HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY DICK-NESH!! HAHAHA! You're finally 18 ah dinesh? so fun!! i still gotta wait for mine. so long la sia! ):
Standing half-naked with only her green boxers on, she looked in the long mirror. All she could see was her figure; her reflection; her image. She felt ugly and hideous. She rummaged her fingers through her thick wavy hair which were recently cut. She could smell the flowery shampoo fragrance in her hair. She stopped and bit her lower lip. She bit her lip too hard till it bleeds and she could taste the bright red liquid. She looked into the mirror again, and stared deep into her very own eyes. She seemed to be finding for something. No one knows what she was searching for. What was it? Or what is it? Those piercing eyes of hers are always lingering around. Her eyes seem like the big blue sea; deep and vast, that when you look hard inside, you can sense there's myriads of questions and uncertainty hovering inside. Still clothed with boxers, she reached out for the red damp towel to cover her warm supple breasts from the cold, and then, slowly began to unveil her thoughts and questions in her head one by one. Why the profound truth did always hurts? Why must these turbulences of events happened? Why was it so hard to fathom what she has heard, read and seen? What should she do to quell these well-kept strings of emotions? What about those bittersweet memories? And why must the dark grotesque past keep appearing up in her life? She kept her head low and took her mobile to re-read the text given to her a few hours ago. "... Miserable... It depends on how you see it..,” She slid down the mobile and knelt on the floor in front of the mirror. At this moment, her eyes fixed on her reflection. Her eyes, strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond. Unknowingly, teardrops went streaming down her cheeks, and she brought her two palms close to her face. Seeming utterly fragile and vulnerable, you could hear the beating of her heart or the motions of her inner heart, as if they were whispering soundless words to the darkness. She was too dumbfounded. Her heart sank, her limbs went numb, the images suddenly gotten blurry and her head felt heavy. She tried speaking but the voice within her seemed to have disappeared. Whatever that had happened was just too much for this mediocre girl to handle. By then, she had already stopped her crying and sat on the cold tiles with her legs crossed, enshrouded with hatred for herself, feeling ever so confused, and asking herself over and over again the exact same question. With numbness quenching up her deserted emotions, she merely stared at the blank walls surrounding her, and blissfully didn’t realize that almost two hours’ had gone by. She won't think about it. At least, try not to let those thoughts trouble her already worn out frazzled mind. Whatever happened was way beyond her control. Everything's too complex, convoluted and intangible. The characters are interconnected. With her utmost alacrity, she wished she could make things better, for her and everyone. However.. She can't do anything now, can she? She let out a deepest sigh and slowly dragged her two feet and slumped on her bed. She hugged her elmo soft toy, pulled the covers to her warm naked body and by each minute, her small eyes were getting heavier and she was soon aroused in her deep sleep. What’s the question that’s brewing in her head? What does she really wants? Or perhaps, what does the people living in this fucking cryptic world wants from her? so done?
