The cold night wanes. The logs of the fIreplace crackle in response to the licking flames. Dressed in a black backless dress, she sits in the oversized armchair with her right knee hugged to her chest by her slender arms. A half empty bottle of a dry pinot noir sits next to an empty wine glass. The rim of the is glass marked by a crimson shape with a likeness to that of the woman's lips. Light from the fIre dances acros's her expressionless face. Her eyes, though lit from flames, are vacuous and empty. Her flowing blond hair drapes down the nape of her neck and rests on her bare shoulders, the bangs hang in clumps in front of her passive stare, wet with sweat.

Barely audible music plays through the stereo speakers of the living room. Sigur Ros' 'Alone'. The songs slow piano melody matches speed with the woman's heart beat. Behind her, a bay window gives view to a deserted beach on a cold January night. Palm trees fluster as though shaken by invisible hands. The dark ocean and black skies meld into each other making the horizon imperceptible.

The long, slender fIngers of her right hand are lightly wrapped around a cell phone, its LCD screen glowing blue-green. The screen of the phone displays a text message, "I'm sorry. But we're through". Having been slowly slipping under its own weight, the phone releases itself from her limp hand. It falls as if gravity is barely a factor. It seems to have more characteristics of falling silk than of plastic and metal as it makes its three foot descent to the marbled floor. Having not reacted to dropping the phone, she continues to stare at nothing even as it crashes to the floor. Remaining intact, the cell bounces twice before resting on the cold floor. The woman's crimson lips part. Her voice cracks and the word spoken is hushed like that of a whisper and laden with grief. "Bastard". Her chin wrinkles and her face becomes wrenched with agony as she doubles over, letting go of the grip of her knee and replacing it with her chest and stomach. Tears well in the ducts of her eyes. Both feet, strapped into stiletto's, are fIrmly planted on the marbled floor, toes angled inward. Moving her left hand from her stomach she lifts it to her stooping head and grips the damp hair above her brow in a fIst. Tears, released from sullen eyes, follow a predetermined path down the bridge of her nose coming to a stop at the tip before being pushed offby more tears. At ground level, tears spatter on blue and black marble as well as the glowing screen of the cell phone, almost as if determined to destroy that which brought them out.

Quiet sounds of grieving escape the woman's mouth as she gasps for air between bouts of heaving as one does when crying. Ceaseless tears continue to follow a predetermined path which is now darkened by running mascara making the fIrst few tears seem as if they were shepherds marking the way for their flock.

Outside, a vertical rain falls heavily. Inside, the fIre has been reduced to embers and the speakers of the stereo play a new melody, static; The chorus, a soft sobbing.

After being MIA for about 1 and a half weeks, I managed to get myself to blog again. Sorry to those who follow my blog and then suddenly realise that I have not been blogging. Actually, the reason for the lack of post these few days is because I've been somewhat busy. Many things to follow up and there's a taxing schedule and deadline to stick to. It's difficult to keep up with blogging. Having to find some interesting stuff and blog about it - it's not that easy. Anyway, caught Ultraviolet last night. The CGI is damn cool. They even soften and smooth out the faces of the actors and it acheived the effect of the likes of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. A check on a few friends' blog shows that a few of them are feeling down or sad or disappointed with something. Anyway, let's just all cheer up and study hard for the upcoming Chinese O Lvls yeah? Don't think much or worry about anything. I'm sure it will sort itself up. (The above paragraph is written without much intentions, so please DON'T use your INFERENCE skills and try to infer something from it. OK?)