Do we more love smart phones than our partners?

I was having lunch in a restaurant, when a married couple sitting near my table came into my sight. Although it was not my intention to glance at them, I found myself doing it involuntarily and noticed that the couple were having their lunch without sharing any single word each other. The husband's eyes were fixed into a smart-phone that, from the sound I could hear, might be showing a video he may not want to miss. The wife, however, just having her lunch with great effort, using only one hand since she was cuddling a baby in the other hand. The scene I captured at that moment will be something I would never forget and will remain in my mind for a long time as a reminder of one of the disadvantages that modern conveniences have brought us.

Do I need to have someone to talk to?

I, often, find myself having a one way mute conversation with celebrities in TV shows and relieving stress while I am holding a book. Would it be critical for me to make a friend to whom I can spill my guts? Am I really that much serious?

An accident(?) that could have changed my life.

On the way to my primary school was a book store that I used to stop by to get a book when there happened to be enough money for me to buy one. One day, My mom, who had noticed that I had been regularly bringing home some books, announced that she would help me to start a 'complete series of literature for children'. The following day, I showed mom several catalogs of children's classic that I picked up from the book store and we decided to take one of them.

After a couple of weeks, during which I could barely sleep, the books we had ordered finally arrived and we opened it. In the box are, as 'I' expected, fifty pocket size world famous classics for children. It was, however, not very long before I realized that what my mom actually wanted was not something that would lead me to a person full of imagination but something that would help have 'her' book shelves decorated nicely when aligned. My mom, whose face abruptly turned into pale as she witnessed the books that had poor appearances rather than beautifully designed hard covers, eventually, returned them to the book company, making little effort not to hurt my feeling.

Another a couple of weeks later, I was skimming one of the twenty biographies of great men, which are all far from what I hoped to read and, any of which I have seldom gone through since then.

Is this feeling a kind of homesick?

While I was listening to Aussie accent 'again', I became badly sentimental which I have never thought it would. But, indeed, the familiar sound stirred me up, bringing the clear scene of the street where I used to work every day. I... really feel like to going back.

A book that I bought on impulse

"This is the book that you might have been longing for reading and will like your child to read". That's, at least, what it says on the cover of the book and made me have no choice but to buy it. ^^

Books in My Shelves - 2

Books in My Shelves - 1

A man with a shirt and shorts.

When I was returning from a convenience store tonight, I saw a man talking on a cellphone just beside an entrance of a karaoke room. He was wearing a white shirt with a tie and shorts that looked like inner wears. It seemed like that he had just came out of the karaoke only to take the phone call which could have come from his wife. What sort of excuse was he making for what he might have done inside the karaoke?

What makes me feel I am alive.

What makes me feel I am alive at the moment is having my back on a bed, a remote in one hand and Oreo cookies in the other hand, in a room from which my wife is absent.