Whatever it is, I hope everything will be fine with flight MH370. Even there's the slimmest hope, it is still a piece of hope.
I am at the Holy Mosque in Makkah right now, lying on my bed waiting for the car to fetch me up to Jeddah airport. As I was browsing my Facebook timeline, Tony posted a picture of a very familiar face, looking so gleamingly happy in his traditional Malay costume, beside a girl that I didn't know (who looked equally happy).
Custard is getting married today. No invitation. Nothing.
Do I feel sad? No.
Do I feel mad? No.
Do I feel helpless? No.
Perhaps it is the best time for him to end his single, alone, maniac life. He should've told her what happened. But perhaps not.
Congratulations. This world needs a little love.
I was so pissed off that you told me you liked me, and yet you didn't do anything to prove anything that you said. I felt like banging my head on the mirrors in the washroom, just to wipe away my embarrassment, for having a tiny bit of jealousy for someone who didn't love me back.
I was so close to tell to the whole world that you asked me out for a fun ride in Bahrain, when your fun ride was merely a term of friends hanging out together. I got lucky that I didn't get invested too much in you, that when I did, I afraid couldn't find the way out.
I am thankful to you. At least the air gets a little pleasant, and the pretty wild flowers are still there to keep my heart warm.
"What on earth?"
"He's coming here. Working with the same company as yours"
"Why the need to tell me this?"
"It's just that both of you are meant to be together, even when you decided to flee away. Away from him"
"Have you heard of coincidence?"
"This is not a coincidence. This is one end of your fate, meets up another. You and him will complete a circle. You and him look like are meant to be together"
"Come on. He just got himself a baby"
"So he can fuck off and don't bother me anymore"
"Tell that to yourself. Tell that to your heart"
Life has a way to reconcile with our past memories. And this apparently, with my pain.