The Vanishing.

Its 2.15 a.m. on the 4th of August. Barely a month has passed since I re-familiarised myself with Brunei before once again returning to KL. Much has passed since then, events wise and personal growth, but the emphasis is carried upon inner maturity and understanding. How was the Kingdom of Unexpected Treasures *grin*? Good. Filled with love and food, therapeutic drives, coffee and football, laughter and chatter, Simon Says and Rocky moments; and this general cosy aura that is imbued upon and occupies wee Brunei. Not to mention the unsteady topsy turvy turns and enthusiasm of the clumsylittlepuppy of the house.

Of inner maturity? Closure. Admittedly fused with silent melancholy yet understood as required wisdom. Is it the end of the story? Maybe. As always, the present patiently waits and the future brings destinies with it. Jellybeans and stonegems and places of 98 have contributed too. Not too mention a not too distant Phoenix in the mind. In other things - Gah. I think this lack of regular reading; of novels of SmallThings or quality reads in general has undoubtedly affected my writing, or at least distorted it to something distinctly more cryptic. Like a diminishing camelhump. Haha.

I owe TooShuVun a meetup. Oops shuv =P.