140928.

You can never have too many friends, they'd say.

But I am the kind who never goes out of the

comfort zone to challenge a new environment,

so I look at the handful of the people I am

immensely familiar with, and gaze. We were

innocent and unknowing of what is bound

to happen to us once we connect and never

break away. There were happy moments where

everything was about pointless laughter and

crinkled twinkling eyes, vibes so upbeat

and alive. There were depressing days where

we'd argue and quarrel to the point of ignoring

each other or even talking behind backs.

By the end of the day, we'd all reconcile

with unsaid words of "sorry" hanging in the

air on purpose for we know that the more

rocky our roads are, the more we are able

to comprehend each other and become much

closer than ever. When I look at them

again today, I can't help but to just smile

at them until they'd ask me whether I'm

spacing out again because I've been doing

that alone, swimming in my own thoughts, whilst

they've been busy whining over the piling

assignments laid out on our base-camp table. I want to

walk a long path with them where we can

be together for a lifetime. It really doesn't

matter if my number of companions are not

as plenty as others for I don't really do a whole load

of social media, but if they're still able to live

life with the exact same smiles they are

donning right now, then I'm satisfied. For the

first time in a while, I am thanking them for

being this beautiful thing called "friends", and

I truly wish them very blessed lives ahead.

♔

140926.

Good morning, gorgeous.

It's only an hour until noon

basks in through the

hazy windows, though.

What are you doing in those

oversized white cotton jumper

and loose gray pajama

pants? Gosh, look at

those luscious coffee locks

sprawled all over the floor.

Are you tired, baby?

Why are you flashing me

that cherubic sunshine smile?

You must have slept

well last night, haven't you?

Hey, you are not supposed

to roll on the floor; the tiles

are absolutely cold and I don't

want your injured waist to be

flexed forcefully by the

flat surface. But you are being

extraordinarily radiant right

now, so maybe I'll halt the

playful scolding. Oh, why

are you hiding behind the

thin sheets of satin curtain,

now? Does the random act

amuse you? It sure does,

listening at how a chuckle

echoed around the

insipid walls. Come here,

sweetheart. I want to try and

see through the curtain like

what you did, too.

You want to cuddle the day off

on the floor with me?

Sure, my love.

♔

140924.

He came in crashing

with bulging eyes and a

gaping mouth, and

she was frozen on

the spot, wondering

how the hell did such

beautiful creature

fall into her steps.

She thought she

never deserves him and the

escapades from his shadows

were too frequent

because he wanted

to catch up with

her; he needed her

like a fresh splash

of colour to fulfill

his bland canvas.

How could someone

be so unique and

so original?

The monomania was

too irresistible, so he'd

hop onto the clouds

and hitchhike a

Pegasus to grant

her dreams.

He never minded her

oblivious self,

so long as the

sunshine grin she

has will never fade.

So long as

she returns the favour

with her heart

in his hands.

♔

140923.

Why are you so

wonderful, I wonder?

You'd be there,

flying out of your

four-wheel drive

suavely, that classic

black Givenchy backpack

forever attached

to your either

shoulders. I'd love

the way sunshine

would glow on the

crown of your fluffed

coffee hair to

accentuate some

sort of halo,

though you're no angel

and everyone

knows that. Time would

be guiding you

towards the path

of your dreams,

and I'd be left

gawking at how smooth

your destiny comes.

One day, I'd give

my entire everything

for you to

rub off some of your

cool to me so

that I'll be able

to grow as radiant as

you; or maybe even become

a part of you.

♔

140921.

You are not flabby.

What caused

you to think of

yourself like that?

Be glad that

you don't, at

least, look malnourished,

and that you

look healthy with just

the right amount of

slim. I like the way

your fingers have

very strong holds or

the way your veins

would jut out when

you flex them. They're

not stubby and short,

shut up.

You need to

stop that shoulder-patting

habit of yours. Don't

let anyone shove

nonsense about your

seemingly-narrow shoulders

because they are

not; they compliment

your petit figure

just fine. You

may have a baby-like

face which endlessly gets

teased, but you

do know that your

mindset is the

maturest of them

all, don't you?

The amount of

determination you contain

would pour out of

you, as if you'd be

chained if you

don't let it show,

and I love that; it

makes your doe

eyes sparkle and

it energizes your

body like showers of

fairy dust.

No, you need to

stop being so conscious

about your arms

and legs. If

anything, they are

much longer and slimmer

than mine. And if

you're gonna rant

about your height, then

you need to keep mine

in mind for

you are very much a

head taller than

me. You're just right;

you got the perfect

proportions of

everything, and if

this is not convincing

enough for you,

then I'll say all of

this to you again

and again until you

realise how much of a

stunning being

you are and until you

can remember every

single words

by heart.

♔

140921.

♔

140920.

A whole array of

cupcakes were sold

for a voluntary project,

and each of them

were decorated prettily.

One of them, though,

was a little too petite

and a little too

dull-looking.

Your cupcake was

chocolate-flavoured;

a dark one with no

sugar or fruits slipped

in between to

emphasize your sultry

melting chocolate voice.

The aqua

sprinkles and the glittering

vanilla frosting

reflected your calm facade

which contrasted your

radiant determination and passion.

Since it was the smallest

and the purest

cupcake in the display,

it stood out ironically.

Tons of people would

admire its simplicity for

very long minutes; they'd

praise it, and some of

them were even dying to

buy it from me, but I

told them that they

couldn't have it, let alone

buy it. I told them

that it was mine,

and mine alone. The

beautiful little innocent cupcake

which stood out

on the display

is mine.

♔

140920.

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140919.

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140918.

Take out your

baskets, fill them

up with salami sandwiches

and chopped fruits,

don't forget to

bring an oversized

tatami mat or two

with matching

blankets and umbrellas,

keep your shades

and joy intact

because we're all gonna

go on a

ride and throw all of

the anvils on your

shoulders behind.

Let the kind

sunshine kiss away

those furrowing eyebrows

and the obvious

scowl on your faces,

with the erratic breeze

clearing out all

of the jabbing thoughts

in your mind. Put your

chin up and look!

Look at the vast

expanse of clean blue

in the sky and smile,

smile as if it makes

you soar back to life,

smile as if

nothing can stop you

from everything 

you dream of;

breathe the day 

in, and get wasted.

♔

140918.

A food court is definitely not

an ideal place to look for

inspirations, not when your cousin

pesters you to please savour

the damn aging chicken sandwich.

Your fingers cling onto the

ink pen tight, stammering

and itching for some sort of

desperate contact with any

scribble-worthy surfaces.

You think of writing about the

fluffy furball of a kitten you

cooed at by the curb. You think

of writing about the 

gorgeous boy who smiles a

smile which is obviously meant

for your throbbing little heart.

You think of writing about your

friend's outrage towards her

brother who stole her

headphones after she accidentally

stepped on his.

Like a revelation which

descended upon your clouds,

the fact that you are

on a quest to find out

about yourself hits you hard;

so hard until you were

sent gasping for air in absolute

realisation. People turn to

give you funny looks, and your

cousin hisses at your antics.

But you grin instead because the

perspiring watermelon smoothie 

seduces you, and you know

what to write about now.

♔