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Me.

I have a lot of names. They sound Muslim, but then they aren’t the Muslim you think they are. They don’t rebel when challenged, they give words for you to listen. And think, and then decide.

Who’s Me.

Me, not mee goreng, me who loves everyone, and parents, old and young, children, small and plump, hey, what’s the heck I am writing about me, look at that picture, it’s me.

What are you doing?

Write. Wrote. Read. Reading. Thinking. Solving. Meditating. Smacking. Oh no, not that one please. No. Don’t ever think of that word. Studying. Relaxing. Romance. Traveling. Astral traveling.

Hey, what are you writing here?

Anything. Everything. Short stories, the internet teaches you short words. Guides to long words. 500 million people in Facebook. How much people in this world? 2011 Estimates – 7,000,000,000, Chinese- 1,338,820,000, Indian -1,183,600,000. You wanna know how much lives in the next 10 years, calculate yourself

$N = \frac{C}{\tau} \arccot \frac{T_0-T}{\tau}$

where

N is current population
T is the current year
C = (1.86±0.01)·10¹¹
T₀ = 2007±1
τ = 42±1

So, there are so much living human beings in this world. There must be some thing to write. Each person speaks an average 2,000 words per days, thus there are 140, 000,000,000, 000 spoken words per days on this earth. Not counting the words from lions, elephants, cats and monkeys, and those animal. What about the germs? do they speak words too?. All of us, cannot write all. Some of us must write some. I write a little. So no harm done.

What do you like to write on?

What?

What topic do you like to write?

Underground.

What’s underground.

Lower than the ground. It is under the ground.

Oh.

That’s not a question. Now Why do you ask a lot of questions?

That’s a question. Because, I wanna know you, who the hell are you.

Impressive. I am a kind of human being. Told you this part already.

Are you married?

Hey be careful. Are you annoying me? of course I am married. Otherwise how would I get to exercise my daily sex’s need. I am not a gay, neither do I am a lesbian.

Who did you marry to?

Oh my, that’s personal. Not here.Here we don’t discuss wife. We discuss how to eat or get eaten.

Last question.

Ok.

Who do you believe?

God.

Who

You said that was the last question.

Yes, Who?

The Mighty Lord

O.k, Who?

You said it was the last question.

Yes, Who.

Oh My Lord, you are crazy.

You cannot answer that, then how on earth can you write any word here?

I answered that to you already.

You did?

Yes. Who are you?

I am the sound of Silence.

But I can listen to you, how was that be?

The sound of silence has sound, otherwise it will be written only silence without the word the sound. Hey, I am the one who ask you question. Not You. What kind of experience you have?

All kinds. Like seeing things people can’t see. Like ghosts, listening to you the sound of silence, that no one else can’t listen.