Sun.Star Weekend | November 27, 2010
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Cab rides and scribbles
When does the world stop? by Halzi L. Duites The world stops when... girls’ eyes and jaws drop cheeks flame up after a stolen kiss. The world stops when... the holy grail is raised the air turns into a sea of whispers.
IT WAS SOLITUDE inside the white cab with tattered coal black leather seats that mattered to her at that very moment. And that crumpled piece of paper neatly folded inside an undersized manila envelope. She remembered the look on the lady’s face, and her trembling fingers that held the cold brew. After perfunctory “Hi’s” and “Hello’s,” she had no words for her, then. Silence. She detached a page from a notepad and started scribbling circles. Three circles, two arrows, three names. Me. Him. You. She drew another arrow under Him and wrote “Him chasing Me.” She drew another under You and wrote “You chasing Him.” She added “Who’s chasing you?” and wrote in caps “NOBODY.” The woman she was with said nothing. Still, she
waited the silence out. The woman shook her head in exasperation and lighted a cigarette. Smoke twirled around her head that enveloped her Clinique-prepped face. The lady tapped her cigarette into an ashtray, looked at her in the eyes and said, “What’s it in you that’s not in me?” She sighed and tried to reach her hand. After all, she knew the lady was a good woman, though fierce and unyielding sometimes. But before she could even touch her, the lady said, “Although I know I could have loved him more, I knew, from the very start, that he’s not the right one for me.” She stood up, hurriedly hailed a cab and left her dumbstruck. It probably was too much for her. But just when is reality too much for anybody? She wondered. The cab she rode swaggered against dust, dusk and gust. She gazed back at that little piece of crumpled paper, leaned back and closed her eyes.
The world stops when... Pacman in his ornate boxers showcases his lethal fists puts the hulk to sleep. The world stops when... a tall dude with azure eyes speaks to a native about snowman and apples. But... The world doesn’t stop when... fleas make a feast over a man in soiled shirt coiled at the flyover. IMAGE FROM THE INTERNET
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IMAGE FROM THE INTERNET
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Traffic light Two elderly women were out driving in a large car-both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself “I must be losing it, I could have sworn we just went through a red light.” After a few more minutes they came to another intersection and the light was red again and again they went right though. This time the woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous and decided to pay very close attention to the road and the next intersection to see what was going on. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and they went right through and she turned to the other woman and said, “Mildred! Did you know we just ran through three red lights in a row! You could have killed us!” Mildred turned to her and said, “Oh, am I driving?”
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