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.