Go on, leave me breathless.

I used to ask Mummy, who put the clouds up in the sky?

She used to laugh and not be able to answer me, obviously. She'd tell me that no one put it up but I'd never take that as an answer. I remember asking who paint the entire sky blue too, if it was a group of people with really long ladders. Oh, I remember imagining people on high ladders with paint brushes in hand.

Today, it felt like I finally saw one man painting the sky.

Time travelling.

That's all I remember.

One moment, I'm lying in a field of daffodils and runing my fingers across the yellow petals as they fall onto the lush green grass around me. I'm smelling the fragance and then... Suddenly, I find myself at home, by the fireplace, two hours later, differently clothed. I can't figure out what happened between then and now. I don't remember either.

I'd like to think I time travelled - moved through space.

I was doing simple multiplications.

Approximately 631 more days.

I took the number of weeks (ninety) and multiplied it by 7 - seven days a week, am I not wrong? And, taking that the 16th of June, 2010 will be a wednesday, I added one day to 630. I also took the number of weeks that have passed (fourteen) and mulitplied it by 7 and added one day to it because it was a tuesday - 99 days.

Only ninety weeks and one more day till then, Min Jun.

I vaguely remember.

I'm thinking it was the 30th of April. You think?





It was huge.



Really huge.



It got pretty fun.





The contrast makes it look like we were glowing.

You're such a blessing, such a joy in my life.

The Birthday Song by Corrinne May




Don't worry about that extra line
That's creeping up upon your face
It's just a part of nature's way
To say you've grown a little more
Trees have rings and thicker branches
Kids shoes get a little tighter
Every year we're getting closer to who we're gonna be
It's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to be

Happy birthday my friend
Here's to all the years we've shared together
All the fun we've had
You're such a blessing
Such a joy in my life
May the good Lord bless you
And may all your dreams come true

So light a candle on your cake
For every smile you've helped create
For every heart and every soul
You've known to grow a little more
A few more pounds, a little more grey
Don't count the years just count the way
It takes a little time to go from water into wine
Don't ever lose the wonder of the child within your eyes

Happy birthday my friend
Here's to all the years we've shared together
All the fun we've had
It's such a blessing
Such a joy in my life
May the good Lord bless you
And may all your dreams come true

Oh baby, I'm missing you.

She sings oh, it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real.

Yesterday, while I was trying to pack up the mess on my table in class, I lifted up my Social Studies file and, lo and behold, I found my missing coloured pencil. Two-faced, it sat there looking up at me as I laughed. It's green and brown surface, shining back at me.

I was thinking about how coincidental it was that I found it yesterday, on the way home on bus 52. I was even telling Chee Hao about it. It was then that I realised that I had found it but had, unmistakingly, forgotten to bring it home. And I still need it quite badly, more than ever.

It's as if you know me better than I've ever known myself.

I'm missing of one.

I can't find the brown coloured pencil.

I have this set of Staedtler coloured pencils that are dual tip pencils and have 36 colours, in total. Today, as I was arranging them by shades, I realised I had lost one coloured pencil. The one that has a lighted brown and green on it. I kind of need it. Perhaps I left it in the computer laboratory...

May I get it back on Friday, please?

It is so easy to see dysfunction between you and me.

He said I had hoped to garner some comfort from you.

There was this one haunting moment quite some time ago when I cried myself silly by my brother's bedroom window. As my eyes welled up with tears, the street lights began to sparkle all around. It was beautiful but there was something haunting and depressing about it after that.

I never stand by the window when I'm upset anymore. I don't cry by that window. In fact, if I can, I don't cry at all because I, unfortunately, despise myself crying - it's weak. I never like standing by the window when I get too upset. You see, I was on the corded phone in the living room just now, baby.

I'm so sorry I couldn't or didn't seem to want to be there. It seems like I never am.

If God made you, he's in love with me.

He said everything just came together by itself.

Why do we even have World Wonders? Because they mesmerize us with their beauty? Their amazing qualities and their strange existence? Like Stone Henge for example - it's mysterious creation that man have never managed to figure out.

I'll like to visit a site of a World Wonder one day. I wonder what it's like to stand before a the Taj Mahal, or the Pyramids of Egypt or the Eiffel Tower. I want to know what it feels like to gaze upon the impressive beauty of something that came together by itself.

Will it lifts your spirits and brings tears to your eyes? Will it be like watching the Recruits on the 13th of September, in a row, instrument in hand and playing their solo pieces with such self-confidence? Will it be like handing out certificates to the group of juniors you had brought yourself to love and care for?

Will it keep your head spinning with wonder? Will it be like having dinner at a fast-food chain and watching the most amazing coming together of four people - almost seemingly made for each other? Will it be like watching the sky turn dark while being held in the arms of someone you never knew you could love so deeply for the first time?

Out of the 10 Wonders of the World, I'm grateful that I've seen the best three.

Pepperoni pizza.

He said I'm out at 1945.

Have you ever gone without your favourite food or snack for a week? Maybe even a day or two? Or perhaps four? If it's something you consume everyday, by the fourth, you'd probably be going crazy for it, just wanting to have one look, one taste of it. To have that familiar beautiful sensation in your mouth again, it's taste lingering.

It's torture, to not have what you want. Like yesterday, I began craving for pepperoni pizzas. Not something I have all the time but I just wanted one so bad! In the book I was reading, it wrote about pizzas and, gosh, how I drooled. I wanted to taste that sensational tomato paste in my mouth, with mozerella cheese. Mmmm...

If I could, right now, I'd run out of the house and get a pizza for myself. A nice, yummy, warm pizza with just tomato sauce, loads of mozerella and pepperoni. I can't of course, in this state. Anyway, Mummy wouldn't let me, because in this state, it ain't good for me. But I still want pepperoni pizza, no doubt.

If I could fly, I'd fly.

Cai quan!

He said we probably won't last.

There was this girl at the studio before who did a really really nice painting of flowers, abstract. It was a wonderful combination of colours - purple, white. Splashes of bold black lines and yellow. It was beautiful and I loved it. The beautiful amazing mix of oil and turpentine and paint.

But there was an imbalance of oil and turpentine. Something like - too must oil in the base-coat of the painting. After some time, it started craking and peeling and just, falling apart. The beautiful masterpiece was destroyed and gone. I recall Cynthia saying that she either couldn't fix it, or that it would be too difficult. And probably not worth the time.

And so it is, just like you said it would be.