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[Spiced Up The Bowl on Wednesday, April 28, 2010 @ 1:53 AM]
The Double Helix Bridge. Just before the waterfront. I was there, sometime ago? Sitting down, writing a dumb book. A story that shared between us. Or rather, a story that I thought we would share. At that point of time, the bridge was still under construction. I was sitting near the bay, lying down for a few hours. Looking at the sea, wondering alot of stuffs. I was wondering when will the bridge be constructed. Would you be there with me to watch the scene I wanted you to. Would we be holding hands walking down the bridge, discussing what we should do the next day, or the next next day. The things that ran through my head that day were countless. At the end of the day, I found myself foolish. I thought it was just a emotional rush. Yet I remembered every single ache in my heart as if it were that day. I remembered every single detail while I was there. From the tourist couple enjoying the sea breeze to the photographer taking pictures of the Bay. Even remember how I sat down on the bench, hoping the river would float me away to somewhere far. Far enough to forget you. I remembered I went to the Flyer next. It was quite empty at that time. The newly built ferris wheel. I wanted so much to get up. Yet I was waiting. I had no idea what. What held me back. I circled round the Flyer like some dumb ass. Trying to sync every step, wondering how it would be like if you were there with me. I remembered it started to drizzle. I walked back from the Flyer to Marina Square. Wanting to see the flight of stairs I liked. I tried to imagine how it would be like with you by my side. Climbing that flight of stairs. Jumping around, hopping like little kids, yet having alot of fun. Purely just because being together. And I walked on slowly in the slow drizzle. Half-drenched. Wasn't a really big deal since I had a hoodie. The same thing I wore when I first saw you. Funny how things seemed to be that way. Without planning, it happens. Just like whatever had happened that day. The need of escaping to that tourist spot. The need to note down whatever I wanted to say that day. It would be cliche to say I caught a cold in the end. But that's how the story goes on. I wonder, if being mentally weak makes your body weaker. Maybe it does, I don't know. Ironically, this should be am emotional post. Yet the my Skype <3lies are keeping me tickled with post from Thailand fans. Im stuck in between the lines. Should I laugh at myself instead of those Thai. I think so. If this keeps on, I will be not able to think or work properly. Please grant me the strength I had once to carry on. Such emotional trauma, why has it come back to haunt me. I need a reason, to at least find a solution to everything. I guess I know the solution. I just lack that drive to do it. I may have the courage to free fall from a plane, or even dismantle a missile in near future. But this is something that I'll never succeed. I will be just escaping the reality of it. (finger) Sometimes, the answer is just too simple. Yet it takes more den mere courage to succeed. Drive takes place. Yet my drive, its what holding me back. Complications. 당신은 모르실 것입니다. 당신이. 하다 KatsuCurryDon. |
