No me ames.

He sings no me ames, no me ames.

It's like struggling in deepwaters but not dying, kicking frantically, trying to keep your head above the water for as long as you can possibly stay alive without saving. It's like living without a sense of time, not knowing whether it's nearing night or not, walking around just watching the hours pass meaninglessly by.

But he holds her and cries no me dejes, no me dejes, no me escuches,si te digo "no me ames".

So, please don't take my sunshine away.

She said oh no, I've lost track of time.

I like plotting out the activities of my days. No, not the days to come but the days that have passed. I attempted plotting out all my days' activities of the past month and realised that my memory is detoriating. I forget things I never used to forget. I have days to fill in - 26th, 23th.

I'm thinking it's because the skies are too grey. Maybe, maybe...

My oasis.

The days have been crawling by.

You know how we are always told that when you're stranded in a desert without water, the only thing you can do is to walk for hours in search of an oasis? Do you ever wonder what it's like to walk for hours, or even days, living on that tiny bit of hope to find for an oasis you're not sure even exists?

Have you wondered how torturous it'd be to search for something that you can't really be sure exists but yet know that it's your only source of survival? If you were thrown into that situation, have you ever wondered if you'd carry on walking or just give up?

Till I see you again, I'll just have to keep on walking.

Sweet dreams.

He said hello.

We all have something to look forward to most of the time, every day. Some of us look forward to the final moment that we get to lay our heads on our pillows to get a good day's rest, some parents look forward to have their children greet them at the door. The things we look forward to can be so so simple, yet so special to us, you know?

I've found my own special something to look forward to of each end of the day.

This is how I do, when I think about you.

The sky is painted with pink clouds tonight.

As I look out of the window and at the blue-ish grey skies, I gaze at the beautiful pink clouds that litter the skyline. It looks like it's going to rain anytime soon. But these rain clouds, oh, they're really pretty. And then, I begin to wonder - if you're looking at the same clouds that I am, from where you are.

I'm missing you already.

No me dejes, no me dejes

He said that you only won't be there physically.

Have you ever woken from a dream so real that you could've mistaken it for a real happening? You could remember each word, and feel each touch as if it really did happen? And your loved ones, you could have believed they had been there, before you, beside you?

You'll always be in my dreams, in my life, in my heart. So why, do you worry so?

Little orange lightbulb.

She said that there's a long way more to go.

There's this little wall lamp on top of my sister's bed, in my room. It's been there for as long as I can remember, probably since I was born. It has a nice warm orange light, creates a really warm and comforting feel to my room. It's a dimmer so I can adjust the brightness of the light the same way I can adjust the volume of a speaker.

I was switching it on yesterday, by turning the notch clockwise. It'd click once to signify that it is switched on. The further I turn the brighter it is. While I was turning it, I started thinking back, and I realised - the bulb of the wall lamp had not blown once through the last 14 years.

Yes, it did flicker once or twice before but it never really blew. It's always been working fine, amazingly. Strangely. And I do use it at least 7 times a week, which means at least once a day. But it's fine, till now. After 14 whole years and more, it has not blown. Not even once.

Or maybe it has, it's just that I erased it from memory.