The unpredictability of the colour .
[c]d4rkang3l
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
There's a seemingly palpable shadow of transcendence looming pass , threatening to consume one and all . But the question one should ask is , what exactly is the limit , or is there any limit ?. We all know that the sky is not the limit . So why bother ? . But sometimes , it's exhausting . But we'll have a choice . Don't we ? . Now , God bless the lost .


It was not a good morning to begin with . Signs from the sky reached the ignorant . So things took a plunge . This Tuesday , did defy certain expectations , much to the displeasure of the ignorant .


Accounts of the semi-demented soul ( or simply distressed )


I left my house at approximately 6.45 am . My growling stomach succumbed to my own temptations . I had that insatiable craving for an early Macdonalds . Travelled down the road to the nearest Macdonalds - which happened to be at Bukit Panjang Plaza . I was simply walking into a deserted shopping mall . Made "smiley" connections with the security guards and to my dissatisfaction , the Macdonalds was closed . So I decided to wait till 7 am .


The clouds got jealous and so , they started to punish me by sending in an avalanche of torrential rain . My heart was pumping madly . I was feeling damn fucked up ( to be honest ) . Soon after , I was the 2nd customer to order my meal . Holding on to the plastic as closely as possible , I decided to run to the bus interchange to board my bus . As it was raining hippos and giraffe ( too much more intensed then that usual cats and dogs ) , I got drenched . I simply adhered to the heavenly punishment . I was soaking wet .


The aircon in the bus shook me out of my skin . I was stripped of all humanly existence . My temperature must've fallen - this I bet . With trembling hands , I decided to feast on my golden-brown Hashbrown . The warmth was simply a blessing . After sneezing continuously for like 8 times , I dwelled into a melodious realm as I got ear-plugged . I was tuning in well to Darren Hayes' Insatiable and soon knocked off . Woke up when a friend tapped my shoulder . Upon reaching the bus stop , I was contemplating on whether I should make 800m ( or more ) dash to school , withstanding the heavenly punishment of course . But Vicky ( MI ) came to my aid . We shared a umbrella and talked about a lot of stuff - ranging from studies to school food to Principal .


It was a cruel day . I was a walking corpse . I was swimming in and out of my own train of thoughts . But the funny thing was , I don't exactly know what I thought of - till now . Had a disastrous Economics lesson . The lesson , as usual was filled with laughter but I was not in the mood to appreciate laughter . I slept my life away , woke up occasionally to give answers . I spent my breaks , admiring the rain . I was plugging in into melodious songs . I played Insatiable for like 7 times and after that , chilled with Daniel Bedingfield's If you are not the one , A1's like a rose , Usher Feat Alicia Keys' My boo and my all-time favourite Nelly and Kelly Rowland's Dilemma . Beautiful ! . While walking to the Maths' class , I saw her .


She was not as cheery . I presumed that something must be wrong . And so , I asked her . She told me something that I wished I never hear . Soon , tears poured out of her eyes . I ruddy-well saw myself in her . I was initially too taken aback to react instantaneously . Knowing that words will not help , I gave her a hug . Her shoulders were gently trembling and I felt terribly bad . I mean , obviously I would never want to see anyone crying infront of me . Her cheeks turned red and her eyes were the embodiment of nothing but pain . I was still hugging her as she was crying , occasionally patting her on her head . I saw her leave with a tear-streaked face . Dearest buddy , I hope you are alright . A special dedication to you .


What is this thing called Love
This funny thing called Love
Just who can solve it's mystery
Why should it make a fool of me


I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away


That's why I asked the Lord in heaven about
What is this thing called Love
This funny thing called Love


Now this is how complicated it can get . But a piece of advice , don't worry . Things will go right soon . Place your trust in God , seek comfort in the arms of your loved ones . These measures will healed you in no time . Till then , Dearest Sunshine , I miss your smile , your highly contagious energy level and lastly , the old you . Get back in time . My best wishes , but if you do need a listening hear or a shoulder to cry onto , I am there for you , my buddy .


I was tuning into a couple more songs before the end of my final break and slipped into a melancholy mood . Did I tell you'll . I'm demented , deranged and unwise . I mean , I'm hanging by a thread now . The clock is taking my life away . I'm losing myself bit by bit as the seconds zoom pass me . The pressure was accumulating as the day passed by . I couldn't take it this time . I broke into tears . I so wanted to be left alone . My friends understood it and left me along . I took a long long route to my class . To my surprise , I saw Mrs Meya there .


I was so embrassed that I tried to turn into the opposite direction . She called out to me and her booming voice echoed clearly . Without choice , I walked towards her and she went like " looks like someone's not in a good mood . So dear , tell me what happened ? " . No words could explain the way I was feeling and so , I looked down with tears pouring out of my eyes . Mrs Meya hugged me and I felt really really good . I mean , for that instant , all those troubles reduced in size . After that , she held onto my hand and cheek and went like " Cry all you want now , I think you need an outlet to vent out all your frustrations . Do it . After that , get back to work . I know you will " and she gave me a firmed look .


If there is a blessing in school ( other than my loved ones ) , I would really point out Mrs Meya . I was never this close to a teacher since Secondary School . I was more like a daughter to one such teacher back in secondary school but I thought that gone were the days . But look , God showed me Mrs Meya . I want to make this Teacher's day a special one for both of them . I can't wait to go back to Swiss Cottage . This time , it is going to be very very special .


Time is running out and I really cannot control it . I'm really fed up . I've been withstanding a fluctuation of emotions . I've been so terribly angry and so terribly down . Mood swings , just like the pendulum does . Why this relationship ?. Maybe , I am not that strong afterall . People say I am strong , but look , I'm dying . Or is this just a test ?. But there's one thing that is certain , something that doesn't kill us makes us stronger . But like what Mrs Meya said , I need an outlet to vent out my frustrations . I really do . I'm really thinking of joining kick boxing or playing badminton for hours or ... something , anything !


Anyways , I'll be running the 21.1 km this year too . Wish me all the best peeps .


So can someone generously sprinkle bits of energy into the air ? . I am dire need of them . I need to keep my engine running . I have to .


Jesus , I belong to you .



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