Yahoo!


Thanks to you, Yahoo!, I got blamed of parrying away from someone. Thanks to you, Yahoo!, now, someone's mad at me. Thanks to you, Yahoo!, we're having a misunderstanding.


YOU see, I'm not mad at you. I just gave you what you wanted to taste. Honestly, I got shocked when you suddenly asked the question if I'm mad at YOU. It was a very desultory question, actually. I told YOU that I wasn't, right? Yet you didn't believe me. Perhaps, you thought that I was keeping something.

The day when we last talked online, was the day I got on the internet again (after how many weeks or just days). Ask Ish! She got victimized too. Yahoo!'s Web messenger keeps me online, even though I am not. It's very irritating. And why am I using it, you may ask? Because dad uses the original Y!M and I'm not allowed to take him off the line due to business matters.

I think we don't have to apologize to each other. We just have to talk like we did before; the old ways. Now I'm feeling nostalgic, are you?

I guess this is the only space where I can tell YOU earnestly that

NO, I AM NOT MAD AT YOU. Why would I evade from you? You didn't do anything bad anyway. Stop worrying. And, oh, I miss you. I miss talking to you. I want to see you, honestly. I want to see how you're really doing. Chatting with you is not enough --words are often inadequate, you say.--

I hope you could share me your secrets someday!