12:57PM, TUESDAY.
I'm deeply ensconced in my office chair with my feet spread-eagled under the mahogany table. I feel sleepy---no, stressed out---at the moment. I slightly drum my fingers on the computer keyboard as I gently swivel my chair. I try to close my eyes, suddenly wishing that I am not in this place. That I am with somebody; somebody I love the most---I am with Chi.
Shit! The realization hits me with a bang. I miss Chi. God, how I miss that woman! I flip my wrist to check my watch. January 21. Exactly 46 days since I last saw her face and held them with my hands. Suddenly, I'm awake. I edge my seat forward and try to reach the mouse with my right hand. I fondle it for awhile as I scan the desktop icons on the monitor. With a soft click, the Mozilla browser opens.
The words seem to dance on the address bar as I type www. friendster.com on the keyboard.
Connecting…
Transferring data from www. friendster.com...
I tap the mouse playfully and begin to whistle a few bars of ‘I'm Yours’. Chi likes this song, I suddenly remember. I almost laugh aloud as I recall the times she would request---I mean, order---me to sing the song for her, knowing fully well how my singing resembles a frog's croaking.
A few more clicks and I'm in. It's been awhile since I visited her profile. I drag the mouse-wheel down as I give a cursory glance on the whole webpage. No changes. Except the name. It's now in Korean script. Does it read Chi? I begin to wonder. Wait. There's a new album too. My hands are trembling now. A sudden feeling of dreadfulness envelops my whole being as I hesitantly open the album.
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I'm deeply ensconced in my office chair with my feet spread-eagled under the mahogany table. I feel sleepy---no, stressed out---at the moment. I slightly drum my fingers on the computer keyboard as I gently swivel my chair. I try to close my eyes, suddenly wishing that I am not in this place. That I am with somebody; somebody I love the most---I am with Chi.
Shit! The realization hits me with a bang. I miss Chi. God, how I miss that woman! I flip my wrist to check my watch. January 21. Exactly 46 days since I last saw her face and held them with my hands. Suddenly, I'm awake. I edge my seat forward and try to reach the mouse with my right hand. I fondle it for awhile as I scan the desktop icons on the monitor. With a soft click, the Mozilla browser opens.
The words seem to dance on the address bar as I type www. friendster.com on the keyboard.
Connecting…
Transferring data from www. friendster.com...
I tap the mouse playfully and begin to whistle a few bars of ‘I'm Yours’. Chi likes this song, I suddenly remember. I almost laugh aloud as I recall the times she would request---I mean, order---me to sing the song for her, knowing fully well how my singing resembles a frog's croaking.
A few more clicks and I'm in. It's been awhile since I visited her profile. I drag the mouse-wheel down as I give a cursory glance on the whole webpage. No changes. Except the name. It's now in Korean script. Does it read Chi? I begin to wonder. Wait. There's a new album too. My hands are trembling now. A sudden feeling of dreadfulness envelops my whole being as I hesitantly open the album.
I-B
I-C
II-A
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