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Happy birthday, Love.

I'm sure God is taking good care of you wherever you are.

Sprinkled stardusts.

(From the Little Black Book)
Wednesday 27 August 2008 7.00pm Home

I wish upon all the shooting stars for you
because you deserve no less.

After all, someone among us has got to break the curse, yes?

(To a confidant)

I wish, Yvaine.

(From the Little Black Book)
Tuesday 15 September 2009 9.20pm Home

We laid our back down on the hot sand, staring into the vast night skies. There were little stars scattered across the dark canvass, like beautiful eyes that glitter while they are looking down upon you.

"Everyone has their own stars, to light them through their journeys and to look after them when they stumble upon their own feeble feet," I pondered. You know, those electric blue eyes which light a warm fire in your heart everytime you stare into them and all of a sudden, you feel that Apollo is singing a night hymn to you, healing your wretched soul.

"In the real world, I'm actually not a very humourous person," I broke the soothing sound of waves enfolding our night.

"We know. That's why we try to make it as bearable as we could for you," she replied slowly while reaching out for my hands.

We continued gazing into Heavens. The night was enchanting with the resplendent dots sprinkled transversely, as if they had been carefully carved in such a way to represent the hearts of a million travelers.

"Look, there's Orion!" My forefinger pointed directly to a constellation of three stars. I paused while thinking, it does look like the outline of a great hunter's body, like the Greek myth.

"Kind of like the three us, isn't it? Together and effulgent."

We looked at each other and chuckled at such self-indulgence, letting the brilliant twilight take us over.

And the moment lingered.

I don't know what he's talking about...

John sat down in front of me and smiled, looking me straight in the eyes. He blabbered something which was drown by the deafening music filling in the closed-space of the room we were in.

"Blablablabla... you blablabla sober?"

"What?? I can't hear you!" I replied with a half-scream.

He continued looking at me and repeated his question with his screaming which was louder than mine. Amidst his effort in trying to beat the sound blaring from the nearby speakers, I looked at the movement of his lips glistened with beer froth and made up what he was screaming about - 

"WHY DO YOU LOOK SOBER TODAY??!"