My telephone rings.
“Hello?”
“May I speak to Mr. Bun Karyudo, please?”
“Speaking.”
“Hello, Mr. Karyudo. This is your… (Cont.)
Behind the Times
That part of the world’s population waiting with bated breath beside their computer screens were no doubt shocked to their very marrow by the non-appearance. The rest of the world’s 7 billion people, however, somehow found the strength to carry on with… (Cont.)
Missing My Cue
I had a good time. It was awful, but I had a good time. The it in question was my performance at pool. I knew roughly how the game was supposed to be played. I had to use the stick thing to push a white ball toward one of the many… (C0nt.)
The Last Day
As last days go, I guess this one hasn’t been so bad. At least the sun shone and the weather was dry. I can’t deny it would have been nice had a stranger or two slapped… (Cont)
(NOTE: This post was originally written on March 7th.)
Accidents Waiting to Happen
Amazingly, I haven’t done it yet. As I unlock the side gate to my apartment building after work each day, I look down at the drain grate directly beneath my feet and gulp. I know it’s… (Cont.)
A Post for the Birds
Many people know them as parakeets, but in their native Australia, they are called budgerigars (or just budgies), and now I have one. To be more accurate, my wife and sons have one. They simply turned up with… (Continued)
The Height of Folly
My elder son is at home at the moment preparing for an important test. His arduous study schedule involves a rigorous program of lying in bed with his eyes shut, which he then has to… (Continued)
Cutting Back, Not Cutting Down
I won’t be writing much this week. This is partly to allow rest and recuperation for anybody who managed to struggle to the end of… (Continued)
Something to Chew On
A coin! A coin!
This was the thought that rushed excitedly through my head as I stood on the street corner waiting for the lights to change. But when I looked down and fixed my gaze on the small, circular shape I’d spotted with my peripheral vision, my dreams of quick financial gain were once again dashed. Instead of a shiny, gleaming and commercially exploitable metal token, all I found was a… (Continued)
Trying to Hang On
The white plastic disk is much the same size and shape as a piece from an Othello board game, and is easily the most useless thing in there. Even as I type, I can see it out the corner of my eye, tucked between the stapler and the scissors, trying desperately not to be… (Continued)
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