Conversation About The Things

In the end, life gets you nothing...


"Haha, I thought that you would be here."
"...oh, it's you."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's another contemplating nights upon the rooftop."
"...what are you doing here anyway?"
"Just say that I miss you a lot. What happen to you now, Kiddo?"
"Aw, shut up! I've told you so many times that I don't want you to call me Kiddo..."
"Oh, now you're forgetting that I, in particular, don't like a weird name like Gidds?"
"How could I know? It was years back then. I don't even remember why I named you like that. It just came up suddenly into my mind..."
"...like the words Kiddo suddenly slipped into my mind either..."
"Yeah, right..."
"Well, you can call me Mr. Reindeer, I like that."
"It's so OBVIOUS that you ARE one, Gidds."
"Reindeer. Mister Reindeer please."
"Oh, and that would make you happy?"
"Yep."
"Okay, Mr. Reindeer, nice to meet you."
"Good."
"And stop calling me Kiddo."
"Well, I don't remember making a promise like that before."
"Cut the crap, or just be gone."
"Aw, come on Kid..."
"Or maybe I just go to that Lacuna Inc..."
"Hey hey, okay, you win this time. Anything but not that Lacuna, okay?"
"Geez, it really scares the shit out of you, Lacuna eh?"
"No, it's not that. I just feel sympathy to that Jim Carrey person."
"Why? I think it was such a brilliant idea, making a place like that. Sometimes, I even dream like wanting to have a short term memory lost like Leonard."
"Really? I think it really annoys you. When you wake up in the morning, you see your girl as a beautiful stranger lying next to you in the bed but you have no idea who she is. Like the film that had Drew and Adam in it."
"Oh, yeah, that could be troublesome. But Lenny always brings his Polaroid and pen to memorize things up."
"So, you still wanna do it?"
"Do what?"
"The memory lost things?"
"Why wouldn't I? It seems like a new adventure, even a new life. You lose all your connections, all of your burden just in one night and start a new life."
"Hmm, it could make a great reality show, I think. People would watch it! The rating will increases every day eventually..."
"...just don't tell me you never watched tv?"
"Why would a reindeer like me watch a television?"
"Oh, youre the worst one. They ALREADY had a show like that."
"Really? So who is the lucky person?"
"Truman, of course. It's already the 11784th episodes."
"That many?"
"Well, each episode is for one day. He's already 30 now. Poor guy, he just such a good, nice, and warm guy. Sadly they turned his life like a bad joke, it really makes me wanna choke."
"Rhyming words, huh? Not bad, but not that good either for someone like you.
"Oh, shut up. When did I ask your opinion anyway. Just shut the hell up or I make your horrible horn as a hanger for my clothes."
"There you goes, Mr. Sarcastic."
"Thank you, Mr. Reindeer. How considerable you are."


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"What? Really?"
"Yes, I know. But I DID go and have a dinner with her."
"How could you? After all the things happened between you and her?"
"I cant believe myself too, taking that kind of decision. Fool..."
"Of course you're a fool, haha!"
"Shut up..."
"Remember that she came back for you..."
"Oh yeah, I remember that."
"...yet, she left you..."
"Twice, to make it worse."
"Yeah! Twice! And you still need a reason?"
"Yeah, I know. But they had a broke up since a long time ago..."
"Do you want the third one?"
"Aw, come on, don't be so mean, Gidds."
"You just like her, don't you?"
"... I don't want her, not this time..."
"If you want to, I'll be your Mr. Hyde and you could be my Dr. Jekyll."
"Lucky for you, you ARE Mr. Edward Hyde..."
"Ah, his name was Edward. I thought it was Edwand."
"What kind of name is Edwand?"
"I don't know. I just thought it like that. And who is the doctor's name again?"
"Jekyll. Dr. Henry Jekyll."
"So you're the good innocent Henry Jekyll huh?"
"Yes. And you're the manifestation of my evil side, Mr. Edwand Hyde..."
"Haha, is that so?"
"Playing innocent now?"
"Haha, nevermind. Why would you still go with her anyway?"
"Hhhh, I don't quite sure either..."
"Don't be sad like that, cheer up a little, Kiddo.."
"...I was trying to forget him for such a long time, until then..."
"Then what?"
"We bumped into each other at the supermarket, after a very very long time since the last time we met, and I still found her very attractive..."
"Oh, I see. And suddenly the world turned dramatically in 180 degrees, right?"
"Yep."
"..."
"..."
"She's simply irresistible, isn't she?"
"Yeah. Curse my luck, damn it."



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"So now what?"
"What what?"
"What to do, what to think, what to choose, what to sing..."
"I'll sing the Acid House Kings..."
"Hey, another rhyming words again."
"You're like someone I know..."
"Really? On what qualities?"
"On taking seriously some silly sentence. He's worse that you; he changes the words into jokes."
"What joke?"
"Irony, satire, you name it. I think he could make any words into a sudden joke anyway."
"Natural born joker, huh?"
"Yep. Another two-legged freak headed to town..."
"And he turns out to be the biggest clown. Hey, that's rhyming."
"So what? It's only a rhyming words."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Cynical. You have torn my creativity apart from me."
"I wonder if a reindeer like you have one..."
"You'll be surprise if I say that my race, reindeer are far far more intelligent compared to you, humans."
"Really? I thought it was the mouse and the dolphin."
"The dolphin are true, but we have the conspiracy to make mouse the most intelligent creature on earth."
"Why mouse?"
"So what? Does Platypus really suit you?"
"God, no."
"Oh, so now you're saying God. When was the last time you're going to church?"
"Okay, now you got me. I wonder what was God thinking anyway when He made the platypus..."
"Come on, they're funny looking guy."
"But still, it's platypus, silly mammal with a duckmouth. I wonder if my Mr. Hyde is an ugly platypus..."
"Hey, you're ruining my entire image."
"Haha, I can't even think of it..."
"Good, because I don't want to be like one."


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"Hey, why don't you go to bed? It's already late."
"No reason in particular, I just don't feel like sleeping now."
"Insomnia?"
"What kind of friend are you? Since when did I get insomnia?"
"I don't know. Probably when you were 5 and we haven't met, you got insomnia fluently?"
"Yeah. And I live in the aurora. But I don't recall of having any or living there either."
"Okay. What are you looking up there?"
"Will you just stop asking question and leave me in a complete silence for just ten minutes?"
"What are you doing anyway?"
"...I'm trying to count the stars up there."
"Oh, another childish games, huh?"
"Shut up. It's my child habit. And now I forget the last count, what was it... two thousand and fifteen?"
"Just give up already. There are four hundred thirty five thousands and six hundred seven stars up there."
"...how did you know?"
"I have already counted it before."
"..."
"Hey, what's wrong with the looks? Don't be mad, okay. I'm just teasing you. It's actually two hundred forty five..."
"..."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Backdown to my room. You're ruining the night. Thank you Mr. EDWAND Hyde..."
"Aw, cmon, don't be such a fussy kid..."
"Shut up. Goodnight and just go..."
"Imogen Heap, huh? That's one of my favorite."
"..."
"Okay, okay, enough with the killing looks, okay?"

*blam* (noise of the closing door)



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And another night passes by...