Jingheng

in your life, there's bound to be someone that you'll fall in love so much that, even when they've chose to walk away from your life, you'll always be a teeny weeny bit in love with them. for me, it is this boy who i've never expected to find myself liking, least of all, loving. but i did. i still remember when and how.

it was on the 7th of february. i told him i wanted to see the sunrise, and he said, 'okay i'll bring you'. so he did. he came to my house at 5am, and we walked from tampines to pasir ris park, sitting on the breakwater. it was cold, the harsh wind blowing, but he wrapped me in his arms and i was warm. we had not had our first kiss yet, and i was nervous and jittery, because i knew right there and then that this would be where we'd have our first kiss. and i was right. i looked up at you and you looked down at me and i drew closer to you and you did too and i pressed my lips onto yours and it was a perfect first kiss. pricks of pleasure and happiness prickled on my skin and we both grinned at each other, and you hugged me tight to you and i realized you were perspiring like crazy. you whispered into my ear, 'i love you so, i'm so lucky to have you.' and you continued hugging me, not letting go. and that was when i fell in love with you. and i still am. falling in love with you, with every single passing day.

Huishan

she's awkward and shy. i remembered during my 12th birthday, i invited her to go to snow city for my birthday celebration, but she declined because she said she didn't knew me well enough. but eventually, she went out with me and a few other girls, and we got to each other better. and i've like her from the beginning. she might be awkward and shy, but once comfortable, she's funny and entertaining and witty and intelligent. she likes to say that she is ugly, but i know that she's definitely lovely, and one of the most wonderful girls i've ever met in my whole entire life. whenever we are together, i feel lightheaded, free, and absolutely invincible. there are times when friendship feels like running down a hill together as fast as you can, jumping over things, spinning around, and you don't care where you're going, and you don't care where you've come from, because all that matters is speed, and the hands holding your hands. that's how she makes me feel, all the time. all the time.

Irene

it is getting dark, the clouds shrouding the sun as it sets. my train arrives and i get in, choosing to stand next to the door's window so i can watch the sun slowly fade into nothingness. but as i settle into a comfortable standing position, i notice her. she's studying in the same school as me and her name's irene. i've always thought she has a lovely smile. she is reading dear john, and is silently mouthing each word. i've been out with her a few times, and i know that she likes taking photographs, of every single random thing. she always go au naturel, never an iota of make-up on her face. she usually dress in black. she's not a girly girl, really. she has always been an optimist. i admire her faith. she's an art student, and she looks the part too. the sky is in streaked with smudged pink and orange melding into one another and the light falls on her, and her hair is brown with streaks of red. her phone beeps and she picks it up, and she grins to herself. that lovely smile.

and in that moment, with the sun bathing her in its soft, gentle, smudged pink and orange light, with her lovely smile, she shined.

A short introduction

Ever since I was exposed to English, I've been in love with words, in love with the swirl and twirl of words as they tangle with human emotions, in love with fabricating fantasy worlds in which I could lose myself in. I began writing when I was 8, and I don't think I'll ever stop.

Last year, I wrote stories for strangers. This year, I've been writing stories for my boyfriend of about 4 months, and I decided, why not branch out to my friends as well? :)

Thus, the birth of this site.

I'm still a poor writer, so... here goes nothing!