there is a “chat” thingy on gmail and many other emails. Chat is a word often used to express the action of talking (mainly small talk). I like to chat, but not all the time. Because I get bored of people easily. Chat kind of makes me think of a cat eating cheese and crackers… don’t know why. I’m glad it puts that image into my head though.
Internet chat has ruined communication. It’s so easy to conceal things when you have time to plan your entire response, not to mention decide how you’re going to spell each word and whether or not you will use emoticons. And it’s so easy to be misunderstood no matter how carefully you plan.
i started to chat with my friend georgia and georgia was a narwhal who ate little children when they swam by her blowhole and all the little children that got aten became slaves to the mean king of candy land
Blah Blah Blah.
“Mum! Can we go now?”
Mothers can talk for way too long! They can chat for ages and ages at a time. It’s so exasperating when they ignore your attempts to drag them away. Then you hear your name and your ears immediately start listening to the conversation.
I love to chat with my friends. It is one of the only ways to stay in touch with friends that don’t live close to me. Its hard to do, but it is quite nice. Chatting is sometimes hard when you have nothing to talk about, but with your good friends that should never be a problem
i wish i could chat with friends in that normal friendly way. like, when you text each other just because something dumb or funny happened. like the type in movies. although, I’d have to have more friends to do that because right now it feels like I really only have 3 friends. But one day, I’ll be able to sit down, coffee cup in hand and just chat, laugh and have a real friendship.
“I really wasn’t prepared for this” he remarked as he slipped quietly into the chair in front of the desk. “I had only expected a meeting, a presentation, not this informality, this discussion, this chat”
I’m chatting to you right now. When you talk to someone either online for long periods or just to someone in real life for a tiny bit. It can be about anything… just please don’t feed any of the troll’s while chatting…….. no one wants those to be aroused.
He said he just wanted to chat, but I could see in his eyes a hatred. He wanted to thrust that knife deep into my gut, I just knew it. But if he did it would be just as well, because it would mean I was weak.
There is a simple beauty, the beauty of people, not of amazing conversation, not of incredible discoveries, not the execution of an amazing fete…just the simple meeting of two minds who say, “I know you”
It was a modest talk, more of a chat really. I sat across from you, not as close as I would have liked, but close enough to smell your perfume. It floated cloud-like just centimeters away from your skin. The scent was far too intoxicating. I did not listen.
There’s a call, caw, chat
That starts as vibration
A gathering of air in lungs
Shot through like bicycle pump
Until the throat, the tube, channels
The pressure out, about, to and around
Whether the voice can be heard – what is
The voice without the ear?
He was chatting away incessantly about this new job of his and everyone at the bar was tired of hearing about it. When he’d invited us all out for drink we had no idea it would be this bloody boring. The music and drinks were good, the chatter: not.
It seems you never stick around long enough for us to exchange more than a few words. A hello, a how are you. You’re always walking to briskly for us to share more than meaningless chit chat. So many words left on my lips unsaid as you walk by.
A small chat, she said. It wasn’t going to be some small chat. Chairs will be thrown and blood will be said. Scratched faces and pulled hair shouted out to the rest of the office.
I smiled calmly and followed her.
You feel the need to chat through times
When different memories come alive
Hold me close prepare to die
Drinking wine through silent minds
My mouth outspoken weary and strange
Your ideas fade into times of rage
Chat through tasking days ahead
Holding dreams you wish would bend
Dying into syringes of pain
Counting the days hoping stay the same
We were talking, I remember that much. That, and the smell of perfume. It was hovering cloud-like but a few inches from your skin, and reminded me of the islands.
is it the same when we’re face to face unable to say anything that the other could hear and maybe thatt’s better maybe i have things to say that you could never bear to hear and vice versa i know that it’s hard to be away it is so so hard to be away from you and your brown eyes but it is harder to see them and know that they know not what lies behind my own
You feel the need to chat through times
When different memories come alive
Hold me close prepare to die
Drinking wine through silent minds
My mouth outspoken weary and strange
Your ideas fade into times of rage
Chat through tasking day ahead
Holding dreams you wish would bend
Let’s chat…..let’s chat….that’s what they all say….but what to chat about….that is the question.
We could chat about the weather, our families, people around us, food, any number of topics….but do we chat by writing or by talking…..talking used to be chatting, but now it seems that writing seems to be the norm.
something my 13 yr old does too much of I mean really how much can you say about the same subject and why is it always the same thing over and over and over again I mean really change the subject
Chatting is talking between two or more people. It’s very interesting to simply chat with different people, for example, in Skype. But I don’t think I’m very sociable, so it’s a bit hard for me to muster up the courage and start to randomly chat with strangers.
We chatter through the night and hope it’s still real the next morning; it feels so real right now that at the moment, the idea of this never happening feels so unimaginable. I see the world in technicolour around you; you are cobalt and azure and crimson, and every different shade inbetween. I wish this moment would last forever. I wish we could keep rewinding it and replaying it and reliving it, until each little detail is etched in our minds.
Chat used to be about people talking to each other – one face to another face. That changed about a decade ago when chat became something we do with our fingers in creating conversation with another person on a computer. And then chat became old and stale, replaced with texting. I still like to chat face to face with people I like; if I don’t like your face, texting is ok.
Chatting, its the way that we communicate today its crazy how this world has evolved. Whether its chatting online, via phone or via person. We all chat we get yelled at for chatting in class and in the hallways but its the way we are.
We chatter through the night and hope it’s still real the next morning; it feels so real right now that at the moment, the idea of this never happening feels so unimaginable. I see the world in technicolour around you; you are cobalt and azure and crimson, and every different shade inbetween. I wish this moment would last forever. I wish we could keep rewinding it and replaying it and reliving it, until each little detail is etched in our minds.
they went on chatting for hours without even realizing it. it went from night to morning to afternoon to evening to night again but they showed no sign of stopping the chat
THE END
Chatting with my best friend about important things really keeps me going. She’s the only one I can talk to about anything and everything. Having such horrible days just having a chat with her at Starbucks really helps me. Like today. Probably the worst day I’ve had in months. Crying over things that shouldn’t bother me in the future but are a huge part of my life right now.
Oh how i love to chat. I chat with people everywhere. Mostly chat on facebook, sometimes on email. I can always imagine myself chatting with friends and drinking a cup of coffee when im in my mid thirties.
We were chatting by the boulevard. Drinking a nice cup of coffee. His face was tan, dark features, mysterious. Every movement he made, I noticed. The way his eyelashes fluttered when he was listening, or the way his eyes lit up like the sun when he was excited. He was magnificent. Beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be true. Yet, here he was. Perfect.
Phones and internet and Facebook and all of that has left us with the word “chat” and we take it for granted. It used to be something we did face-to-face. It would mean we were in trouble if the principal needed to “chat” or it meant that we were hanging out if we were “just chatting.” Now it’s become a whole other idea, that chatting involves writing and indirect conversation.
The two friends chatted up a storm the other day. They discussed many topics including the weather, school, and the latest fashion, but the one topic that stood out from all the rest was the latest development on the Williams Trial.
People don’t like to talk anymore. Not about the things that matter anyway. Communication seems to be the last thing on everyone’s to do list. That’s probably why the divorce rate is so high.
Chat. That’s how my boyfriend and I got started. Only it wasn’t your typical chat, it was online, in a ninja game. We talked for years as just friends, and all of a sudden one day he goes “We should meet up and go out” And to that, I could only reply yes <3
“it wasn’t really a chat, now was it?” she thought, trying to remember how it all began. it started off with an accusation, right? and the rest followed suit.
i love to chat, i love to talk, my parents thought i was mute at first until they took me into the doctor and i said not my first word—but first paragraph… now a days no one can make me shut up. i think speech is a very powerful and amazing thing.
I really hate instant message chat programs online. They only diminish face to face talk, and the quality of the face time that we do get in this day and age; if you’ve already told each other everything online, what is there to chat about in real life? I also think that this contributes to the problem that some people have with being awkward about eye contact; they’re too used to Skyping and IM’ing where they don’t have to look anyone in the eye! It’s so uncomfortable!
there is a “chat” thingy on gmail and many other emails. Chat is a word often used to express the action of talking (mainly small talk). I like to chat, but not all the time. Because I get bored of people easily. Chat kind of makes me think of a cat eating cheese and crackers… don’t know why. I’m glad it puts that image into my head though.
Internet chat has ruined communication. It’s so easy to conceal things when you have time to plan your entire response, not to mention decide how you’re going to spell each word and whether or not you will use emoticons. And it’s so easy to be misunderstood no matter how carefully you plan.
i started to chat with my friend georgia and georgia was a narwhal who ate little children when they swam by her blowhole and all the little children that got aten became slaves to the mean king of candy land
Blah Blah Blah.
“Mum! Can we go now?”
Mothers can talk for way too long! They can chat for ages and ages at a time. It’s so exasperating when they ignore your attempts to drag them away. Then you hear your name and your ears immediately start listening to the conversation.
I love to chat with my friends. It is one of the only ways to stay in touch with friends that don’t live close to me. Its hard to do, but it is quite nice. Chatting is sometimes hard when you have nothing to talk about, but with your good friends that should never be a problem
i wish i could chat with friends in that normal friendly way. like, when you text each other just because something dumb or funny happened. like the type in movies. although, I’d have to have more friends to do that because right now it feels like I really only have 3 friends. But one day, I’ll be able to sit down, coffee cup in hand and just chat, laugh and have a real friendship.
How do I even begin a conversation with you? We’re so alike, so in love, and so completely different that I feel like the weather is all we share.
This first date of ours will be awkward, cute, and confusing as balls.
Just like you.
“I really wasn’t prepared for this” he remarked as he slipped quietly into the chair in front of the desk. “I had only expected a meeting, a presentation, not this informality, this discussion, this chat”
I’m chatting to you right now. When you talk to someone either online for long periods or just to someone in real life for a tiny bit. It can be about anything… just please don’t feed any of the troll’s while chatting…….. no one wants those to be aroused.
He said he just wanted to chat, but I could see in his eyes a hatred. He wanted to thrust that knife deep into my gut, I just knew it. But if he did it would be just as well, because it would mean I was weak.
There is a simple beauty, the beauty of people, not of amazing conversation, not of incredible discoveries, not the execution of an amazing fete…just the simple meeting of two minds who say, “I know you”
It was a modest talk, more of a chat really. I sat across from you, not as close as I would have liked, but close enough to smell your perfume. It floated cloud-like just centimeters away from your skin. The scent was far too intoxicating. I did not listen.
There’s a call, caw, chat
That starts as vibration
A gathering of air in lungs
Shot through like bicycle pump
Until the throat, the tube, channels
The pressure out, about, to and around
Whether the voice can be heard – what is
The voice without the ear?
He was chatting away incessantly about this new job of his and everyone at the bar was tired of hearing about it. When he’d invited us all out for drink we had no idea it would be this bloody boring. The music and drinks were good, the chatter: not.
It seems you never stick around long enough for us to exchange more than a few words. A hello, a how are you. You’re always walking to briskly for us to share more than meaningless chit chat. So many words left on my lips unsaid as you walk by.
A small chat, she said. It wasn’t going to be some small chat. Chairs will be thrown and blood will be said. Scratched faces and pulled hair shouted out to the rest of the office.
I smiled calmly and followed her.
You feel the need to chat through times
When different memories come alive
Hold me close prepare to die
Drinking wine through silent minds
My mouth outspoken weary and strange
Your ideas fade into times of rage
Chat through tasking days ahead
Holding dreams you wish would bend
Dying into syringes of pain
Counting the days hoping stay the same
We were talking, I remember that much. That, and the smell of perfume. It was hovering cloud-like but a few inches from your skin, and reminded me of the islands.
is it the same when we’re face to face unable to say anything that the other could hear and maybe thatt’s better maybe i have things to say that you could never bear to hear and vice versa i know that it’s hard to be away it is so so hard to be away from you and your brown eyes but it is harder to see them and know that they know not what lies behind my own
You feel the need to chat through times
When different memories come alive
Hold me close prepare to die
Drinking wine through silent minds
My mouth outspoken weary and strange
Your ideas fade into times of rage
Chat through tasking day ahead
Holding dreams you wish would bend
Let’s chat…..let’s chat….that’s what they all say….but what to chat about….that is the question.
We could chat about the weather, our families, people around us, food, any number of topics….but do we chat by writing or by talking…..talking used to be chatting, but now it seems that writing seems to be the norm.
something my 13 yr old does too much of I mean really how much can you say about the same subject and why is it always the same thing over and over and over again I mean really change the subject
I’m tired of the endless chatting, the mindless prattle. Lets sit down and actually talk for once.
Chatting is talking between two or more people. It’s very interesting to simply chat with different people, for example, in Skype. But I don’t think I’m very sociable, so it’s a bit hard for me to muster up the courage and start to randomly chat with strangers.
We chatter through the night and hope it’s still real the next morning; it feels so real right now that at the moment, the idea of this never happening feels so unimaginable. I see the world in technicolour around you; you are cobalt and azure and crimson, and every different shade inbetween. I wish this moment would last forever. I wish we could keep rewinding it and replaying it and reliving it, until each little detail is etched in our minds.
Chat used to be about people talking to each other – one face to another face. That changed about a decade ago when chat became something we do with our fingers in creating conversation with another person on a computer. And then chat became old and stale, replaced with texting. I still like to chat face to face with people I like; if I don’t like your face, texting is ok.
Chatting, its the way that we communicate today its crazy how this world has evolved. Whether its chatting online, via phone or via person. We all chat we get yelled at for chatting in class and in the hallways but its the way we are.
We chatter through the night and hope it’s still real the next morning; it feels so real right now that at the moment, the idea of this never happening feels so unimaginable. I see the world in technicolour around you; you are cobalt and azure and crimson, and every different shade inbetween. I wish this moment would last forever. I wish we could keep rewinding it and replaying it and reliving it, until each little detail is etched in our minds.
they went on chatting for hours without even realizing it. it went from night to morning to afternoon to evening to night again but they showed no sign of stopping the chat
THE END
Chatting with my best friend about important things really keeps me going. She’s the only one I can talk to about anything and everything. Having such horrible days just having a chat with her at Starbucks really helps me. Like today. Probably the worst day I’ve had in months. Crying over things that shouldn’t bother me in the future but are a huge part of my life right now.
Oh how i love to chat. I chat with people everywhere. Mostly chat on facebook, sometimes on email. I can always imagine myself chatting with friends and drinking a cup of coffee when im in my mid thirties.
We were chatting by the boulevard. Drinking a nice cup of coffee. His face was tan, dark features, mysterious. Every movement he made, I noticed. The way his eyelashes fluttered when he was listening, or the way his eyes lit up like the sun when he was excited. He was magnificent. Beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be true. Yet, here he was. Perfect.
Phones and internet and Facebook and all of that has left us with the word “chat” and we take it for granted. It used to be something we did face-to-face. It would mean we were in trouble if the principal needed to “chat” or it meant that we were hanging out if we were “just chatting.” Now it’s become a whole other idea, that chatting involves writing and indirect conversation.
The two friends chatted up a storm the other day. They discussed many topics including the weather, school, and the latest fashion, but the one topic that stood out from all the rest was the latest development on the Williams Trial.
People don’t like to talk anymore. Not about the things that matter anyway. Communication seems to be the last thing on everyone’s to do list. That’s probably why the divorce rate is so high.
Chat. That’s how my boyfriend and I got started. Only it wasn’t your typical chat, it was online, in a ninja game. We talked for years as just friends, and all of a sudden one day he goes “We should meet up and go out” And to that, I could only reply yes <3
“it wasn’t really a chat, now was it?” she thought, trying to remember how it all began. it started off with an accusation, right? and the rest followed suit.
Bavarder: verb;
To chat.
i love to chat, i love to talk, my parents thought i was mute at first until they took me into the doctor and i said not my first word—but first paragraph… now a days no one can make me shut up. i think speech is a very powerful and amazing thing.
I really hate instant message chat programs online. They only diminish face to face talk, and the quality of the face time that we do get in this day and age; if you’ve already told each other everything online, what is there to chat about in real life? I also think that this contributes to the problem that some people have with being awkward about eye contact; they’re too used to Skyping and IM’ing where they don’t have to look anyone in the eye! It’s so uncomfortable!