Birthdays, past and tomorrow

19th September, 2008. 

I wasn't sure what was going on, but my best friend wouldn't let me go home. She made me wait at Burger King for more than an hour, though I had no idea why.

When it was apparent that whatever it was wasn't gonna turn up, she brought me to the third floor, to More Than Words. I waited outside, staring at people in the distance, recognising a Hai Sing student as one of my primary school classmates.

My best friend exited the store and presented to me an envelope. I opened it to see her tiny handwriting on the front of a card; it was my birthday that day. "Happy 13th Birthday E'indah :D", it said. I nearly teared up.

I asked her what it was that she'd made me wait for, but she wouldn't answer. I tried not to be sad, but it was already eating away at me. We parted at the bus interchange, and I went straight home, trying not to cry the whole way.

As usual, nobody greeted me when I stepped into the house. It just hit my emotions a lot harder, and as stupid as it sounds, I lied down on one side of the bed and bawled my eyes out.

After an hour, I got a text from my mother, telling me to go down to where she was at. I refused, because I wasn't in the mood, but she scolded me to listen to her. So I did, as much as I didn't want to.

I found her at the community centre and greeted her with a scowl on my face. She told me to head on to the second floor, for unknown reasons, but I wasn't in the mood to wonder why so I just did as told.

The first thing I heard was my favourite song at that year playing. I went to the pillar in the middle to see a purple package with my name on it. I was a little confused until I saw two girls creeping up on me.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they exclaimed. I was still in a state of shock, but when I registered what just happened, the first thing I did was cry. They laughed at my silliness and commended, "Asal kau nangis!? Jangan kental ah!" I couldn't help smiling at that.

That day, I received tons of birthday wishes from my classmates in school and through texts. My first birthday of secondary school, and it was nothing but sweet.

19th September, 2010.

My 15th, my third birthday of secondary school. 3 of my friends had brought me out to eat Mad Jack, which I so happily devoured. In the middle of the meal, one of them asked the other in Chinese, "When do we give her?", probably talking about a present. I chuckled to myself because they didn't think I understood.

They brought me up to the 4th floor of the mall, where the photobooths were at. That was probably the last time I ever took photos there because the place shut down a few years later.

I was rained down upon with presents later. I still remember what they were up to this day; a handmade bracelet from Siying, a pair of headphones from Shushan, Sticky candy from Pearl.

We went to the park afterwards, with the intention to cycle. Because I didn't know how to, my best friend Siying spent her time teaching me. I was still a complete failure at the end of the day but she didn't stop trying.

The next day, 20th of September, I went to get Cinammon Melts after school with the Malay girls of the clique, Asleah, Farizah and Sabby. After plenty of chit-chat and laughter at McCafe, we went to get slurpees and walked over to the pond beside the mangrove.

We spent all our time taking photos, and after a while somebody got the crazy idea of a birthday bash for me. They eyed a row of water taps along a brick wall outside the toilet, and without warning, they filled their Slurpee cups with water and splashed the contents all over me.

I'd thrown away my cup so I didn't have anything to defend myself with. Water was thrown all over me and I was laughing away with them but it was so, so cold!!! I tried to run but my stamina wouldn't help me, til eventually I just let myself get destroyed.

I was soaked by the time the sun was setting, drenched and shivering, but it was the best birthday ever. A birthday that had spread over 2 days with all the important girls of my life.

19th September, 2012. 

I was dreading this day. My 17th. My parents and I hadn't been on good terms for a while, and I knew they were too egoistic to put that aside to spend time with me. Also, I'd left my best friends earlier that year about 6 months before, a fall-out which I didn't put my own ego aside for.

It was my first ever birthday alone, and I allowed it to be spent with someone who was using me. A day that should have been happiness and gifts ended up in the spill of tears and first blood.

Later on in the afternoon, someone came knocking on my door. It was Sabrina and Shushan, probably the nicest and the most forgiving in the clique. Despite how shitty I'd been toward all of them, they took effort to come over and bring me out.

I cried seeing them there on my doorstep, I cried reading the long birthday card from Sabrina. She was never emotional, never one to speak her mind, but she spilled her heart out to me in her letter.

How I'd appreciated it, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was too late.

That was when I declared my hatred for birthdays. I promised myself never to utter the words "happy birthday" to anyone ever again, because those words when said to me never made me feel any better.

19th of September, 2013. 

A year since I last spoke with my parents, of course they wouldn't wish me, much less take me out. I rarely went out with my aunt too, so I didn't mind that she couldn't bring me out.

At this point I'd patched up with the girls from secondary school, but they were all too busy with their own things, of course. Everyone worked, or had assignments, or projects. I understood, and I really wasn't expecting anything from anyone, so it was okay.

The wind called me to wish me, but when he said he couldn't come to Singapore to bring me out, a part of my heart broke. I told him it was okay, because it really was.

I had nothing to do, and my grandmother kept making comments about how birthday girl was spending her day alone and at home, so I went to blog. I blogged about the exact reasons why I hated birthdays, right out from my 17th and from my heart.

The wind read everything and he ended up getting angry at me, because "You just had to make me feel more guilty." We got into an argument just minutes before my birthday ended.

18th of September, 2014. 

So here I sit, staring at the clock, daring it to turn midnight. I can't remember the last time I wished someone 'happy birthday'. Maybe I improved from it a little, because I did acknowledge some birthdays, like how I'd gone out with Mom on hers and sang "22" for Zye on his twenty-second.

But I told myself I don't want to accept anymore acknowledgement for my own. I've told maybe just one or two new friends about my birthday, most of whom have left my life and probably wouldn't give a shit tomorrow.

Even most of my Heroines don't know when my birthday is. I've seen how chaotic it gets when another member has their birthday. Wishes and surprises. It's scary; even scarier if they do know my birthday but not care about it. One of the reasons I dread my own birthday.

I don't know if I have the balls to face tomorrow. I don't know if it's time for me to cherish my birthday again. I don't know if I should tell Heroine that I'm turning 19 tomorrow, if I should take that one step towards having a normal relationship with birthdays again.

It's so scary, it really is. Nobody would understand this weird feeling I have for birthdays, and that saddens me. I'm too scared to acknowledge my 19th, my 20th, my 21st... I'm too scared to risk cherishing it when I'm not even sure if others would.

Hurricane Aamir

In this quite confusing post, I am retelling the tale of the wind that swept me off my feet. I've copied and pasted my past posts and poems, retelling a story through them. This is a closure to my path with someone I was with for a year, who took me for a ride again and again. 

If it gets confusing:

italics are text from a past blog post, written at the time it happened. 

Courier are text in the perspective of the wind.

Bold are taken from poems I'd written to briefly describe my feelings. 

normal are text I am writing right now, in telling the story.

I'm trying my best to tell this story without much new content, because I'm quite sick and tired of writing about the same asshole again and again. This is a closure, to remind myself and show others how cruel this innocent face really is. Or you can go this link for more shit [posts labelled 'Aamir]

Also, this post is fucked up because it's shit from my head. That's always fucked up, but I'm just too pissed off at his cruelty and my stupidity. 

Four, crooked teeth, lines above the smile;

Held hands and fought for love far longer than a while.

Convinced and believed, worked hard for forevermore;

Until the day "I just don't love you anymore."

January, 2014. 

Two days after our first year together, he said we were meeting for the last time. I did not get what that meant, but I had hoped I could make him change his mind. I tried to write a letter, but I had lost that skill. My handwriting was in shambles, and I did not know what I was saying so I tossed it aside.

You weren't missing her as much as you used to;

The flame that was burning for her had turned blue.

She wasn't moving you the way she was before;

You just didn't love her anymore.

I went up to him with a frown on his face. I did not deserve that. He brought me somewhere we could talk, and once we were seated I just lashed out whatever was on my mind. 

You woke up the next morning without her in your head;

No recollection of all the things she had said.

Forgotten the things she had done for you;

Forgotten the days she had planned for two.

And I still did not understand when he just said he had "lost his feelings" for me. I thought I did my best to make him happy and listen to him and to not pull him further from God anymore. I thought I gave him space and checked on him sometimes and not be a bitch when he made me upset, I thought I did everything I could, why would he suddenly say that?

It was all I could do to persuade him I'll try harder, harder than I ever had if he weren't pleased with my efforts. I was trying not to cry but that was an absolute failure, like my persuasions were.

A veil across your eyes to her good side;

Yet convinced it was all along that you'd been blind.

Two arms wrapped around yours, tears down your uniform;

No guilt in you, walked away from your own storm.

I hated how he got up when I wasn't finished talking. I'm not sure when, but at one point when he told me to accept his decision, it was all I could do not to wail. I interlocked his arm with both of mine and kept wailing, "Don't leave, just stay."

He shrugged me off coldly and walked away. I never saw him again.

____

It was hard letting go but I did it.
I went back to my family at Pasir Ris, I made new friends, I went back to writing. Things I never had when I was with him.

The last time I had a bad break-up, it wasn't that easy. I told myself Wow, I'm pretty strong for a one-year relationship with a boy I'd adored.

It was all so peaceful for the next 6 months, until that day in July.

July, 2014. 

What if you woke up to remember why you loved her;

Would she again become part of your desire?

Would you walk with her again no matter how your legs tire;

Would you ignite again, that fire?

Today, you continue missing her. You find yourself still thinking of her, missing her, six months after you abandoned her. A part of you regret the decision of going back to the life before her, and yet you know you need to have this new start.

Would it be shrugged off as just another regret;

Would she be no more than just a girl you met?

Would it sadden you to realise what you've lost;

Or would it no longer dare be again in your thoughts?

You meet her again after half a year; there she is, as usual, waiting patiently for you to come home.

She stares at you in awe as you approach her, that longing in you to sweep her off her feet like you used to everyday. You embrace her, and she allows it, and she looks up at you with those hopeful eyes. She doesn't look one bit mad at you for abandoning her; she looks like all she cares about is the fact that she's right there in your arms.

He told me "I freaking miss you", his exact words I promise, and we met the next day. Broke fast together, caught up on each other's lives. He told me he found it difficult to move on from me, unlike the past crushes he'd had. Convincingly asked me "Do you think we're made for each other?"

He told me a lot of things which I believed, and when he asked if I would like to start over again with him, I said yes. 

A second chance, Four times two makes Eight;

His love never forgotten, he thinks we're joined by fate.

____

Two steps into a new beginning, he decides he isn't ready;

I hide my upset, understand and accept whatever his need.

Two days after he came back, he told me he wasn't ready, that he wanted to be just friends. To be lifted up like that only to be let down again, of course I was saddened. I thought it was cruel, but I told myself it's okay. I have to understand it's what he needed.

We continued talking after that and we even met a few times, just as friends. I mingled around and I met someone I really liked who was Ghost-Type, but was not as familiar with as I was with the wind. I didn't give the Ghost a chance at this point.

Two weeks later the wind asked me once more, if I would like to be his girlfriend... again.

Raising my arms and letting my feet go light;

Closing my eyes shut despite my fear of the night.

Having faith in the breeze running through my hair;

Allowing it to lift me and take me anywhere.

I was scared that he'd hurt me again, but I was always brave enough to try again.
I said yes, I would.
I had to reject the Ghost and the block of Ice, both of whom would never hurt me like how the wind had done, twice.

Hanging in the eagle's arms, hands around its neck;

Not an inch afraid, believing it's got my back.

Hair over its shoulders as I'm brought across the skyline;

The pair of wings on its back is as good as mine.

I thought I was a brave person. This boy had hurt me two times, and yet I still had faith in him to carry me once more. I believed with all my heart and soul he would never let me down again. I even promised his best friend I'd make sure he would never lose interest in me again.

Taking me away to places new and old;

Faith to protect me from the fall or cold.

Caught up in the euphoria and in your laughter;

Forgetting the possibility of what would come after.

Because we were together for a year, we were familiar with each other. I was familiar with him. Deep inside I was grateful I didn't have to start over again with someone else, that I was starting over with someone who already knew me. And I trusted him with my life.

The wind turns into ice sliding down my spine;

Shards of cruelty stabbing into the heart that's mine.

The arms around me quickly releasing their hold;

I didn't know the flames of Hell could be so cold.

I was wrong.
I was not brave, I was stupid.

He let go of me again, told me he didn't want me after all. That he didn't know what he was doing when he asked for me back. He even mentioned he liked someone else, and that that person liked him back too, and that's why he was thinking twice about getting back with me again.

He dropped me for the third time in a year, second time in a month. How cruel.

Broken legs and a twisted neck as I hit the ground;

Continuously admiring you in flight, withholding all sound.

I told him it was okay, and I continuously told myself it was okay, even though I was having so much difficulty holding in the tears. There he was, free and probably happy while God I thought I was gonna die.

All I'd done for him and all the faith I had in him and all the chances I gave him; I gave him all I had and even that wasn't enough for him.

Puddle of blood the only reminder I was once alive;

A raging fire, once in control over this knife.

Watching your wings being your strength to be gone;

Your happiness and freedom being the last I set eyes on.

The last time I talked to him was when he confided in me about the girl he likes. He was mindlessly going on about someone else the way I would have talked about him. God it hurt so bad but I just listened. Not for long though because I cracked a while after.

He said "I promise I will never hurt any girl anymore like how I hurt you," and was insulted when I pointed out the fact that he never keeps his promises.

God I had to hurt so many good guys because I stupidly chose this asshole.

It was the last time I talked to him, and it was when I learnt to close the windows so the wind can never come in again. The wind just wants a room to hide in, to protect himself from himself, that he doesn't care whose house it is as long as he's away from the outside world.

Don't go knocking on people's windows if all you want to do is make a mess of everything and leave again. Think twice before you decide to come back or do anything at all.

P.s. I'm not doing a check on this post like I do with the others, so if you think it's crappy and messy I don't fucking care.

Wind of voices

The first thing I see are my black jeans. My black shirt. My black sneakers. I hold up my hands. They are dirty. I don't need a mirror to guess that my face is probably just as soiled.

Something about ferns... They are everywhere. I see a few HDB blocks but even those are not as many as the fern trees. They are growing everywhere, I could die strangled by their leaves.

I see a family pass me by, looking at one another like they were the most wonderful things each has ever seen. They look happy to be together; they don't even realise I'm standing there and practically walk right through me.

One of the daughters picks up a fern leaf, spins around while letting it go. I watch the fern float higher and higher until it is gone into the clouds.

When I look back down from the sky, I see a boy staring at me. He grins and runs off, and I find myself chasing after him. I've never seen him before, yet he has the aura of something familiar, as if I've been intimate with him in my past life.

I lose him for a moment, fern trees breathing down my neck and pulling my ankles wherever I go. I stand on a lift lobby, very sure I've lost him, when there he is in the distance.

He holds another girl in his arms, she with her long wavy dark hair. They stand in a space that is surrounded by the playground, embracing each other. Occasionally he looks over her shoulder and gives a secret smile at me.

My stomach wants to lurch and my throat wants to throw itself out my mouth. People are gathered around them, filling up the playground and watching and cooing at them, I believe admiring how cute they are together.

I see his eyes on me still, how longingly they look at me. I almost see him reaching his hand out to me, but I turn away when I notice how she looks completely in love with him.

I can't ruin that, can't ruin the show that everyone is enjoying.

I hide at the back of the playground, making sure I don't see them anymore. I sit in the shadows of the audience, sobbing until a soldier comes over to me. A soldier, with a patch over his left eye and a wooden leg. He looks like a pirate in these parts, yet I identify him as a soldier because the rest of him looks that way.

He has a huge gun slung over his chest, while he holds a chain whip. He tells me not to cry, comparing my heartbreak to his past. He tells me he's lost an eye and a leg in the war, and yet he never cries.

"That's your story, this is my story, and I want to cry as and when I feel sad. I don't care about your past!" I argue. He continues demanding I stop crying, that I just suck it up unless I lose a leg and an eye myself, then I can cry. The bastard!

I glare at him, and that is when he whips me with his chain. I don't see it coming, and even if I did, he moves fast. It tears through my jeans and even my skin; I catch a glimpse of my bone through the hole his chain has made. My bone looks burnt, as if the chain is made of fire.

He tells me to stop crying, while he holds his chain up, ready for another beating. I turn to run instead, into the lift I was standing by earlier. A silhouette that resembles the Grim Reaper is the last thing I see before the doors close on me.

As the lift takes me up to the highest floor, I drop to my knees and bury my face in my hands. The whispering in my ears grow more and more intense the higher I go.

The door finally opens after what seems like forever; in front of me is nothing but a straight lane. Neither doors nor windows decorate its dirty walls. I don't see where it ends.

I begin walking to the end, and that is when the whispers become shouts. I can't make out what they're saying, but the voices act like wind blowing against me. The louder they get, the harder it gets for me to walk forward. My injured leg doesn't help.

My desire to jump to my death is what keeps me alive, to the extent that my walks become crawls. I try to get up, but I hear the crack of a bone. I look down and watch in horror as the bottom of my leg breaks away from my thigh. I fall on the remaining of my leg, and watch the rest fly back to where I came from.

I make out a little of what some of the voices are saying: I hear "red and blue", "Fernvale", "die with a Ghost". I hear the name of the boy, and the girl he was hugging. It's almost too much for me to bear.

I think I almost reach the end, and the voices become sharp as knives, cutting into every part of my face. The Grim Reaper stands before me; he lifts his cloak to reveal the soldier from before.

I can't run anymore. I let his chain cut through my every bone, as he whips at me again and again. It is made of fire, it burns me yet it doesn't hurt me. In fact, I seem to enjoy the heat. It's solace compared to the cold of the voices and the wind.

He cuts me into pieces, each part of my body flying off to where the lift door stands. He cuts off my ears and finally I hear nothing but silence, as my head lifts from the ground and floats back to wherever the wind of the voices takes me.

I am finally in oblivion.

It is my last thought before I wake up from the nightmare.

Close the windows

The window at my feet.

The window at my feet. 

Cold cement below the surface of my thin mattress.

A warm bed with pillows all around.

A few books at my feet, arranged neatly in boxes.

Dozens of books at the front of the room, arranged neatly on all five shelves. 

A text from the wind.

A text from a ghost. 

The sound of jingling bells.

The sound of someone gaming. 

I pick up my cat and cradle her in my arms.

I pull my brother's hair and make some joke about him. 

I stay in bed, stare at the ceiling and think about the bad dreams I had.

I get up, stare out the window and think about what I should do that evening.

The house is cramped, filled from the floor to the ceiling with unnecessary things.

The house is spacious, an executive flat, kept spick and span. 

I don't have to worry about breakfast because my grandmother always makes me something without fail.

Mom's at work, I have to get my own breakfast as well as my brother's.

I am pressured to do my best, especially in my studies.

I am left to tend to my own life. I'm not sure if my parents know how much difficulty I'm having in my studies. 

I am not alone but I am angry.

I am strong but I am lonely.

I have what I need but not what I want.

I have what I want but not what I need. 

Too much mess that I try to deal with.

Too much mess that I have to simply sweep under the carpets. 

The wind blows through my hair, comforting me when it gets too hot.

The wind forces its way in and messes everything up, forcing me to fly with it. 

The wind is a gentle breeze that I need.

The wind is a tornado ripping through my life, destroying everything.

I close the windows so the wind doesn't leave.

I close the windows so the wind doesn't come in ever again.

I am happy being here with my new family. I never want to return to Pasir Ris.

I miss my old family. I want to return to Paya Lebar.

I am home. This will be my home forever.

I am home. But I want to go back to my real home.

Home is where you choose to be,

not where you came from. 

Where you were saved,

not where you were born.

Why I can't and won't repent

So a while ago I told myself I would start to acknowledge my own religion.

After about a month or so thinking about it and going through more bullshits of life, I've come to the decision that I shouldn't, and I won't. I did try, but I realised it isn't my fate to love Him.

It'd have been easier if I started from young, but I didn't. I read about my religion a lot last year, but it didn't interest me like it should. I find myself more interested in things that clash with my religion instead.

To me, religion tears people apart, from themselves and from each other. I see many people from mine making it out like they're higher and mightier than others just because they believe. They go on hindering others for one sin, when they're committing a different sin themselves.

It's not just sin it's behaviour too, and most people who keep boasting about their beliefs are no better than those who openly don't follow the rules. Feels like religion is making people look down on those different from them. Brings more war than peace.

I feel like atheists (or people who aren't that iffy about religion) are nicer people in general. I've read stories about these people, and met quite a few, and they don't look down on those who heavily believe in religion, although you see them being judged a lot themselves.

Part of me never believed in my own God. Sure, I believed in His existence but I never once believed he had the power that everyone says He has.

I'm not convinced when people say He has something better planned for you; if you died before you got that something, then everyone just dismisses it as 'God loves him more'.

I heard that suicide is a sin in my religion, and I also heard that God planned our death before we were even born. So if someone died of suicide, isn't it what He wanted? Is the person still gonna be punished for that sin? Because if he is, that's pretty unfair.

There's also the Jodoh thing. It's pretty cruel how He makes two people fall in love and give their everything to each other, only to rip them up apart just because He doesn't want them together for life. People can say "He knows what's best for us" but I don't think anyone would be happy if that happens to them.

If God really loves us, why doesn't He just accept the way we are? Even if we sin a lot, even if we're tattooed, even if we're gay? No? I question too many things about Him that we should just accept. Idk.

I've had many questions about these, and many other things about this matter but nobody ever had an answer for me, even when they're religiously inclined. So many gaps in this religion that I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't so curious.

Just my own opinion, that's why I don't find myself suited to be a Muslim.

It was always what the wind wanted for me, that's why I tried so hard. It was always for him. Thinking about it, he probably further deterred me from wanting to repent and shit, comparing the way he looks differently at those who aren't as religious as him. Ugh nevermind let's not.

Now I've thought about it hard, and if I chose what I want, I choose not wanting to hug my own religion after all. I'm just not interested, I don't find most of the religion's aspects logical, and I simply like to consume/do many things that are forbidden.

A day at the hospital

I woke up and we were already rushing to the hospital. I thought it was a dream, because I remember getting into a car accident. But I wasn't the problem; it was my mom.

When I saw her the first thing she said, with just a tinge of misery, was "I had a great fall." I couldn't help but think of Humpty Dumpty when she said that. Dad has always been making fun of Mom that way. I almost took it as a joke.

Apparently Mom had fallen at work, on the luggage conveyor belt at her workplace. I overheard her talking on the phone with her colleague about the way she fell, and I stifled a giggle when I imagined it.

So while Mom was being treated and all, I just went and have a normal day at the hospital.

At first I just sat reading the book I'd brought, Fangirl. It's about a girl who goes into college and realises that she can't be stuck in her past 18 years. The things that happen to her slowly forces her to grow up and leave all her familiarity behind.

The main character is annoying sometimes but I found myself being able to relate to all her bullshit.

I went on reading until my little brother showed up and told me he was hungry. I didn't realise I was too, so we went off to get stuff to eat.

We came across a vending machine that dispensed 'fresh hot sandwiches', but we didn't have enough coins for it. So we walked on to the 7-11 where I got myself a big fat nice hot chicken pau and icy cold milk tea. We used the change for the sandwich vending machine.

After slotting in our coins, the machine flashed WAIT 190 SECONDS, the 190 decreasing to 0 by the second as a countdown. When it got to 0, bam, a wrapped sandwich appeared in the little window. We sat outside the A&E, eating all our hot food and talking about bullshit like we always do.

I brought sushi after that, and then we came across a pond with dozens of huge fish. They were the same kind of fish as the ones at Downtown East, yet we still found ourselves being excited about them.

You could donate 2 bucks in exchange for fish food, so we did that and spent the next 15 minutes or so throwing these bits into the pond. They smelled like the cuttlefish snack that comes in string, so we thought those damn fish were cannibals.

You should have seen how excited the fish were when we threw the food in! They were almost fighting to get one. The big dark fish were on one side while the bright sparkly white koi were on the other. We thought they were racist too.

Who knew that fish could be so weird too?

There was one that didn't move from the bubbles coming from the purifier thing or whatever it was. It just stayed there among the bubbles, like it was its personal Jacuzzi. It didn't leave its spot, not even for the food.

There was one that kept swimming on its side, and we noticed that it hadn't gotten any food. We tried to get it to eat, but it was never fast enough to snag a bite.

There were also the suckerfish that mostly stuck to the floor and walls of the pond, and when we saw one coming up to the surface, we rushed to feed it. It came up, slowly, and then SPLASH it jumped to bite the food fiercely, shocking the shit out of my brother and I!

The koi were rabbling on about something, their mouths opening and closing non-stop. We looked at one and mimicked its mouth movements, saying rabble? rabble rabble? over and over. I imagined looking at us through the koi's perspective. Who knew if they were saying something intelligent and calling us humans dumb morons for our constant rabbling???

All in all, the hospital is a really cool place. I got sad looking at the patients and all, but I tried my damndest trying not to imagine their life stories. It's a habit I need to stop because it always makes me emotional on the inside.

A flame and a ghost

I went on a date today ^_^ It's been eons since I last went on one. Get ready for yet another post about nothing more than the day I had.

We both turn up in navy blue shirts, blaming the other for being a copycat. We give each other a hello hug, and he kiss the top of my head like he always does. We aren't together but we sure act like we are. "Just make it official already!", as my friend said.

I tell him he can bring me anywhere today, that I don't care where we go as long as I'm with him. I don't mean to sound cheesy but that's the honest truth!

Before we set off anywhere, I tell him I need to get my chewy cookies. Chewy cookies are a luxury to me, especially those M&M ones from Cookies For Sid. The first and last time I got them was back in last year with my cousin, because I always missed the shop somehow whenever I passed it by. This time, no way!

He brings me to Esplanade, and I tell him some of the stories of my memories there. The sun is still high in the sky so not many people were outside, but I like having the sun in my face. so I drag him to sit by the river.

We sit there for quite a while, me just soaking in the warmth of the sun and his presence, and taking panorama pictures of the city skyline.

After a line of conversation we make our way to Gardens by the Bay, cutting through Marina Square as a shortcut. Idiot can't remember where the shortcut exit is, so we end up walking in circles around the mall.

I tell him more stories, memories of my prom shopping with the girls, episodes of South Park which I'm reminded of.

It's a sign that I'm getting more comfortable with him, to be telling him things which he wouldn't give a shit about, and that he's comfortable with me too, to not be hiding the fact that he really doesn't give a shit xD

About 45 minutes later we finally find the exit by the cinema, where I give him a thousand applauds for being such a genius.

We get to the bridge with the weird twists and turns at the top, overlooking the city skyline and the river. I tell him what is it about water that's so scary to me; how water looks calm on the surface but runs deeper than that, with the ability to pull you in, close in on you, taking up your personal space and even robbing you of your breath. He agrees that the ocean and its secrets are not a pleasant place.

Our hands interlocked with each other's, we head to the rooftop of the Marina Bay Sands mall, where I take more pictures of the scenery. The roads are so beautiful from up high, the way they snake around above the water.

We walk side by side on the differently-leveled boards, holding each other's hand as a way of balance. I tell him I am his shadow, a side character from a video game, following him wherever he goes. "You jump, I jump!"

After taking a dozen pictures on the rooftop, we head on down towards Gardens by the Bay, cutting through Marina Bay Sands on a bridge.

My breath is taken away at the moment we exit the hotel. There's a bit of everything; roads on either side of me, trees and flowers ahead of me, a reservoir in the distance, birds and dragonflies flying past me, the wind blowing through my hair.

It's my first time walking through Gardens by the Bay. I've always wanted to come here, and ever since I discovered I'm a Fire Type, I've been more scared, as silly as it sounds. But I need not be afraid, for the place is more powerful than I am. More stunning. I'm small compared to it.

We walk through the park, just holding hands and talking about the randomest things. The both of us share a common hatred for people, but despite the crowds, we don't care about anyone else but each other.

We make it to Marina Barrage, where we stand overlooking the bridge that separates the reservoir and sea. He brings me into a gallery that tells and shows everything about the place. How it was formed, how it works, and other historical and geographical facts.

I can't deny that it interests me, to know how water is managed here. In a way, it's knowing my fear and enemy. In fact, we've been hanging around water a lot today; almost like I'm getting along with it :3

I tell him more memories of my secondary school girlfriends as we walk through the rooftop of Marina Barrage; how I miss them so. We sit down on the grass, looking at Marina Bay Sands in the distance, talking about girls and guys.

He tells me this is the first real date he's ever been on. A date where he just walks around in her presence, just talking and knowing her better. I tell him it's the first time I've been on a date in the city, about how my previous lover never wanted to bring me further than his own convenience.

Our eyes find each other in the dark of the night, and he smiles at me.

He tells me the sun may be gone now, but I can still be his flame and his light.

I like the way he caresses my face with the back of his hand. I go very still, careful not to shock him into moving his hand away from me.

We get up when we realise it's getting late; he takes my hand and I attempt to twirl myself around under his arm. My bag accidentally hits him instead, and I end up laughing while he clutches his stomach in pain xD

"I think we look so cute together." he sheepishly says at one point. I think we are too ^_^

After an entire day together, we grow more familiar with each other. On our way to the MRT station, we try our damndest to trip each other but to no avail. Up to the point where he suspiciously looks at me and I walk as far as I can away from him even with our hands locked together. We look so silly but at that point neither of us really cares about people anymore.

Because he resides in the West and I'm from the East side myself, we part right at City Hall. We give a goodbye hug, his lips landing on the top of my head. He strokes my face one more time, eyes locked in mine, before saying a final farewell.

"See you on Wednesday," being our promise of meeting again.

Oblivion

I'm just gonna get straight to the point.

I've been feeling suicidal lately. I've been wanting to just die. This feeling has never felt so great before. It's been here for a week and it isn't going away.

While most of the time in the past I wanted to die only because I wanted people to start appreciating me, right now all I want is to leave everything behind. I really don't care who mourns and who doesn't.

I just want to abandon the world, my emotions, and whatever little responsibilities that I have.

I want to let the world rot without me watching.
I want to leave my sadness and anger and even happiness behind.
I want to stop feeling pressured by the future whenever I do something.

Right now I feel like whatever I do either (1) does nothing and has no point, or (2) will make a drastic effect on my future.

Whatever I put all my heart and soul into gets me nowhere, and whatever I carelessly do will affect my entire life. It's so tiring. I just want to stop whatever.

I want to stop thinking of my lack of money,
I want to stop thinking of my non-existent ties with religion,
I want to stop thinking of how I've been neglecting my studies,
I want to stop thinking of how I keep draining my parents' money and energy.

I should and I can do something about the above, but right now I just don't want to. I just want to leave those sources of pressure behind. Like I just want to cut of all ties with them, and even though "the only way out is through", right now I only see one route: death.

At the moment I'm not that sad or angry at anything, I'm just tired at all these thoughts. Tired of the effects of whatever I'm doing and not doing.

Seems silly to be exhausted about all these little shit when I'm not even 20 yet, but yeah. I guess I'm giving up.

Like how Kenny from The Walking Dead said he felt peaceful when he was about to die; that's exactly how I want to feel. Peaceful, to be taken away from all this mess, instead of being awake every morning and having to fight this shit everyday.

I'm not gonna attempt anything, don't worry. I just wish I could be taken away to oblivion, just floating around in space and time, taken away by neither floods nor wind. Nothing to care about.

Death by roots

A boy and a girl. About my age. Each on either side of me, frowns on their faces and arms wrapped around themselves.

The country was in ruins. The world as we knew it, gone. People couldn't be trusted. I'm not sure they were even people anymore; everyone was empty, vacant, haunted by something that couldn't be exorcised.

The ghosts came after us as much as the 'people' did. We were running every minute, trying our damndest to escape the monstrosities all around us.

We ran and we ran, but we couldn't escape.

I was holding her hand, running as fast as we could, when a voice above us hollered; "You can't get too far away from each other, or the one left behind gets turned to dust!"

We looked back to see our other companion fade to dust as promised; his clothes fell to the ground, and as we looked back in horror, a tree grew in his place. Roots crawled all around, branches and twigs grabbed at his clothes and kept them bound to the stone where he fell.

____

We were being taught how to bury the dead. A man stood in front of us, filling in a hole with dirt, telling us to be careful with our movements. 

He came over to me and with a piercing glare, asked if I had someone I needed to bury. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about, but he didn't keep his eyes off me. 

I went over to one of the tombstones in the cemetery we were at, looked at the poem written on it. The man came over again, said; "You have to bury him despite his state as dust, because his roots need to grow underneath where they belong."

He stabbed the point of his sword onto a metal that lies on top of the grave; a piece of metal that beeped red as soon as he did that. A bomb that was going off, threatening to blow the bodies beneath the soil to bits; and me too, if I stayed.

____

I hadn't had time to run. 

I was flying once again, only in a broken state. My neck was still twisted, my legs were still broken. My hair still flowed gently with the breeze.

No sound could be heard except the whispering of the wind in my ears. Maybe I'd gone deaf from the explosion at the graveyard. 

One thing's for sure, I was at peace as the wind carried me. I didn't trust that it'd bring me somewhere safe but I savoured the moment of being in its arms. 

A tree had grown to the height where the wind took me. It would have been beautiful if it wasn't for its fast growing rate; it was shooting into the sky faster than a bullet. Faster than me.

Among the evergrowing bark of the tree, I caught a glimpse of a face inside it. A torso lied in the middle of it, branches growing where its limbs would have been, where its head would have been. 

A voice said to me, like a narrator from a movie or a book: "And finally, she managed to catch the most beautiful sight in all of history; her soulmate growing in his element, becoming one with the trees and keeping in touch with his roots."

I realised that if we died intertwined with our Types, an explosion would be one way. I just had to wait for the fire to take me from the inside like how the trees had done with my soulmate; wait for the flame to eat me, lick my entirety and continue burning from my charred skin. 

____

I woke up with a fever. 

These 3 dreams convinced me that my soulmate is Grass-Type or dead or both. 

Been a while since I updated about my dreams. I wish I could understand them better instead of declaring war back on them. 

Dropped

Raising my arms and letting my feet go light;
Closing my eyes shut despite my fear of the night.
Having faith in the breeze running through my hair;
Allowing it to lift me and take me anywhere.

Hanging in the eagle's arms, hands around its neck;
Not an inch afraid, believing it's got my back.
Hair over its shoulders as I'm brought across the skyline;
The pair of wings on its back is as good as mine.

Taking me away to places new and old;
Faith to protect me from the fall or cold.
Caught up in the euphoria and in your laughter;
Forgetting the possibility of what would come after.

The wind turns into ice sliding down my spine;
Shards of cruelty stabbing into the heart that's mine.
The arms around me quickly releasing their hold;
I didn't know the flames of Hell could be so cold.

Broken legs and a twisted neck as I hit the ground;
Continuously admiring you in flight, withholding all sound.
Puddle of blood the only reminder I was once alive;
A raging fire, once in control over this knife.
Watching your wings being your strength to be gone;
Your happiness and freedom being the last I set eyes on.

____

I believed in the wind.
I was scared it'd let me go again like it did, but I dismissed the thought.
I wanted to believe in it more than fear it.

I was brave enough to let it take me, yet I'm too weak to handle being dropped.
I'm that stupid.

But it's okay. As long as the little birdie goes on being free, letting its wings take it wherever it wants.
Seeing a bird fly free is always a beautiful sight, and same goes for you.
Letting you go for the third time.

I thought you'd stay this time.
I finally realised I needed you like how a fire needs the wind to keep it under control.
But.
A fire can't embrace a bird.
And I'd want you to fly free and choose who to love instead of having your wings charred by my flames.

It's really okay.

The world through my eyes

I wonder how life was like before life.

How I was formed in my mother. How tiny I was. How fragile I was; how my parents took special care of me before I was born, how my big brother might have loved me before he even saw me.

I wonder how my family was like, while I was forming inside of her. How my grandmother and father and big brother might have put their ears to her stomach, trying to listen to my voice. Have they ever promised themselves to continue listening to me, even after I was born?

What was it like to learn how to walk? How to talk? My whole life I was on my feet, I've forgotten how it must have been like to struggle on limbs of my own. How it must have been like to use my vocal chords for the first time.

Everything I did back then must have cost a lot of pain. Whatever I was doing or feeling for the first time; it must have been unusual to a fragile being like I was. Maybe that's why I kept crying.

How did my mother ever teach me the things I know today? What was it like to have no idea what a colour is? Who taught me that the sky would always be blue?

It's strange to imagine life in a different way. To imagine myself not knowing the things I know now; not doing the things I do now; not loving the things I love now.

Bliss without pain is a book without stories; a world where you don't cry or feel hurt sounds appealing, but can you imagine not knowing what pain is?

Maybe nobody taught me anything that I know now. Maybe all they did was show me the world, and from there I took my own steps. From there, I took liking in my own favourite things and decided what was beautiful and what was not.

Imagine a place where people told you what to love.
Maybe you are living in there right now.

Maybe I am considered lucky to love things that others don't.
Because it's a reminder that I grew up seeing the world through my own eyes, and not through others'.

A person can truly be called an inspiration if she makes others want to see the world through her eyes.
I want to be one, to make people want to imagine the world I see it. But I also want everyone to learn to see things their own way.

I wish I could be a warm flame to the people I love, and also a spreading wildfire to everyone else, to ignite the spark to discover things their own way.

A new beginning

No more drowning, but a spirit is still latched on my back. 

Petals still linger, but a new seed has been planted. 

No more gentle breeze. I am gone with the wind. 

I am high in the sky along with the eagle, arms wrapped around his neck as he brings me to places old and new. I've held onto this pair of wings before, yet it all seems like a new world. 

Half a year was enough to change someone. But right now, I am the only one who is changed. I wish I had brought him along during that period, but it was he who had left. Now, he is the one lingering behind.

I have to adapt to the change of having many people at once; when I was with him before, I didn't have friends of my own, and I didn't have my parents. Right now, just as I was adapting to having both of those, I have to live with him too. 

Don't get me wrong; I'm more than happy to have this wind in my hair again. It's just difficult to adjust to this lifestyle, of being wanted by many loved ones at the same time. 

I'm proud of myself for not being clingy anymore, for having friends of my own and not forcing you to meet me everyday, but I am sorry if I am negligent. 

I'm taking your hand and allowing you to bring me where you want to, but remember that you are not only bringing me, but my friends and parents too. 

I hope you can adjust to the changes I've made within myself the period you were gone. 

I didn't mean to change; if I'd known you wanted to come back, I would have stayed where I was. 

Now, you have catching up to do. And I'm sorry for that. 

I am willing to fly with your wind even though I'd drop dead to the floor if you decide to let go of me again.

I am willing to plant a new seed, right next to the flower where you used to live with.

I am brave enough to try again. 

I hope it goes well this time. I hope I do not burn you or tire you out, and just keep you warm instead. I'm a little scared, but I'd do anything to keep this fire burning. 

An old flame, a new beginning. 

Two valuable hearts

I was once again unexpectedly the right person. I was somebody's light at the end of the tunnel, the source of happiness without even knowing it.

Once again, it was all wrong, because there is already a girl whom he belongs to.
I am always coming at the wrong time. Or maybe it's just fate placing me where it wants so I can be swept by the wind no matter what.

Then it makes fate cruel. To let two people cross paths, lock eyes and fall in love, only to tear them apart, like tangent lines who meet once and then parted forever.

I did not want the block of Ice to catch a cold from the thoughts in his own head; melted him into water so he could be needed by everyone and flow anywhere he wants without difficulty. Had the potential to destroy me with one wave, but he didn't. Helped me realise that the ocean and its secrets are not so scary after all.

I did not realise the Ghost was watching over me the whole time. He stayed at the very spot he died, right next to the person who killed him, and silently protected me the whole time. I know how it must feel, to be ignored and seen through and gone unnoticed. Wanted to exorcise him from his haunting but did not expect his spirit to grow so attached to me.

I am sorry for breaking your hearts.
You have drowned me, you have haunted me, and now I am burning you but it still does not appease me.

I did not mean to make you fall for me.

I have chosen to go with the wind. What started as a breeze had turned itself into a tornado, sweeping me off my feet.
I admit, I like having the wind in my hair, but whenever the wind goes, it always leaves my hair in a tangled mess.
I admit, I am scared it will happen again.
But I am brave enough to try.

Again, I am sorry for melting the Ice and for taking away the Ghost from the place it has to be in. I know it is silly to cry in the place of the people I've hurt. To me, it's like how I imagine myself in the place of the characters in the books I read, and still end up getting emotional about their predicament, even though it is not my place.

The only difference now is that I am the cause of the pain these people are feeling. It hurts more to know I am the cause of heartbreak than to be heartbroken myself.

For tonight, let me mourn the pain of the Ice and the Ghost. I can't be so selfish as to be happy while they are shattered; for now, let me cry for them, feel the sadness they are trying hard not to show.

Your hearts are so precious and I am so sorry for breaking them; rest assured your feelings don't mean nothing, they're worth enough for me to mourn for. I will never forget both of you.

I will never forget Ghost, the few moments of intimacy between us, while it lasted.

Nine, a helix in the left ear and hair over his eyes; 
Neglected by whom he belongs to, a part of me dies. 
Face cupped in his hands, taking in all his scent;
For us to be together, to be it was never meant. 

They are

He is blades of Grass, swaying in the breeze. A single flower left in the field, continuing to stay in his place even when the others were getting picked by little girls passing by. 

He is a venus flytrap, embracing you for a moment, only to shut on you and devour you whole. 

He is Ice, with a cold heart that took a while to freeze. A longing to melt into Water, constantly going near the flame for warmth only to drown her. 

He is the ocean and its darkest secrets, pulling you down and robbing you of all your breath. 

He is the wind, Flying high in the clouds, not caring about anyone who tries to bring him down. He is free to be who he is, free from all anger and grudge and negativity. 

He comes and goes, sweeping you off your feet one minute and gone the next. 

He is a bottle of Poison, feeding her all his goodness as well as his chemicals. He kills her slowly and silently, feeds on her love and drains her of her strength. 

He doesn't realise he is soaking her wings with his Poison, and without those wings, he may as well be dead. 

She is a Fairy with fragile wings that took years to build. All she wants is to give him all her love, so willing to carry all his weight even when her wings weren't strong enough for the both of them. 

She doesn't realise she is drinking in all his goodness as well as his Poison. 

He is a Ghost, lingering around where he died, continuing to protect the people he loved. He is mistaken for an evil spirit, forced to be exorcised, when all he was is lonely. 

He doesn't realise he could just let the words go through him without hurting him. 

He is Rock-hard stubborn, never allowing anything to get into his head. He takes pride being who he is, unaware he is leaving bruises on the heads he's knocked. 

Returning to someone you left

You don't know how she was found, but she'd always been there.

You first met her in December of 2012, when she was drowning in her pain. She was always putting up a brave front, you couldn't see what was wrong.

She struggled whenever you tried to embrace her, even though all you wanted was to rid of the pain for her. She always ran whenever she heard you coming, afraid you'd pick her up, because she knew you'd leave like everyone else.

Eventually you got her familiarised with you; you started knowing what she liked to eat or do, how she felt without her saying anything. She stopped struggling whenever you kissed her on her head. She grew attached to you and could not go very long without you.

Everyday she waited for you to come home, wanting you to embrace her like you always did at the start. You loved her so, always feeling warm with her around. Sometimes she'd run around crazy, or hyper, destroying whatever came her way, until she'd collapse of lethargy. All she wanted was your attention, even if she couldn't show it properly.

You stayed by her side for a year, until that day in January when you decided to leave, to go back where you came from. To go back to the person you were before you met her, before you reached out to her, before you loved her.

Today, you continue missing her. You find yourself still thinking of her, missing her, six months after you abandoned her. A part of you regret the decision of going back to the life before her, and yet you know you need to have this new start.

You meet her again after half a year; there she is, as usual, waiting patiently for you to come home.

She stares at you in awe as you approach her, that longing in you to sweep her off her feet like you used to everyday. You embrace her, and she allows it, and she looks up at you with those hopeful eyes. She doesn't look one bit mad at you for abandoning her; she looks like all she cares about is the fact that she's right there in your arms.

You talk to her like you always did, and she listens like she always did. She watches you eat as you both sit underneath the little things she finds fascinating; occasionally smiling in a purr when you wrap an arm around her.

You stare at her while she laughs with her eyes, and you tell her how much you missed her. You stroke her fur and rub her belly, laughing at how she loves it and you tell her how she's always been the most beautiful cat you've ever met.

Anis, my babygirl from Paya Lebar; remembering how I first loved her when she was going through her operation in December 2012, how she'd come into my room whenever I came home, how I'd left her in January this year, two days after my break-up, going back to Pasir Ris and missing her every single day.

Even today I can't go back to her forever; Pasir Ris is my home too, and I can't be with her everyday. In a way, I've to let go of her. I hope she understands that I can't be hers alone; though, rest assured I may meet other cats out on the street but she will always be the one I love most.

-This post has a metaphor which only the wind might understand. Haha. 

My constant falling in love

One, an extra middle tooth with an arm bandaged;
I believed with my heart first love couldn't be damaged.
2010, 2011, awaiting by the door;
2012, unsaid words, changed reasons, poof no more.

Two, video cameras and loving classmates;
Trying to forget for each other's sakes.
But a girl he used to love, he wanted to kiss;
With a wave of his hand, I was dismissed.

Three, a different soul under a same face;
A constant presence during the difficult phase.
Lust mistaken for care and concern;
Not getting the loss back, lesson learnt.

Four, crooked teeth, lines above the smile;
Held hands and fought for love far longer than a while.
Convinced and believed, worked hard for forevermore;
Until the day "I just don't love you anymore."

Five, a ruler taller and a love for writing;
Fears and dreams over the phone at 3 in the morning.
A hand to hold whilst sober, I couldn't be his;
For there was a girl who long already is.

Six, who is passionate with his heart for flight;
Never letting priorities and dreams out of sight.
Always so grateful for his being awakened;
Always doing his best, for his days are numbered.

Seven, a single flower left in the field;
The longing to hide behind his innocence, use as a shield.
But a raging fire can't embrace such a fragile being;
Beautiful as his own, couldn't have a ruin clinging.

A second chance, Four times two makes Eight;
His love never forgotten, he thinks we're joined by fate.
Two steps into a new beginning, he decides he isn't ready;
I hide my upset, understand and accept whatever his need.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve;
Before others, love yourself.
Four, three, two, one;
After seven, I think I'm done.

Nineteen years and counting, fading is my limelight;
I should stop falling unless I know he's the right.
If unsure what you're drawing, first trace with a pencil;
So no ink and blood is wasted on the wrong people.

Pyrophilia

Disclaimer: the following blog post is full of metaphors. If you know who are the people I'm referring to as flowers etc, then maybe you can get a grasp of what I'm trying to say here. If not, then fine. Like I said, speaking in metaphors is a good way to make people stay away from me. 

I've realised how my existence has caused harm to many people's lives. If you remember how the introduction in Avatar: Legend of Aang goes; "Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked." 

I am that fire; and if I hadn't come into presence, peace would have been reserved. Meeting with me intertwined the lives of people who otherwise wouldn't have had anything to do with each other anymore.

If it weren't for me, the flower's roots would not have been threatened by the angry breeze. If it weren't for me, the wind would not have stirred a ripple in the pond. If it weren't for me, the water would not be overflowing with dried leaves. If it weren't for me, these lifeforms would have continued living in peace.

And if you look around, you'll realise that every one of these elements are constant. Trees, water, wind; they make up your everyday life. They're not a threat. Most of the time if you see a fire, it means there's danger. Even the sun, which presence is the most vibrant, is disliked by everyone because of its heat.

The heart of a fire is like the eye of the storm; a calm in the middle of the chaos, helplessly watching the destruction its arms are causing.

The fire has uprooted one of two flowers who were left on the field.
The fire has pulled out a few of the remaining flower's petals.
The fire has melted the ice that took years to freeze.

The fire has caused nothing but trouble within the lives of these 3. 

A raging fire needs to be destroyed. But a fire does not purposely burn down the forest when all it wants is to embrace a flower. 

A fire destroys everything in its path because it is too scared to open its eyes and see where it is going.
A fire is lonely because when it burns, people run.
A fire does not show its sadness because flames are meant to be blazing red and not blue.

Perhaps a beat of wings is what a flame needs. A beat of wings that would not completely destroy the fire like how water would, but one that would keep it under control, making sure it doesn't get too big.

A beat of wings that is not a whirlwind, but not a breeze either; just enough to help the fire cool down a little, to just exist as a warm flame.

That's what I need. I need the wind; a small gust of air that would blow at me and remind me to keep it down if I get too angry.

I have nothing in return for you other than to give you a purpose, which I hope you have been looking for; but I need you. I'm so tired. Please give me your strength.

Notions

Commend me for having the balls to write this. It would kill me to write this, yet it's a lot more painful to keep it inside. There was a feud over a blog post, and then there were raised voices over a few tweets. I don't know... I can't describe this feeling. It isn't loss, because I never had him to begin with.

The more books I read, the more I realise that big brothers betraying their little sisters are a common plot twist. I hate it. It reminds me of my own predicament. He was never even my friend, yet I feel so damn betrayed by the way he's treated me all these years.

I don't know when he changed, or why, but he's hated me all along, no matter what I do. Sure, I've been annoying as heck but I thought that's what siblings are made to be.

I tried to hate him. I guess the hatred was dripping all over the surface but it never really took my whole heart. I convinced myself I hated him with all my soul, and it was easy especially during the period when I was living in Paya Lebar.

It was only when I realised how much he hated my presence here at Pasir Ris did I want to try again. My main drive was my parents, but I also wanted to be the same person to both my brothers, not just a loving sister to my younger one and a hateful person to the other. And, well, I've always wondered what it was like if I was close with my elder brother. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if he ever looks at me and questions what I like.

I kinda still genuinely hate him, but it's undeniable that I'm sad to see him going. I failed to bring him back. I don't know if he will ever know something simple about me like my favourite colour.

But it's okay because he's obviously happy. I've never seen him radiate with happiness like he seems to be these days, and I shouldn't care about how I'm not the source of it. I shouldn't care about how his happiness is pain to all of us, because it's his life. I should be glad he doesn't seem to have a care in the world.

Been listening to Notions / The Ready Set on repeat, because I can't help but be reminded of him and his girlfriend when I listen to it. How he loves her so, and how we can't do anything about it but bask in the shine of their togetherness.

Diary of the coldest heart

The few months with her have been the best for me.
Nothing lasts forever.
And so doesn't our complicated yet unique relationship.

I love everything about her. From her smile to the way she sleeps... Simply everything.

I love her hair. How it flows in the wind as if she's a female movie star or something. I love her lips. God, I feel as if I could kiss them 24/7 even if it meant my lips would be swollen and bleeding. I really don't care; I just want her lips on mine all the time.

I love the bracelets on her left hand. Full of memories and gratitude. It's nice to know I belong somewhere. I love the way she giggles; everytime she does, all my problems would go away just like that. I love her lame jokes because they make me forget everything.

If we'd known each other longer I would have fallen for her. Maybe I already did, but unfortunately it's too late.

I want to say I'm sorry for all the mistakes I've done to her. I won't be surprised if she doesn't text me anymore because I feel like I've been a burden to her. She says she appreciates it but I don't know if she meant it.

I've not been the best person to her but I'll always be there for her. That's all I can do.

Deep down I don't want her to go but I'm sure she has her reasons. I just hope she remembers to be happy. I love her.

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I never thought I'd have power to break people's hearts; apparently I do. I'm well aware when I hurt someone even if I look like I don't care about their feelings.

Whenever I break someone's heart, I give up a part of mine as well, never to be gained back. I've symbolised a few people I've hurt through my piercings, even if they were the ones who left me, just to show that their feelings meant something to me.

And in the last week, I learnt that people who left are sometimes more affected by it than we are.

I have a lot more to say to this block of ice but I feel like there's no use because I can't get through his barrier anymore. He claims he loves the cold, so obviously he doesn't need my presence. Even if he wants warmth, I'm not his for him to rely on forever; I'm not the only flame in the world.

We can't click because he can't accept the truth, my honest opinion about his relationship with the outside world. He doesn't accept that there are people who think differently from him, and that's why he's better off alone, even if he hides the fact that he doesn't like the solitude.

Maybe he doesn't even need a flame. Maybe all he needs is another block of ice, one that's willing to stay cold with him forever. As much as I hate him, I'm not gonna remain cold just to pass on the negativity. I'd rather go away and give my warmth to someone else.

Over-excited post about yesterday

After we'd spent last June doing our 6th annual reunion, the girls and I met up again yesterday. The other 3 girls couldn't make it because of school, so it was just the 4 of us, and we only realised it was Reunion again when we met up xD

I met Shushan at Dover station, where her school is, and we took the train to Bedok; our initial meet-up was Changi City Point, which is at Expo, but we were still early so we took a walk around first.

So Bedok Mall is awesome *.* The first time I went there, most of the shops weren't open yet so I was still in for a surprise. We visited the 50-cent sushi shop, where every sushi was going for 50 cents and you just picked what you want. My mom always bought me those but I never saw the shop myself!

And... there was a store full of Pokemon plushies. A piece of heaven as I called it. Gosh, I would have bought them all if I could, especially all the Eeveelutions and the pillow that is Meowth's face! Of course, I only left with an Espeon plushie ^^

Once Siying and Sabrina were on their way, Shushan and I got on the train back to Tanah Merah and then on to Expo. I've always liked looking at the railway tracks surrounding Tanah Merah, Jurong East, and Ang Mo Kio. A fascination only I would understand.

So the 4 of us found a place at the food court in Changi City Point, and I had so much difficulty deciding what to eat. I wanted chicken chop but there weren't any so I got myself curry rice from the Japanese food stall :p

There was a Metro sale at Expo so we decided to just check it out for a while. Everyone was split up the moment we entered, just gallivanting around and looking at different shit xD We got together finally at the confectionery section.

Samples were everywhere and we were pretty much having a feast with all the free food! We were even given ice-cold jelly from the sample lady, and I ended up buying the lemon-flavoured one. Because jelly is good.

Although I tasted so many good stuff, I only bought that lemon jelly and some butterfly biscuits (my fave). We all shared our purchases, because most of them were "2 for $3", things like that.

We got out to see that it was 8.30 pm, when I'm pretty sure we entered around 6 or so. We were in there for two hours!!!

Still, we sat at Texas Chicken to lepak for a while, rest before our bus journey. On the way to the bus stop, we had a lot of stupid moments, talking shit and laughing our ass off haha. Then we took 12, all of us alighting at different bus stops; me right to the end.

So there we have it, how my day was yesterday! I believe it's been a while since I actually blogged about something simple like a day I had and enjoyed :3