:: an excerpt ::

:: so i guess you don feel meeting?

silence. well what can i say? yes i feel like meeting cuz i need someone to hug me. i feel like meeting because i need you to just sit quietly with me, our thoughts in the whispers of the breeze. but no, i don't want to meet you.

because that'll be a total waste of your time. meet to just do that, those belong only on the screen, and have no place in our urban society.

:: i thnk my mom is suffering from chronic depression

a diversion.

:: why?

yes, you know the game. play along. that's good.

:: it's hard to explain

so the game goes on.

:: cant be that bad lah...

silence.

:: so you wanna meet?

i don't know. i don't want to say i don't know again. i hate this indecisiveness! it's wasting everyone's time. your time. i can hear you say "ok" in your resigned tone. just a decisive answer. stop wallowing around. mope around on your own time. don't be a selfish dope, you dope.

:: no

sigh.

:: okie...

silence.

:: i'm going offline now.... --

but she didn't hear the rest.