Amplification within a nightmare.

She said sounds more like a warped story.

I had a nightmare. It left my skin ice-cold, myself cuddled up into a ball under the blankets and almost shivering. I recall waking up and, also, finding myself frowning. Although if I were to relate it out all over again, through words, it'd sound in the least frightening. But it is haunting, so very haunting.

Everything came in tinges of green, blue and red. It felt so real -the pain itself was overwhelmingly so. When I ran, out of fear, I could feel the impact of my foot against my ground travelling up my thighs, setting them on flame. The tears I cried felt like they were eroding a stream through my skin, it's fluid surface strangely coarse and scalding.

Even your arms, your embrace felt like it'd crush me, and that I'd crumble to the ground in tiny, little fragments.

Who's better, who's the winner, who's on top?

Two winners for a competition - expanding podium or glory sharing?

It'd be cool to have two Michael Phelps or perhaps two Rafael Nadals or maybe two Venus Williams. The tournament would either have to expand their podium so that there'd be space for two or the contestants would just have to share the glory of standing on top of the podium. What'd it be?

And then I ask - did your heart break when you saw Nadal fall to the ground? Did your hearts break when Roger Federer teared over the lost of the Wimbledon Championships? Well, let's not talk about just sports stars only - will it break your heart to see your loved one fall from grace?

Was King Henry VII breaking from within as he watched Anne Boleyn get beheaded?

A rare happy Wednesday.

She sings I don't wanna be anywhere but here.

Never kept to a plan, never. Like today, for example, I went to Novena and met Geraldine. Our plan? Well, it was rough but it was something like an entire day of shopping and, for me, dress-trying. We kept it rough because, well I guess, both of us knew pretty well that the under-lying plan was to not follow the plan. Always that way.

I had a great time. Like when the train doors closed between us - me, still in the train laughing, Geraldine laughing and gesturing for me to take a train back. That was when we both turned to look at my hand that held her phone. I laughed, and thought, just when I was about to call her damnit.

Days without a plan - now, that's fun. Like boarding buses without knowing where you might end up. Any bus that comes along, or even the first bus that comes along. Stopping at a random stop that draws you, you find yourself in the middle of a park, having the time of your life. Yes, having the best time of your life.

I don't quite have any analogy here, now. I just came to blog - without much of a plan of course.

Over posessive perhaps.

She said you're guard-dog possessive.

I have this stickers all over my sationery. These translucent stickers with my name printed wide and big across them: LIEW MIN JUN. In caps, yes. Some of them even have details like 'Please call [insert number here] if found.' But, no, don't mistake me. I didn't put them, Daddy does. He has a fetish for lables.

I prefer to display my posession in a more subtle way. Sometimes, I don't really notice how openly I display it till I'm told. Like how I wouldn't let anybody touch my phone. I almost screamed at Palwinder once for even touching it casually.

When it's my property - keep your hands off.

Choose one.

Is it gonna be Achluophobia, Lygophobia, Myctophobia or Scotophobia?

I went into the bandroom alone once, in the dark. Because I left my wallet on the section stand, and I was secondary one. When Mrs Lim was walking off with the keys, I just realised so I ran after her and she gave me 5 minutes. But because it was the first time I had the keys, I couldn't figure out how to open the door.

I tried all the different keys and ran out to find Mrs Lim for about two times. She asked me to hurry because she was busy. I ran back in and finally got it open. It was dark and I couldn't and didn't know how to turn on the light. I had to feel around in pitch-darkness. When I stretched out my hand, I couldn't even see it.

I could hear nothing but hollowness, still air and my heavy breathing that came out in shivers.

Pinky promise.

I said this is kind of weird.

I never understood the theory or belief behind hooking pinky fingers when a promise is made. I mean, it doesn't have any sense in it? Is it a silent deal that if the promise is broken, a pinky finger is lost? My Daddy used to hook my fingers and promise me a sweet, lollipop, cheese balls or some snack. Till now, I still don't understand why.

Despite all that, I made another silent little promise - hooking pinky fingers way.

Perfect christmas gift.

I want a portal gun; it's at the top of my christmas list.

If I had a portal gun I'd shoot one in school and every morning, I won't need to be late. If I had a portal gun, when Mister Lim screams at me, I'll shoot a portal below him so he'll disappear (temporarily). If I had a portal gun, I'll shoot one on my bed and one on your's. That way, we'll stay in each others arms all through the night - evading loneliness.

A Karakiri is still the second gift on my list.

Tapping, whispering, scratching.

I hear them all.

Snowy's a metre or two away, I hear her panting. My brother's heavy footsteps, too. Now, Snowy's walking and I hear her nails against the floor, still panting. Wei Qin's voice talking to my brother, my sister's soft whispering in my room, she's on the phone. My brother's mouse clicks.

I hear all, but still, no phone vibrating against the table top.

I've been waiting.

He sang she just might have her radio on.

You know, those days when you go to school, expecting your exam papers back? And all through the day, you just wait and wait and wait for that final period, lesson when you know you'll get you marks back. But finally when it reaches, your teacher goes through lessons as per normal and you receive no paper.

It's like realising there's no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow when you get there.

It's a phobia.

I remember screaming you will come back right? You must!

I was four when my Mummy first sent me off to school - Kindergarten. I was all happy and pumped up. The first day of school, who wouldn't be anyway? Mummy was telling me about how brave my sister was for not shedding a tear when my Mummy sent her off on the first day. I told her I'd be braver.

When we got to the school, and Mummy kissed me on the forehead and said bye, I started to tear up. I clung on to her hand, I feared that she'd never return. I knew she would return, of course, she promissd me, and I trusted her. But there was still this fear. And I cried like a baby, the entire day. I refused to leave the window grilles till she returned.

151,200 more seconds.

It's you, it's you.

He sings you're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

And the clock's ticking, the seconds flying by. But it still feels like it's gonna last so long, so forever. 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour and 60 second in a minute. 1,036,800 seconds in a day... Four and three-quarter more days till then. So that'll make it 4,924,800 more seconds.

The way you kiss me crazy. Baby, you're so amazing.

You're my hero.

He sings you caught me off guard, now I'm running and screaming.

Remember how we'd use to run like crazy around when we were really young kids? I do. Sometimes for no apparent reason at all. Especially on the MRT trains with my sister! Oh, was that fun! If you do that now, of course, people will stare and categorise you under mentally unstable.

Oh, but if it's you making me run this way, I'd go on forever.