Hheeeeeeeyyyyyyy everyone. I'm back! Man, I haven't been on this page in like forever. How do you like the new look? It's been a busy few weeks, it has, and I regret to say that I haven't been able to update the blog during that time. But no matter, now that I have some free time I'm here to dazzle my follower(s) with the next installment of my little experiment. Ok, so i'll cut the crap and get back to our story. Now if only I could remember where we left off...
Ah yes, it was here:
"You should try it," she injected, gesturing towards the velvety sky. And you know what? I'm glad I did. I couldn't even remember the last time I stopped to smell the flowers-or look at the sky, as it would seem. The night is dark, and full of wonder; like a speckled curtain that hid the sleeping world from the sun's rays.
"Ok, that is nice," I admitted in a moment of candor.
"Told you," she winked.
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When I finally reached home, late into the night, I collapsed onto my bed. My stomach was still empty, but I felt strangely fulfilled.
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A nagging, appetite driven voice at the back of my skull interminably kept nudging me in the direction of the kopitiam. T0day was a new day; maybe without Nina Green-eyes there, I could finally enjoy those elusive curry-puffs. So I tried the routine again. Got my puffs, went to the park, and sat on a bench. I tore open the bag, and cravenly took a bite. At least, I had planned to. Guess who?
"How on Earth do you do that?" I said on the border of shouting.
"Do what?"
"Nothing. Are you here to look at the sky again?" I asked, feigning nonchalance.
"Yup, got a problem with that?" she inquired, pursing her lips.
"No, it just-it's the sky? Doesn't it get abit boring sometime?"
"A wise man once that that you don't know what you got till it's gone."
"And the wise man was?"
She giggle, and said, "Counting Crows."
I chuckled in response, "Solid pint, I guess. So by that train, what else do yu want to do before you can't?"
"I'm glad you asked," she replied, flashing me the most amazing smile.
So we talked. She told me about everything she did; she loved art, and went to the museum almost all the time. She saw plays and movies so much that she could have been directing them. Her heart was in music and she wrote songs. She wrote stories too, and read twice as much as she wrote. She told me her favourite foods, about herself and how she was obsessed with K-Pop. Hobbies fell under her grasp; as she listed them down I hung on every word, like a last morsel before the end of a meal. Nina was by far, the most interesting person I had ever met. We talked some more until the wee hours of the morning. We even shared my curry-puffs. After walking her home, I went to bed, again on an empty stomach. Swear to God, this girl was starving me.
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Not long after, I repeated the curry-puff routine, again and again and again, in hopes of seeing her at that bench. And she never disappointed. After a while, I skipped the kopitiam part altogether so I could get to the park earlier.
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"Hey," she said to me one night, never taking her eyes of her beloved stars.
"What's up?"
"Umm...can I ask a favor of you?"
"Sure, anything," I replied, unable to say no.
"You know how I say to look at things while you still can?"
"I seem to recall. Go on," I encouraged.
"Well, the thing is, I might not be able to anymore. You know, look at things," her voice cracking under the weight of her words.
"Nina, what do you mean?" I asked, starting to get anxious. She looked at me. It was all the answer I needed.
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