0ff The Hook.

In a state of Decay.

Second Place.

NO.

I WILL NOT GIVE IN.

STOP IT.

Nothing you could do would make me budge anymore.

Second place is not a prize.

Aplomb.

Dreams have a knack of playing with your mind.

Draped slivers coax a collective refrain festooned with dewdrops, each a respite in itse-.

Splash!

There.

Reality has poured cold water on you.

No.

My BFF Is Returning From Sydney! =)

Sal's wedding transpired a decade after college.
Here we were in the bridal room as she changed into her evening gown.

If you were to peer closely, you'd see an image in the mirror.

The reflection is that of G's. 

A dear friend since college, G is the editor of The Sydney M0rning Hera|d! 

"Can't wait to see you."

With that, she headed for the airport.

A string of text messages between us left me in tears.

The years have not negated the friendship that was forged in Secondary 3.

Sal was an Australian and had chosen the grounds of Anglic@n High and Tem@sek Junior College (intentional misnomers to prevent trolling) to harvest her education.

Her time in Singapore was short but boy, were we as thick as thieves.

Incredibly similar in our speech, mannerisms and inclinations, laughter permeated our unbridled adolescence.

Such were those halcyon days of our youth.

My Best Friend is returning from Sydney.

I've missed her terribly.

Her time here will once again be fleeting (3 days) but it will suffice.

Finally, Sal.

Can't wait to see you too. =)

The Self-fulfilling Prophecy.

It is futile to rage when the source of one's agony neither cares nor is aware of the inner turmoil.

Hence, one should oblierate this thorn and focus on the positive aspects in life.
"Faraway people can't hurt you because you can't feel it even if they do."
The very words that You'd uttered to comfort me are the ones that I abide by now.

How prophetic.

The Man. =)

I watch as he sleeps.

Each breath fills his chest and is expelled in a barely audible puff.

There is little need for the frivolous peacock dance.

He is not one to boast of his achievements and capabilities,

And is far superior than his exterior betrays.

Unlike my boisterous self, he is still and calm.

At work, million-dollar transactions are the norm for him.

He was asked to helm the headquarters in Beijing, but rejected it because of Me,

Because I said No.

Which man of his position and stature would do that?

Just a while ago, I learnt that he'd bravely skydived and performed hundreds of parachute drops during his commando days.

Yet, he shrugged it off as I gurgled in fascination. (W-O-W!)

Such is the cool disposition of The Man.

For the first time in a long, long while,

I am in awe of The Man.

I can see clearly now that the fog has dissipated.

To cherish and to hold,

Forever. =)

~Meow~

Not if, but when.

I'm so glad that I listened to my head,

Instead of my heart.

Dear You, why would I want to be Your dirty little secret,

When I can be His Princess?

I've never had to toss You behind the shadows, but You deemed it fit to conceal me.

You didn't want others to know of the times we'd spent together.

You didn't want it to be revealed.

Why would You need to do that if You have nothing to hide?

The answer is compelling.

I'd have appreciated it had You defined my role.

But you took flight, literally, after patronizing me not once, not twice, but thrice.

Dear You, I've spent 8 years on You.

I've shed more tears of agony than joy.

I've waited for the Dream that will never be.

It is time for me to wake up

And be His Princess in reality.

Pretty Lil Kitten is no more.

~ Meow ~

The Door of Opportunity.

This is why I watch shows like American Idol.

To watch those who are struggling finally find the door of opportunity.

For the poor and marginalised to have a chance at making it in life.

How lovely it is when you have no idea what he's warbling in Spanish but are touched by the warmth in his voice.

And his moment has arrived.

Devin Velez has made it to the Final Ten. =)

Of Intent & Purpose.

This is Me.

I will be Happy.

May God sprinkle His blessings of Love, Joy, Peace and Happiness upon me.

Go forth, Mich.

Amen! =)

Ardently So.

Determination mounts.

You'll see.

The Parting Injunction.

What happened to me earlier are matters of sadness and pain, albeit transient.

8 storage boxes remained unpacked despite having occupied the current abode for more than a year.

As I emptied the contents of one, memories in the form of trinkets and gifts were unearthed.

Inadvertently, I'd harvested the spoils of yesteryear.

Italy, Switzerland, Paris, Taiwan, Japan, Hong Kong, Bangkok, and their ilk poured their woes onto the cold marble floor -

Of raiment, souvenirs and conversation pieces that were purchased with You in mind as I trotted across the globe, but never quite made it to Your trove of possessions.

I betrayed little emotion, though my face might well have been grave from the unprecedented haul.

But I called up all my resolution, set my teeth, and shoved these away without further mishap.

Stupidity will not reign. =)

DeClutter.

Something to declutter the mind.

A piano and violin duet, Rain assuages afflictions of the stricken.

I'm in love with this piece! =)

[Aside : 'Declutter' is officially a verb. The grammar nazi in me would not have permitted the rearing of its head otherwise. Heh! ]

From Cradle to Grave.

Occasionally, the Internet conjures an eclectic mix of delights.

Are you nodding your head in congruence too? =)

Source : The P|an T0day
(Intentional misnomer to discourage trolling.)

Piece and Quiet.

When I picked up my phone, I'd wanted to conjure words of fancy to compensate for my silence.

Then I realised that these verbal spools permutated nothing but excuses.

I've been silent because I'm afraid of plying my wound with salt.

There is so much that I'd like to say and yet, these throng in multitudes only to cudgel and fall away at the tip of my tongue.

I'd very much like to be all cheery and drop a message in the likes of "Hey! Happy Birthday! Look at you! You're doing great! I'm so proud of you! See? I knew you'd take to life in California because you're You. You're amazing." But that would be a guise, a shroud if you will. It masks that which decimates within.

Above all, it reduces the jarring superfluous lingual notions to a singular, "Why?" before fractal shreds grapple to find their place.

So there lies my Silence.

It is not because that I do not care.
Conversely, it is precisely because I do, a tad overtly for my own good.

That which I cannot have, I should not seek.

And so, this Silence which I cling onto is my way of assuaging my grief.

Because I cannot bear to say Hello to you, knowing jolly well that Goodbye will rattle soon after.

After all this time, it has dawned upon me that the pursuit of Happyness is a vicious cycle.

All I want now is Peace,

While I pick up the pieces.

In Two Minds.

Do I have the courage to do it?

Would it be the Right choice?

Is there a hard and fast rule?
(That was pure rhetoric but the answer is 'No'.)

As I contemplate this issue, my conviction swells with each node.

If C could do it,

If S could do it,

Then, what's stopping me?