselves.

Memento mori.
Remember your mortality.

The invitation will fly into your face when you least expect it.
Have you been caught, unaware?
You will have to come to the party.
You cannot refuse.

Study well, ars moriendi.
The step to this dance is an art.
Follow.
Follow.
Step by step.
No need to hurry.
No need to fret.
You have an eternity to get it right.
I promise.

Kings and beggars.
Fools and wise men.
What difference does it make?
When we gather, we are all equal.
When we dance again, we are all equal.
You and I
We are equal.
Equal in the Grand Danse Macabre.

Memento mori my friend. Memento mori.
We've all been invited.

It was on TV

I saw this on TV one night and it went something like this:

Scene (Boy and Girl walking along a very normal looking street in a very normal night)

While walking..

Girl : I think, lets just not see each other anymore... (in a very unsure tone)

Boy: Sure.. (in a very non-chalant tone)

Boy carries on walking not looking back as he walked on. Girl just turned tail and ran in the opposite direction.

Girl: (Screaming with traces of tear chokes) You've never loved me! Why did you went out with me in the first place?!

Boy: (In silence just carried on walking without answering)

Scene End.

For some reason, the scene is like a mirror that reflects that which had happened to me. Needless to say, this Boy had hurt the Girl real bad. The jerk that I am sometimes.