10 Things I Don't Hate About You, Actually 12, Or iLove For Short

I love the first time we said hi. I love how it was hard for us to say goodbye.

I love how our first kiss was not posed. I love how I ended up kissing your nose.

I love how you didn't try to control. I love how I'd still have your hand to hold.

I love how you were always happy, when we text, or on a call. I love how we never fought, not even close, not even at all.

I love how I stopped the tears from your eye. I love how it was still hard for us to say goodbye.

I love how we ended just like we started. I love how nobody was brokenhearted.

I'm done,

Afan.

Wander

I walked up to pay the pick I was getting to make a necklace out of it. Her name was Faith Glanz. She works and owns the store. Aspiring musician. She liked how we spoke through songs.

She made it big. We started to drift. I didn't mind cause I already met Katrina Pureza backstage at one of the concerts. Accompanying her friend, she wasn't actually a fan.

She was, however, the daughter of a mob boss. Which led to us being separated and her father had his goons threw me out of a plane. I survived because I was saved by Priscilla Trance, an engaged skydiving instructor who just happens to be at the right place at the right time.

She wasn't available, but she had a twin named Theresa Anne who turns out to be the actual one that saved me. Plus she's a super secret spy. Who was on a case of a missing princess who secretly attended one of Faith's concert.

Her name was Princess Eleanor. She smoked weed. We saved her after receiving help from the Pureza Family. Theresa died in my arms when she took a bullet for us. Eleanor and I remained friends.

Love is not about finding an amazing girl to have an ending with. It's about the adventure you'll experience throughout. But you can't have an adventure if you don't set out.

So go, be it for fame and glamour, to be a knight or protector, thrill and adrenaline. Just go.

I'm done.

Afan

Analyzing Afan

I was beaten to an inch of my life for leaving a really small stain on the wall. I was 4.

For every little things I did wrong, I'm talking about a growing kid, not knowing any better, kind of mistakes, I was slapped in the face as hard as an adult man could deliver. I haven't even reached 10.

For every minute of coming home late, my body will be decorated with lashes from canes and belts. I haven't even finished primary.

I watched in horror, as my brothers also felt his wrath. I get really terrified whenever I think I did anything wrong. That was how it is, growing up with fear.

But it's okay, I turned to my friends when I need to escape home.

Oh wait, I was betrayed by a whole group because of a really silly, jealous situation. I was 15.

Your parents might be divorced but I bet they actually act like parents to you. My parents are still together, but it was like only having a mother anyway.

As I grew older, so did he. As I got physically stronger, he got weaker. So the beating became less. Oh wait, it was just me getting used to it.

Sometimes I punch myself in the mouth to spit out blood. He stops when he sees blood.

All 4 of my elder brothers were driven out of home. So did I, but I was the only one not strong enough to hold it together, and I finally snapped before leaving.

There was this once, I sent a text for father's day, thanking him and telling him I love him, despite everything. I got no reply.

My father has never told me he loves me. Not even indirectly. But whatever.

My brother told me, exactly 2 days after I was born, my father went away for quite a long while, for religious bullshit. Obviously I don't remember anything but apparently, it affected our relationship.

I wasn't blessed with good looks. I faked confidence since forever that I now actually believe my own lie. It's called being delusional.

My first taste of actual happiness came to a devastating and abrupt halt which absolutely destroyed any belief I had towards life. It took me a whole year to recover.

Only to get a shot at another and again suddenly ended. But I won't bring her into this, she's mentally scarred too, caused by a different situation.

Last night I had a thought: I am actually going to die alone. The very next thing that came up was, don't we all? Cause I've never heard any planned death between friends or lovers.

So trust me when I say I really don't care. Family, friends, love. I'll pass.

I've given up on life, but I'm still living so I'll make the most out of it with the things I enjoy. Cause I can still think of millions out there that got it worse.

The point here is, it doesn't matter how big the scar is, it's the fact I have one.

"This still doesn't give you the right to be an asshole." Yeah, I just turned into one overnight because I felt like it. *rolls eyes*

I'm done.

Afan.

Literally Figuratively

"Why did the chicken cross the road?"

That is a simple question with various answers. Some hilarious, some ridiculous. This is a question that almost everyone has been asked as a sort of riddle. How is it a riddle when it's absolutely blunt and straightforward? Riddles are usually puzzling. This is not.

Then the answer; "To get to the other side."

The first time you heard the answer you were left with a dumbfounded look. Thinking there was going to be a gut-busting punchline. As a result, many thought the joke is there is no joke. When you realize that, you are able to laugh at the swerve it gave your brain. So there, riddle solved. It was just meant for a joke.

Or is it?

How about if I tell you the chicken knew what it was doing. It wants to cross. Does that change anything? To get to the bottom of this, you have to understand the chicken. An animal strongest instinct is to survive. But this chicken went against it. Against nature. It developed volition. It wants to cross.

So it did.

The first thing that you are thinking, the first picture you see in your head, is a normal road with a chicken on one side. Thus it's pretty apparent to imagine it on the other side. You can even play the motion of it performing the action of using its legs and walking across, with added flaps of its wings and clucking and bobbing of the head if you get creative. All in your head.

However, by that you overlooked.

Animals have an uncanny ability to detect danger better than human beings because it is essential for survival, as mentioned prior. While we on the other hand, act with calculated thoughts, or lack thereof. So it would not cause an uproar if you do what the chicken did.

Here comes the brilliant twist.

A car just flashed by. The chicken is now dead. Did it get to the other side?

I'm done.

Afan.

*Best read with Inception soundtrack