::remembering rebecca::
she entered & departed.
in the shortest of timespans.
but lives eternally.
in the lives of many.

::apparantly::
crumbled toast.
is a neccesary.
part of a balanced diet.
of a parrot.

what more could i say.
destiny maybe.
*chuckles*

peace

on becoming.begone.bewitched

departed.with eyes as dry as the sand dunes.
i cant say. i missed nothing.
i miss aplenty. so many characters.
you cant bid enough farewells.
a shame, the old breeding grounds
have morphed into intoxicating environs

as the car whizzed by
places. familiarity.
i swear. the walls look repainted.
one month. too short to profain long.
but never too short. for refreshing changes

time to return to the story, a tale told by you
these musings will continue.

so many people say. the path gets more distinct as you are closer to the end of a certain road.
6 months stand between me and the end of the road.
why am i still in the cross junctions.
still lost in the big dreams.
the tall people burst.

suffocation. and paralysis.
so strange. how strangled.
one could be. just by the mere travelling by bus.
when voices carry knives.
where thoughts carry hatred.
where dreams get crushed.
children get stressed.
i should stop.

i thought i should write.
before i leave.
so as to remind me to think twice.
if i should ever.
return again.

this last post by c.toast in singapore was made possible by uncle N.
p.s: when i am gone, and before nichk gets back, will you guys pop by his new place. cos its indeed like a balinese haven here, just the absence of human interactions, make it, hollow.