Crying

Farewell is something one can never get used to.

Looking into the eyes crying at the imminent separation, holding the hands that hold so tightly back as to cut deep into the holding palms, listening to the voice issuing forth out of imploring lips that twitter as if for eternity, one can all but be struck helpless, and speechless. I'll keep my words you mark my words I'll come to pick you up as early as I can you just hang on there and trust me I'm always keep my promise am I not you need to let it go for only a short while and I'll be back before you know it now dry your tears keep your head up move along I'll be with you all the time here in your heart and here in my heart you'll always be with me.

There always lies the gap, the discrpancy, that disrupts the coninuity between the words spoken and the hands letting go. A heartbroken betrayal. And a betrayal fighting against which is the sole consolation that almost unlimited time is at disposal for unending repetition of the betrayal.

How can one ever stop shuddering at the final instance of such separation when death sets in to turn the hands cold, the voice mute, the words empty, and the tears stone? That is why I cannot stop crying at every instance of separation from you before I cannot cry anymore and can hold your hands no more. Just let me cry, before the moment that comes at last to make my betrayal forever irrelevant.

A Spree

Widely acclaimed as probably the most wanted title in this decade, Infinity Ward's Modern Warfare 2, a sequel to the previous phenomenal Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare, finally shows up in November.

The memorable character, the SAS Captain Price, is back, to more than a few people's heart's content. The adorable Price, with his rigid and quaint English accent, who is likely the one that singlehandedly redeems this sequel by his appearance in the latter one third part of the story.

MW2 is so much wanted that a few days before its official release, the whole p2p and bit torrent networking world (underground of course) was driven to such a frenzy looking for the leak or cracked version that the community was doomed to an endless cycle of searching-downloading-ranting, then all over again.

Going on a sharing spree before a shooting spree.

In an era of electronic bits and bytes, any better way to raise enjoyment up to the very e-enjoyment?

Pop the flare, man, pop the flare.

Divisar

"I look into the distance for those I have lost," says Anna, "so that I see them everywhere."
~~Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero: A Novel 

From distance what are you casting your gaze at? What lies in the deepest recess of your eyes that puts the world in a reflection to which no one but you yourself has the secret access? It's so heartbreaking to hear this of your said.

And your saying that, my dear Anna, must be more heartbreaking.