Victory is yours to call it.

I have seen the storm brewing right from the start. Stupidity got the better of me, and I chose to weather the storm. I see the end of it, when victory is yours to claim.
All's Well that Ends Well, please.

I believe we all have those days when we experience the ups in life. The downs are inevitable as well. How unfortunate of me to be trapped in days of the latter when I am supposed to enjoy some of my best days in life.
My days have been starting off bad. I am aware that I dreamt, but more often than not, I lose memories of those dreams. However, I managed to keep you at the back of my head. I would be deluding myself if I were to deny. Cranky is all I am when I rise. A good bath makes a little effort in freshening me up.
My nights would end as bad as how my days started out. Take last night for instance. I was dead beat. I settled myself on bed right after I got offline, but I didn't manage to fall asleep until 0430, thereabout. Of course it was frustrating. I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was useless. I did lots of thinking, yet again. I guess such things always happen when the night falls. The day is coming towards its end but still, nothing seems to be on the right track. Perhaps that kept me awake.
Clock was ticking, and I gradually fell asleep.

I woke up in the afternoon, and aunt dropped by. I didn't strike a conversation with her since I had to prepare myself to meet Nabz. There was a downpour before I left home, but it kind of subsided when I was about to leave. I hailed a cab and went down to Tampines Mall. After slight deliberation, we decided to head to the airport and dine in at Fish & Co. Both of us were hoping to see some familiar faces on shift. True enough, Ton and Carmen were right at the doorstep of the restaurant.

Before we were seated to a table, we were guessing what soup they have today. Initially, we both chose Seafood Chowder. Then I changed my mind to Fish Chowder.

Ton led us to a secluded corner of the restaurant and Nabz picked a table right at the end.
Ton: The soup of the year is Fish Chowder.
Nabz: Soup of the year?
Jean: Why year?
Ton: Because we never changed it.
It was so funny to us but Ton seemed indifferent about that. I won the bet, anyway. Haha.
Nabz and I contemplated for a long time before making our minds up on what to have.
G. Sole Sambal (chips main), completing the meal with Kola Tonic, for Nabz.
P. Fettuccini, completing the meal with Passion Fruit, for Jean.
Lime Cola to share.
Apparently, all drinks were meant for us to share. Haha. Fish Chowder was savoury and exquisite, as always. It was a pity we couldn't finish our food. Such a waste. The guilt is biting on my conscience.

We lingered in the restaurant for quite some time, really. Then we braced ourselves for something more adventurous. Nope, we weren't really going to Zimbabwe. Neither are we going to Kenya to feed the wildlife. We merely just stepped out of the terminal and trekked on the narrow pavement along the road. Our first mission was to get to the foot of the control tower from T3. We didn't, because it wasn't easy at all. So we headed for T1 instead, and walked out from the carpark.
YAAAYYYYY.
We eventually managed to get to the entrance of the tower.
After which, we returned to T1 and took a bus back to Pasir Ris, where we alighted at one of the bus stops, and hopped on to bus 21.

The highlight of our day begins when we were strolling along the beach. There was this particularly huge group of people that caught our attention. Nabz commented on the crowd and I sarcastically remarked on how the large pack shared a pit. Little did we expect that the pit belonged to you-know-which-class. Some goddess was so absent-minded that it slipped out of her mind. Awkward.

As we walked on, we thought someone was tailing us, but no, it was just an old man jogging past. We heaved a sigh of relief. Soon after, this African-ish girl just appeared by my side and asked if we knew the time. It showed 2140 on my mobile phone, but I told her it was 2135. She wanted to walk with us because she fought with her friends and they left her alone. Nabz and I called Michael for help, and he gladly did. We were so grateful to him.

Nabz was traumatised, hahaha. So we went to E! Hub to cool down a bit. Ain came to join us after work. After which, these two Samaritans sent me to my block.



The curtains of my stage is about to close for the night. When the crowd has dispersed, all I hear is that familiar echoing silence reaching out to every corner of the theatre.

Goodnight, fellows.