Saturday, July 25, 2009/7:34 PM
there is no sun now. there is no rain. as I look out of my balcony window, everything seems to basked in a soft, dim blue. this should be the weather for singapore everyday. it's so calm. people are afraid to go out just because they fear they'll disrupt the perfect cosmic balance of dusk. so still. no one moves, no one breathes. everyone just stares out of their balcony windows, staring at the sky, praying it'll never go away.
a boy walks alone, hands in his pockets, apparently caught up in his solitude. he stares at the ground and looks up in the sky. unthinkingly, he squints when he eyes the setting sun. he shrugs and continues studying the creases and cracks in the cement floor, unimpressed by nature's conversion from day to night. his golden black hair catches in the wind and caresses his cheeks. when he reaches the end of the pathway, he halts abruptly and deliberates. he turns on his heel and makes the same journey again, this time not pausing to look at the now disappearing sun.
I decided to question the dusk's perfect cosmic balance and stepped outside my door. I travelled down in an echoey lift. The doors parted and I searched for the boy. He was still engrossed in the grey floor, taking the same route I saw him take a dozen times. There was a faint furrow in his brow. I hid behind a pillar and watched him. He was too far away from my hiding place to see me, but I was close enough to hear him sigh. He stopped, midway of his pathway, and sat on the grass beside the pavement in one fluid movement. his rested his head in his hands.
I decided to approach him then. Deftly, I inched across the grass towards this sulky character and immediately regretted even taking the lift. I could turn back now, I thought. He's not looking. Yes that's what I will do. His head snapped up then, and I bit my lip guiltily. He stared at me confusedly then, and I just stared at my feet. He got up, straightened out his shirt and walked towards me. I was scared because his face was hostile.
He stopped just one breath away and stared down at me. I couldn't look down because that would be plain awkward so I stared at his perfect neck and breathed in his mouthwatering cologne. His breathing was shallow. We stood there for an immeasurable moment until he broke the silence and my neck-watching.
'Well, well, well.'
'Hello.'
'So?'
'Well..'
'Go on.'
'I'm sorry I'm late.'
'Late is kind of an understatement sweetheart. I've been waiting here for three hours.'
'Sorry.'
'What were you doing?'
'Staring at the sky.'
'Oh, I get it. I'm not as interesting as the sky, is that what you're saying? You could have called and tell me that you're going to watch the bloody sky instead of..'
I kissed him, then. Just to stop him. And because I missed him. I took his hand and we walked down the pathway, his eyes never left mine. I smiled then because I knew he found me more beautiful than the setting sun or the cement pavement.
a boy walks alone, hands in his pockets, apparently caught up in his solitude. he stares at the ground and looks up in the sky. unthinkingly, he squints when he eyes the setting sun. he shrugs and continues studying the creases and cracks in the cement floor, unimpressed by nature's conversion from day to night. his golden black hair catches in the wind and caresses his cheeks. when he reaches the end of the pathway, he halts abruptly and deliberates. he turns on his heel and makes the same journey again, this time not pausing to look at the now disappearing sun.
I decided to question the dusk's perfect cosmic balance and stepped outside my door. I travelled down in an echoey lift. The doors parted and I searched for the boy. He was still engrossed in the grey floor, taking the same route I saw him take a dozen times. There was a faint furrow in his brow. I hid behind a pillar and watched him. He was too far away from my hiding place to see me, but I was close enough to hear him sigh. He stopped, midway of his pathway, and sat on the grass beside the pavement in one fluid movement. his rested his head in his hands.
I decided to approach him then. Deftly, I inched across the grass towards this sulky character and immediately regretted even taking the lift. I could turn back now, I thought. He's not looking. Yes that's what I will do. His head snapped up then, and I bit my lip guiltily. He stared at me confusedly then, and I just stared at my feet. He got up, straightened out his shirt and walked towards me. I was scared because his face was hostile.
He stopped just one breath away and stared down at me. I couldn't look down because that would be plain awkward so I stared at his perfect neck and breathed in his mouthwatering cologne. His breathing was shallow. We stood there for an immeasurable moment until he broke the silence and my neck-watching.
'Well, well, well.'
'Hello.'
'So?'
'Well..'
'Go on.'
'I'm sorry I'm late.'
'Late is kind of an understatement sweetheart. I've been waiting here for three hours.'
'Sorry.'
'What were you doing?'
'Staring at the sky.'
'Oh, I get it. I'm not as interesting as the sky, is that what you're saying? You could have called and tell me that you're going to watch the bloody sky instead of..'
I kissed him, then. Just to stop him. And because I missed him. I took his hand and we walked down the pathway, his eyes never left mine. I smiled then because I knew he found me more beautiful than the setting sun or the cement pavement.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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