Hello world, hope you're listening.

Forgive me if I'm young. But I am still growing. Growing
up, not growing old. As we grow up, we learn, we fall,
we get back up. We learn to conquer our fears. Yes, it
is a test and I expect praiseworthy results. A test I am
putting myself through, commendable results for me
and only me to decide.

The infinite chapter.

They haven't known each other for more than two revolutions around
the clock. The connection he felt between the both of them added fuel
to his burning desire to see her right there and then. Perhaps telepathy
had her at the receiving end of their mind connection. Perhaps it was lady
luck smiling at Loed, sympathising with his pleas. He answered a call with
a beam of delight, glad to hear her voice at the receiving end of the phone.
He shrunk to a bundle of nerves. Behind his intriguing brown eyes were
flashes of the first encounter they had early that afternoon. It didn't help
that her voice was like a melody. So soft that it blended into the background
surrounding his thoughts, but so loud that it was drowning her words. It
took him everything to pull his attention back to their ongoing conversation
over the phone.

Despite having the night drifting into ungodly hours of the morning, he packed his bag, lugged his guitar, and headed for the door. He embraced her invitation, excited yet uncertain. He didn't know what to expect at all. Sex surfaced into his mind, but vanished almost instantly. He was well aware of the upbringing he received, and more than that, he trusted her enough. Guilt bit on his conscience. That second of his amorous sexual thought was an insult to her.

Bathed and smelling fresh, she put on a little pair of grey shorts and an
oversized white sweatshirt. Strangely but surely, her pyjamas outfit
accentuated her curves perfectly. The door bell sounded before she could
even tidy her tresses. When the door opened, it was like the curtains
were drawn, with a picturesque sunrise right behind it. It wasn't her body
he was staring at. It was her brown eyes he was admiring. He got lost in those alluring eyes of hers. Time seemed to have froze. Breathing seemed
to have felt unnatural.

Her bedroom was relatively huge, beautifully furnished, and seemingly surreal. He placed his belongings right by the bed and took in the finer details of the room. She made herself comfortable on her favourite side of the bed. Pulling out his guitar, he accompanied her on the bed. He sang as he strummed, serenading Tyn with such a lovely song.

With vibrations indicating an incoming text, she reached out for her phone to
read it. Marc arrived at the hotel, just about to turn in for the night. She
loves her boyfriend so very much. Nothing was like it.

He kissed her goodnight, relishing the moment they shared. They faced one
another, taking in the breaths they exhaled. Exhaustion kicked in, and they
gradually slipped into slumber.

Sun rays penetrated through the curtains, warming the room up with
the usual blissfulness. She woke up only to realise that he wasn't by her side.

When you can't see their faces.

Say hi to Joe.

Great believer.

I have gone nearly one month without updating this space with
an entry. Well, I did post something just last week, but I took it
off after a fair bit of deliberation. It was an entry light in quantity,
but heavy with emotions. So much have been going on lately and I
practically suck in everything and at being a person. In short,
I am pathetic. I am actually surprised I ran myself down like
that. I have found my strength, though. It just does not always
surface into my conscious mind. I have it in my gadget, I have
it in my heart too. Call me insane. I am like the litter bin. What
you find inside is nothing but rubbish. Tell me what have I got to
do. Must I be a believer?

Reasons why Eclipse worked out better.

David Slade.

First two installments of The Twilight Saga pale in comparison with Eclipse. What with the hotties excluding Robert who.

Reasons why Eclipse worked out.

One, two, three.

It amazes me how some people can keep up with posting entries almost every single day. Evidently, I am not any of the some people. Here I am still sticking to blogger. Like aforementioned way before, I have other accounts too, but I guess nothing beats what feels most familiar to you.

Don't look back.

Time flies.
Look at how things changed.
Peace.

Something about it.

Why do we preserve the good memories when they will all be ruined
one way or another? Time sculpted memories that bent toward
the wonderful side. With more given time, those memories crumbled
into shit.

Sweetest sadness.

What better way to welcome the start of our break with a belated
post to revive this stagnant space? Heading straight out of school
after our final paper. What made me mad was the invigilator who
happened to be the lecturer I walked out on. He thought it was
entertaining to speak to us about sanitary pads. Think again.

It turned out as a date between Cryst and I when the rest bailed out
albeit against their will. We contemplated several ideas but thought
Sentosa would work best. Marina Bay Sands was one of the options,
but I was glad it did not end up our decision.

The sun had long set when we eventually arrived at Sentosa. Just
a penny for my thought, the greetings need to be revised."Have a
nice day" when you are almost done with it?

Cryst was exhilarated upon seeing her globe. Cryst to the globe,
just like toddler to a toy. So we got a couple of pictures out of it and
ventured a little bit before heading to the Beach Station.

We spent no more than two hours on that little island, but it felt
like we reaped enough satisfaction out of it. Cheers to our rather
random escapade!

You know how I always check my mobile phone in the midst of my
sleep. So on Sunday afternoon, I read and replied an unexpected
text forty minutes after receiving it. I kind of hastened myself yet
took my own sweet precious time to prepare.

I ended up meeting Kenneth at five, but at least whilst waiting, he
visited his ex-colleagues at M.A.C. After going out for his smoke,
we walked around Ion aimlessly at a pace relatively slower than
my usual. I wanted to laugh right there and then, but it did not
seem to make any reasonable sense.

Me and my insanely dumb suggestion to get out of town and check
out Marina Bay Sands. That place was such a bore. Well, at the very
least, we got to see the structure with our own eyes.

Kenneth had been craving for shisha pretty much the whole time,
so he called his friend and together, we are the Power Puff Girls.
Nah, we went to Haji Lane to do what a man got to do. Nah, we
went to shisha. One new found friend and everything about her
is nice. Like Kenneth, she was mixed. Hence, the name Aisha Lin :)

It was a pleasant surprise when I found out she lives in Pasir Ris
too. So Kenneth headed home while we chilled at White Sands
McDonald's with Aisha's friend, Shaun. That was how my
supposedly lazy Sunday turned out.

The highlight of Monday had to be the night at Clarke Quay. Amanda
and I had been doing much walking all around, and we decided to
end our day with dinner at Central. We fished our virgin experience
at The Manhattan Fish Market and I venture to say it is a pale
imitation of Fish&Co. Nothing beats the authentic!

A round of drinks before wrapping our day up, and I finally had
my good hours of sleep in the nice weather.

This is my answer.

It makes me wonder how planes are able to fly. I wonder
where are they heading to. I imagine the people inside, I
imagine myself in it too. I think about the black patches on
the moon. I wonder if there are astronauts on it, I wonder
if I can see them. I don't know if you get it, but planes and
the moon make me feel that all hopes are not lost.

Peanut in my nostril.

TRAP AHEAD!
AAAHHH, NOOOOO! AVOID IT!
TOO LATE! I'M TRAPPED! AAAHHHHH!
FUCK THIS HOLY SHIT! I'LL GET HELP! HANG IN THERE!
HOLD UP! THERE IS ONLY ONE OF US! HOW CAN YOU GET HELP?
I.. I AM RIGHT HERE!
YES, YOU ARE. RIGHT IN THE TRAP!
NO, I'M MOST DEFINITELY NOT!
YES, YOU ARE.
I'LL GET HELP!
NOOOOOOOOOO!

You tell me.

What were those months?

Mind out there, out here.

I don't know if anything makes sense now.
I don't know if it makes sense anymore.
My nose has been itching for two days. It is as irksome as you are.

Knock you up.

I knew I was going to feel this way, and you have no idea what am
I referring to. I have my own stuff too.
Ciao.

Tonight.

I have almost forgotten what is it like to look up into the dark
sky every night. But tonight, I was drawn to the balcony to relish
the familiar comfort I used to seek. Then, everything started to
come back to me.

Time.

Time.
Time is everything.
Time is money.
Time is of an asset.
Time is a great healer.
Time heals all wounds.

Now that it's all said and done.

I would love to see that bitch every single day if she really brings me luck.

Rocking back and forth.

I have to post something here to get rid of the stale air even if it is
just a word. But evidently, I have far surpassed my goal. Good for
me, I know.

Goodnight.