"Brace yourself."

As I predicted, the after effects of the impact are coming in, in waves, superimposed with random frustrations thrown at me throughout the day so far.

Even though the storms raged before me a number of times and I survived in one piece, even though I had my toughness training,

I don't like the feeling.

***

The temptation is so strong to be a vampire. If I were to be on a ship heading towards the Sirens', what would be the song that would be singing to me? What would be the mirages shown to me in the floating mists of images?

I don't know, but if I were to find out one day, would I survive?

I should chew on my dark chocolate.

And so, he left the princess' kingdom after sending out his letter, as well as leaving the gummy bear behind.

Would he start a new journey? Or would he find an empty spot and take a long overdue break?

We would never know. Only time will tell.

梦醒了。

哭过了。

麻木了。

再继续等吧。

_____________

The Stowaway Bear

It's gone. It's gone.

The world largest gummy bear is gone. When I opened the luggage, it was not there.

Not there at all.

Where could it be gone to?

I searched the whole harbour for it, in the containers, in the crates.

Still nowhere to be found.

I thought I heard the sound of panting. Heavy panting. I turned around but nothing was there. I stepped into that dark alley, but nothing was there.

Nothing was there. Nothing was there.

"I want to be in the Gummy Candy Museum, just like my mum and grandma!"

I suddenly remember what it told me in my dream last night.

I collapsed, and broke down.

It deserves its freedom.

定下来的心，原来可以是那么的温暖.

_____________________

Dear Princess,

This would very much be the last letter I would ever be sending to you.

So many things happened within such a short time span, that I was forced to face them and make my choice. I finally appreciated what sage meant when he said that Options and Choices are not the same thing. That every night, I knew I had to make a choice, that would change the dynamics of everything dear to me.

I made that choice.

I shall spare the details in this open letter to you, but would craft a separate one to fill you in whatever you need and deserve to know.

But there's one thing I shall say for sure: your presence in my life is one of the many blessings I will hold on dear to.

Alas, Thank you, your Highness.

Viva la Vida.

I like the view from up there, and I must say that the seats were well placed at the best of spots.

Things just took an unexpected turn so suddenly. All in less than 24 hours, and the dynamics of everything I know changed instantly.

Perhaps I should be glad that I was willing to make that change? The change for a hope?

Whatever happens in future, I have no regrets now.

And now there is only one thing left to do to call it an official close.

________________________

Dear Princess,

I tendered my resignation letter, in that crisp white envelope, to Purple this afternoon.

Even though he expected this coming, he did not chuckle, he did not grin, as he always do.

"So you are sure about this now?"

It was so crystal clear ever since that shot of arrow hit my left arm out of nowhere. The assassin was nowhere to be found. No one has any idea of his/her/its motive in shooting me, yet left myself alive in front of the old willow tree that lost its glow. Purple was pretty grim about it, and did casually mention his concern on my safety, and for a fleeting moment recommended for me to resign for my safety. He must have known something that I didn't, but I didn't ask.

"But I suppose that your safety is more important, doesn't it?"

I nodded grimly. Perhaps, I am not The One.

"Once in a while, I would still need your help though. I will use the usual dagger if there's a need."

He placed the envelope into his drawer, and did not look at me again.

I will do better next year.

__________________________________

Dear Princess,

Last night, I stared at the hollow tree where the wisps were around.

I couldn't find them anymore. The tree lost its shine after that.

But the moon was so much brighter.

So does it matter anymore?

I have decided to compile my recent stories to a new blog so that they could be more organised, and to leave this one strictly to mindful or mindless rants of my 'daily' mundanes.

Do check it out here:
And you think you know it's true

Enjoy. (hopefully, with fingers crossed)

For that moment, I stared at the cake. And stared. And stared. With my mind overwhelmed with random thoughts of emptiness.

And so, I blew the candles with nothing in mind.

_________________

Dear Princess,

Am I still deserving as a guard?

I have observed a few things last night while sitting at a corner at the Veggies Singles' Night at Food #03:

1. I seemed to be the youngest around, less the girl who was helping out at the kitchen.

2. I seemed to be the only one who has downed a whole plate of tapioca chips and carrot dips all by myself.

3. The place was really crowded, while I was the only one sitting around and observing the crowd. I felt so tempted to take out a book and read, but that would be so anti-social. Social Psychology at work.

4. I admit that I took my glance on the organisers a little more than I should because they are quite attractive themselves =X

I almost wanted to get a Tarot reading for myself, but the queue was pretty overpowering. At least I did not sit there by myself throughout the night. I was standing near the counter looking at the interesting placements when someone poked me at my back, and thus I joined a small group in a conversation. An 'old' friend dropped by too, and bought me a home-made Baileys' as my birthday drink.

As usual, there will always be this one person whom I would observe a little more, but she seemed to be emitting a repulsive aura even though we talked a little. Something might have happened to her I suppose, but I guess it's not up to me to knock at her protective shell.

And how times have changed, perhaps for my generation I suppose, that I have asked for Facebook account name from the few new friends instead of the 'usual' "What's your HP no?".

And crap, there are sure lots of people with the same name >.<

Photography.

I noticed that every time I am tasked to take photos for events and performances, I would be drawn to this particular someone. Someone I would take note of whenever I am taking shots of other people.

He or she might not be the most good-looking, most attractive, or the most glamorous, but I would find myself looking at him or her most of the time even if I am shooting others.

And so, I would take a few more good shots of this person to honour his/her grace for the event.