the threads in her head

Straight-forward? Um yea, yea. Sure.

You know what they say about needing pain to become good? Well, ok, maybe that wasn't the way they put it. But that all great artists went through pain. Mmm? Well -laughs-, do you think I'll make one?

It's not real pain and torture. Not as bad as some others anyway, you know?

Funny things happen at night.

She should really go sleep early more often. Seems like drama always happen at night. Or usually. What is it about the night that makes it so so so.. such a setting for drama. Oh darkness! Oh fears creeping! Oh being alone and solitary and no social pressure to conform to!

Good gracious, small things were driving her crazy. Just yesterday the lightest touch of a human leg on her bed was like a slap across her face.

You know how sometimes you just cry and cry and cry and actually really really unable to stop and then started getting scared, and cry more because you're scared? What a horrible experience. Wasn't even a cry that makes one feel good afterwards. Just w.o.r.s.e worse.

There wasn't any real reason in the first place. It's kinda funny almost.

She wanted to sms someone, but decided not to. Who would reply at this ungodly hour anyway? They're just students, mere students. Little children who are supposed to keep to bedtime. Not supposed to stay late. Not supposed to have fine lines and eye bags. Not supposed to have eyes red from tiredness.

The list of not supposed goes on and on and on.

So she cleared the message, placed the phone on the shelf, closed the lights and went to sleep.

"If you know there's a lack of people, shouldn't you be encouraging more to come then?" -silence-

"Fishes," she thought. She might as well just go talk to fishes. Just as silent. More colourful. Occasionally playful and jumping out. More action, swim around. Might be able to spot dragonflies too if she sat there.

If she could only find a lonely spot she would just lay there and look at the sky.

I'm sure everyone has their eccentric moments you know. Some have it less. Some don't let others know. Others proclaim it. Then there are those that revel in it.

Me? It depends on my mood I guess. Wild moments where I would run to Sungei Buloh. Wild fancies and ideas - lots of them fly through my head, but hardly carried out. So... yea.

She don't really want to go to o.n.e. If it were not for the white fluffy creatures goodness know where else she was gonna find reason to keep on going.