"i'm leaving on a jet plane..."

he sat on his chair and stared into space. his mind recollecting all that has happened since the day he was liberated. the smiles, the tears, the pain, the pleasure. The experience was so diversified that he could not help but remark to himself how life is one big cliche. how the same kind of things occurred to different people. Except of cuz, it happens in different magnitudes. But all in all, it was the same old story.

"don't know when i'll be back again.."

listening to the music by the late john denver, he could not help but feel a sudden pang of pain strike him. the fact that he could so comprehend the emotions and internal struggles of what the persona was singing was almost alarming. But it was a lesson, a life changing one. life does go on despite whatever. And it is with this that he can safely say to himself the one phrase that encapsulates the way he lives life.

"don't know when i'll be back again.."

as he looked at the rain drizzle outside his window, his face gradually brightened up and he managed a smile. a true and sincere smile. yet beneath it, there lied sorrow and confusion. he was torn between what he had been taught and had lived by and what the world seemed to be telling him. he just doesn't know how to manage it. because both ways can't be faulted. simply because it boiled down to choice.

as he collected his senses, he realized the rain had come to a gradual stop.

"an that was a song by the late john denver who died when his own private airplane crashed"

the words of the deejay rang in his head. it was the deafening sort, the sort that will jerk you awake when u're really sleepy. he stood up, unconsciously dropping the ribbons from his hand.

he had made a decision.

"come what may"

**it all begun with fish&chips, and it ended too with fish&chips. what irony**

his eyes flashed and his mind raced when he saw that cake and the encirclement of bodies.

"holy cow" he thought to himself "that bastard has outdone me this time"

he didn't really know how to react, tears had eluded most of his growing years. As the throng of people opened their mouths to croon the almost ritualistic song, his mind once again wondered to the previous years. This was by far the greatest he had. Not because of the presents but simply because he felt loved and cared for. For a moment he didn't care if he had been shattered by another fragile existence, nor did he pause to remark how unloving his closest kin was. All he felt was that he was unique and special, that he mattered somehow to some people and that he had made a difference.

as he snapped back to reality, he realised that he was trapped by hands and bodies of people he knew as friends. the rest was simply a whirl of action constituted only of struggles and cries. Finally, he just went limp. Accepting what was meted out.

that beacon of light in the urban landscape of concrete and metal.

two near car accidents in a span of a week. woah.

and sth happy cuz ppl insist i do it: "Your smile lights up Singapore" wat irony.



*so its coming two weeks already, and the man's no longer weeping. Life goes on as he had learnt. Dwell upon it and he may just jeopordise everything else in his life. He cant afford to. He has too much at stake.He had made many mistakes because he lost it. But he was forgiven. He lives each day now as though its his last, but never for one moment does his heart not belong to her. There may be many ripples on the water surface, but underneath it, there reigns a huge current. Maybe someday the ripples may become waves and waves become tsunamis, but now, there is only the current. And then the man just stares at the distant stars*