DANCING WITH A ROSE

She falls into me like the first snowflake in winter,
Her body’s so cold yet warm in my embrace,
Wish this moment would go on forever,
If only she knew the heart behind this face.

- Amel Hanan

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August has arrived.

The annual law school dinner ended well. It was a great night at The Renaissance. We had excellent dishes unlike last year's disaster, and there was also ballroom dancing to complete the night. I didn't join in at first because I was more into the food. But there's this girl in a red dress who suddenly walked right up to me and asked if I'd like to dance with her.

"My friend has already gone home, so I'm really bored right now," she said.

My mind suddenly flashed to the ballroom scene in FF8 where Rinoa was asking Squall to dance with her. I only shrugged and followed the girl to the dance floor. Maybe she would regret asking me to dance with her after I step on her shoes. I didn't wear my glasses.

As we danced, I noticed something different about this girl. She looks like a blooming rose, and smells like one too. A woman with rose's features. Noble beauty. My experience helping out at the florist last year really taught me something. And she didn't talk about stupid petty stuff like some girls do. I think I was beginning to like her.

I could feel all eyes were fixed on us. Whatever. The night was mine. You think Amel doesn't know how to have fun, punks?!


That night, I got home feeling very warm. Plopped on the couch instead of the bed because Faizal's cat and its girlfriend had hijacked it. I might be having a fever. Shouldn't have gulped down all those coffee. I forgot to ask the girl for her name and number. Damn.

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So many things to do at the university. I have a group research project coming up next week. Thought we could do a research on the Pedra Branca issue, but that would be too ambitious. Even Rais Yatim and his team of legal researchers have problems in solving the issue. And we even lost the island to Singapore. So back to the drawing board.

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July had been nice to me. Some people have been giving me semi-sweet chocolate bars while I was out on the real world. I even got some kisses along the road. Hershey’s chocolate kisses, I mean. Maybe I should go outside more often.

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My pale coffee-cream skin has now turned to a mocha-coloured tan. Cool, now I have that tough street-wise look. But Mama became worried and got the doctor prescribe me some kind of skin-bleaching lotion before I could even call 911. I wonder if she wants me to end up looking like Michael Jackson?

Oh, the horror... I don't want to end up looking like this guy!

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Checked out more comments to my Deep In Depression video in Youtube. An 11-year old kid asked how long it takes for depression to go away. Good question. I don't know the answer myself, but I replied anyway and said that it could take a minute, or maybe forever depending on how a person carries himself in life. That made me think for a while – just how well have I carried myself in life so far?

Have I been a person that people expected me to be? Have I assessed and improved my past errors? Have I lived my life in accordance to my beliefs? How much have I achieved in my journey so far? Have I been on the right path all these years?


Okay, now I’m getting depressed thinking about this. Thank God there are still more chocolate bars in the refrigerator. I’m gonna eat them all and drink hot chocolate while playing Guitar Hero until I fall into exhaustion. And I don’t care if my brother Stefan is going to come to the apartment to stay for the night – I had the door padlocked.


"DANCIN'" BY MC SYZE is playing in my mind today.