Cinq--Trois

Biggest joke of my life.

"THIS EMAIL HAS BEEN CURSED ONCE OPENED YOU MUST SEND IT.You are now cursed. You must send this on or you will be killed, tonight at12:00am, by Mickey Mouse. This is no joke. So don't think you can quickly get out of it and delete it now because Mickey Mouse will come to you if you do not send this on. He will slit your throat and your wrists and pull youreyeballs out with a fork. And then hang your dead corpse in your bedroom cupboard or put you under your bed. What's your parents going to do whenthey find you dead? Won't be funny then, will it? Don't think this is a fakeand it's all put on to scare you because your wrong, so very wrong."


-excerpt from an e-mail I received

Although yes, I do not believe in this, I've passed it on.
I don't know why... Fun factor, perhaps?

I received this chain letter three years ago, back when the days that February hold were still cold. Back then, e-mails and instant messages were a hit. My friends and I would wait at home, wearing layers of clothes and drinking hot Milo to fight the cold post-Winter drama. We would just sit in front of our computer, waiting for each other's mails.

I remember, though how faintly my memory had been through the years, this one particular night. Since we kept our old house despite changing address, I decided to stay and spend the night there. My parents went to our new place, and I was left alone (yes, trust can do that); and as soon as they were gone, I phoned my best friend Justine, and asked her if she would be of company. Normally, considering how strict her mother is, she would have said no; and, in a way, I was beforehand convinced that she will say no. I don't know why I bothered asking, but, why not? Chances given, though how slight might it be, she would say yes-- and she did.

10 minutes had passed since the call was dropped when she arrived at my place. She went with her pink sweater, skinny-fitted trouser, Havaianas, and her youngest brother, Jason. The night was subjectively winter-esque. After formal greetings were given, they went inside to warm themselves up. I was left alone outside. During cold days, I usually light a cigarette to counter the freezing wind, and I'm quite well-off with that. I lit up a stick, and as I watch the smoke rise, I saw what I thought could only exist in my dreams.

Serendipity...

Truly, there's beauty in things that could, and probably would kill me.
Shuddering, I invited Justine outside just so we could share the beauty I was indulging myself into. And, thinking that it was such a romantic moment, I held her hand. Heh, the moves. /:)  The rest of the night went by as we pondered upon the past, and wondered about the things to come whilst we journey our thoughts throughout the vast sky.