Aim a little higher.

Of tranquility; and of pulsation
Of happiness; and of anticipation
Of heaven; but that's where it ends.
That blurring distinction between pain and pleasure-
No hell, just heaven; heaven here, on earth.

Any kind of expression with regards t my innerthoughts, wouldn't be in the form of words; they wouldn't mean half a thing.

It's impossible not t believe in fate; it hits you (without direct contact) where the jaws drop: the rendezvous of the unexpected and the unbelievable. Without it, coincidences remain as accidents, cases of fortuitous events and the unexpected, gradually become the unexplained. Fate, unravels it all. Pre-arrangement; a very simple conclusion and understanding, yet not illogical enough for you t doubt its existence.

A hundred dollars; wakeboarding- a worthy investment. In ways, more than one. And t think just that little course number made the difference.
All the difference in the world, don't you think.

I'd say it wasn't fate
but really, who'd believe me?

If you were t hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of the earth.

Some strength, that's all it takes.

Of lightyear speeds,
of heightened leaps;
too fast for me t grasp,
too high for me t have-
but held it, i did,
that, remarkable feat.
and i'm glad it happened, somehow,
for sweetheart, it's all okay now.

Terribly busy week.
Making through these wasn't easy: Getting caught for inappropriate attire in the morning, the wakeboarding sessions, the rain, horrible emcee-ship, stage frights, rehearsals, awful blazers- but i got through that. Half the time was of dread, swearwords and memory; the other half, of excitement, anticipation, and insanity. When light blares upon you, amidst the bright-dark visual readjustments, faces form -in multiples of hundreds- and pupils dilate, heartbeat doubles. Not quite the adrenaline rush, not quite the nervous fuss; more of unexplainable, more of unforgettable. The experience -not fame, not pride, not the necessity of acceding t requests- i later realised, was all i was up there for. The possibly once-in-a-lifetime, intangible experience.

Loved yesterday.
Went back t KongHwa Primary, after close t half a decade, i suspect, and i wish i had gone back earlier. The place brought back memories; more so than anywhere else, with all extents of truth as proof. With almost every step i took, i felt as though i was retracing my steps; the life i once had lived, the place i had once stepped into, every single day. Reminisce struck further when i found out my former primary teacher was still working in the premises. Maybe it was a stroke of luck, or maybe it was god's will; i managed t climb t the fourth floor, without being stopped or questioned by any operation personnel where i soon met her, -still looking as kind and demure- Mrs Sandra Lim. She turned t me, and asked me, "Yes?" Clearly, she didn't recognise me. It was perhaps disappointment or just a certain loss of identity that made my heart sank, but when i told her my name my heart went back up the right direction. The following moments were occupied by courtesy and laughter- the usual things asked when two individuals meet after a long separation. It was different, speaking t her now, like an adult, and it was obvious -through her evidently older complexion- that she saw me too, no longer as the kid i once was.
...
It was only then i realised how much i actually miss this place, amongst all its unhappiness and cruel memories; they were the gradual factors that made me, me. The school- i later found out- was scheduled t be torn down next year to be rebuilt. The impromptu decision t go back this year turned out t be of bliss and perhaps a little coincidence; i'd have never been able t feel this way if i went back any later, for the school i knew it for, would no longer be there. And that, i have someone t thank, for without, i would never have gotten near the area in the first place. Thank you. ^_^

Everything after that, was close t perfection.