at exactly 11.13pm

i made a detour today on my way back from dinner. went to bishan park to walk and soak up the moonlight, to feel the easy breeze, and let all my hurt and disappointment seep away into the quiet surroundings.

looking around, all i saw were couples- couples in love- sitting on the benches, looking at each other with that shimmery glow in their eyes. yeah, seeing them, i suddenly knew what bobby meant by the 'glow'.

when i looked up into the sky, a few peeking stars caught my eye, somewhat edging me on, and in some queer yet fascinating way, smiling at me.

although my detour only lasted not a minute longer than 10 minutes, it felt refreshing, as though i were drowning and suddenly came up for air.

sigh... why does it always have to end this way?
I'm tired of being second best. Why can't we all just be happy?

Sometimes when you're so caught up in your enclosed world, you fail to see the beauty and peace and forgiveness that surrounds you.

Sometimes, we all just need to take a step back and breathe...

at around 4pm

so here i am once again... this time no longer left alone..adrift within the space of my own consciousness... the jackass finally decided to come spend the day with me.

today i swam 80 laps of a 27m pool.. by far one of my greatest achievements in the water, beside diving and such. thats ummm. 2160m.
more than the distance as was required by coach (1500m)

so as i sit here alone, in my chair, while the jackass is obviously far far away (ok not that far- parhaps an arm's length) i think to myself, happy 2 months.

yes, he's here. but yet, he seems so far away...