Please don't give me too much homework.

He said yes, but you'll need to work hard too.

It'll be strange if Snowy suddenly transformed into a human, or if Tigger suddenly was able to talk. Or like when cockroaches stopped being pests and when rats start becoming clean and stop passing diseases. It'll be strange, but it'd be fine. Right?

Hello, Mister.

If I could, then I would.

He said, or wrote, if I were you, I would be here.

Remember when we were kids, we used to have those floats that our parents would blow air into? The ones that we would put around our upper arms? Oh well, at least I used it a lot as a kid - I could never, and still cannot, swim. I always had to put them on.

Oh, but I enjoyed them! Because no matter what I did, I'd never sink, and I didn't have to worry about sinking either! They always kept me, safely, afloat. Ahh, how I recall jumping into the water in a very swift motion - jump off the ground, pulling legs towards body and pushing entire body horizontally forward.

I could jump into such deep waters that covered my head, by a feet or two, without having to worry about drowning. I even liked pretending that I could dive. Because there was nothing to hold me back, I was safe, anyhow, anyway. All I had to do was to hold my breath and close my eyes at the right times and everything'd stayed fine.

Like, everything else, I grew out of those floats. They're only for kids, so I never got to wear them after I passed the age of eight. And anyway, even if I did continue, I'd look horrendously silly. It's probably one reason that I don't swim anymore - because I can't, because I hate drowning. I hate water going up my nose. I fear death, don't like it one bit.

Because I can't, I keep play safe - by staying out of the pool, you know?

If you're gone.

He wrote he could make the enire world wait.

As if I had put a voice to his words, they ring in my head. Over and over and over again. They haunt me, like everything else that happened today. Like my regret for not having been there. They haunt me. I suppose that's just why my head's spinning - so fast, like a top.

Never you. That's what he said, he could make the entire world wait. Never you.

So, goodbye. Please, don't cry.

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Housten



If I should stay,
I would only be in your way.
So I'll go, but I know
I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
You, my darling you. Hmm.

Bittersweet memories
that is all I'm taking with me.
So, goodbye. Please, don't cry.
We both know I'm not what you, you need.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.
And I wish to you, joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.

And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I, I will always love you.

You, darling, I love you.
Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you.

Muddled muddled, jumbled, puzzled?

She says you're all muddled up.

I met Si Kai and Geraldine for recess today, as usual. I had coffee, Nescafe. Original flavour. Both of them had Boncafe Ice Mocha. I hate boncafe, it just tastes weird. There was literature today, Geraldine and I got Mrs Wallace rather agitated. Naomi got a new phone. My eyes kind of hurt and ache. Maybe it's just the computer.

For english, we went through the paper I didn't do. Mr Poh told stories. My EzLink card has run dry of money. I need to get coins for tomorrow. Min Ying seems to be balding. "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUWXYZ" was what I wrote on top of the paper I stole from Sarah's fullscap pad.

There's chem test tomorrow. Palwinder escaped to the washroom, I mean, gents. What is the difference anyway? Vanessa's birthday was a few days back, I wished her a happy... Oh, I got 17:10 for NAPFA. I expected higher. I beat Erica last year.

Rachel says that the new pinafore has pockets that are on the left. Michelle's hair was tucked into her collar during assembly. Jia Chern said hello yesterday. I sat on the same bus as Jocelyn and Khairi yesterday. There's band practice on saturday, isn't there?

Chee Hao's clumsy. Min Ying asked why he has injured himself so many times. Geraldine doesn't know what to do to crying people, it's funny. Classmates threw SJAB's 'auspicious jelly' around the classroom. Math lesson was dreadfully boring, but I don't mind trigo.

Carmina's hair is dead messy. East Coast Park Connector has nice lalang. Kia Ying moves her mouth a lot when she talks, I noticed today. Wei Shan should keep her hair tied up. MacDonald's large fries cost $2.55. Don't I owe Steph and Naomi money? I think I've returned Pao's orange circle template.

I've forgotten to tell Chee Hao he should go treading, or did I? Bicycles at Pulau Ubin are horrible. The band owes the ROs money for the chalet. I wonder if when Mr Leow with start printing the shirts. Chee Hao isn't free to call. I woke up with a headache today, so I took two panadols.

On the day of AMBienceVI, Chee Hao went to the pharmacy to get me Aleve and that mouthwash thing. I don't remember thanking him, I should do so tonight. Joshua said I dumped his beloved, but I never really had a choice. Of the choices we are given, there's no choice at all; you must always know how long to stay, and when to go, she sang.

Bridget, was she the one who got fat and pregnant? Oh, there was once that I forgot my aunt's name when she called. I wanna become a tattooist. It won't get me far, and I don't think mummy will allow that. Amos was caught sleeping in class today.

Jerald gave me that sick smile while Wallace sreamed at Geraldine and I. Amelia told Steph what? Yue Lin and Ze Yu switched places today. They both shake their legs when they sit. Harris forgot about the puppetry workshop, was it? He gave us the rest of the coke in the bottle. Chee Hao should be free soon.

I think Santino isn't all that good a designer, and that Daniel is hot.

Eagles.

She sings one day, I'll fly away.

How long before an eagle chick will leave its nest? A month, two, or three perhaps? Does it ever leave because it's tired or only because it's expected to, because it needs to stop depending. Have you wondered if it actually couldn't wait to leave its nest, to be free, to fly away?

One day, I'll fly away.

Cast away.

Imagine this, just for a brief moment.

You're feeling grains of sand under your feet. No, not the ideal vacation beach type of sand - not the soft smooth white sand. I'm talking about the hard big grains of sands. The one that grinds the sole of your feet to a raw state, to a rawness that makes the pain so unbearable that it might actually begin to numb.

Well, now imagine that you're on a huge island covered with sand that coarse. And not just some tiny insignificant island - not a Singapored sized island. More like an island thrice the size of Singapore. A deserted island though. Oh, but things get better - you have company! Blood related - possibly a relative or maybe even a biological sister.

But, wait, don't rejoice too soon. She's lost her mind, turned carnivorous and hunting you down like a prey. She wants food and you're her only option. You're her nearest, easiest option. She's tired, starved, and has lost insanity, while you're fatigue and feeling half-dead.

She's been an important figure in your life, she means everything, but what do you do now? Fight it out with her till one of you ends up a scorched dead carcass across the sand? Or do you run, and keep running till you find something close to a sanctuary?

There's a cave somewhere around, you recall. Oh, but you remember the distance it is from here - a long three day walk. And taking your level of fatigue into accord, would you still carry on? Would you still have the energy and determination to get there?

I'd say, in that state, it's all you've got left.

Forget you not.

She sings kiss me, down my the broken tree house.

A silver metal band, beautifully crafted to look like a simple knot, from string, finished with butterfly loops. The whole concept behind it is just so create, simple and cute. I was starind at my display picture, thinking of it, analyzing it. What an simple ideal gift - a ring. Of course, also packaged with a message too - forget me not. Knot.

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silver moon's sparkling. So, kiss me.

Rain, rain, go away.

They pressed their palms tightly against their ears, screaming.

It rained heavily today, but only just for a short while though. We were stuck, standing and waiting at the school's porch. Each time the bright flashes of lightning were to run through the darkened skies, a few of the girls would shriek and press their palms against their ears, not letting go till they heard the thunder that followed.

It humoured me each time they did so and had to wait for a whole 15 suspenseful seconds before the thunder became audible. A thunder that was very much mild and almost faint. But I never understood why they had to cover their ears anyway. I stood there and stared, laughing occasionally at the amusing spectacle.

I couldn't understand why I wasn't one who would do the same, I couldn't quite bring myself to do so. It felt like a joy, a challenge, awaiting the shock of the thunder clap ringing in my ears. I'd jump, occasionally, but wasn't that the fun of it all? Apparently, I was the only weird one of the people who enjoyed it.

It's just that, sometimes I feel, we spend too much time awaiting for disaster to strike. All that time spent waiting just all goes to waste, you know? So, until the moment really comes, I guess I'm suppose to take it all in. Every second, every minute. Until it all goes bad and rotten, then I'll throw it out, and move on.

Works the same everywhere and in everything, doesn't it?

Lost track of time, I'd guess.

She whispered you're hogging the crystals!

My sister was just recalling how she lost her crystals at Merlin Hotel in Cameron Highlands 4 years ago. It never quite crossed my mind until she mentioned it the other night. I would have thought she had forgotten but I guess not everything can be forgotten that easily. Afterall.

Oh, we were giggling anyway. Weren't we?

15th day.

This moment seems so long.

Fourteenth week, you say? Would that be 11 weeks from now? Till then, will the time crawl by like it has for the last two weeks? I don't mean to count the days but the hours of each day, now, past so slowly that it seems almost inevitable. Oh, won't time just pass me by.

Tick, tock, tick.