29.7.07
i went to the tallest building in singapore for dinner.
only the glass top is visible when it is lit from within at night
but that's not it
we ate at the 62nd floor,
at a good height
but that's not it.
we ate at tower club,
where diners must exclusively be the members.
but that's not it either
we went as a family, to watch the final rehersals before national day
its a full dress, the last day of rehersal before the actual one next week.
we met jimmy yim, the guy who's handling the case of three brothers fighting over their dad's property
he's singapore youngest senior counsel.
no surprise considering T.T Durai was seen there before
my dad had lunch with him, and he complained of all the unwanted attention.
rude glances thrown at will
that was a few weeks back
but the most beatiful part of the dinner?
not the jets making those gorgeous trails in the evening sky.
not the the setting sun against the pink backdrop, in an endless horizon.
not the parachutes, with brave men carrying a single speck of light in pitchblack darkness.
not the assault boats, speeding past one another, down the artifical waterfall created with fireworks.
not the apache helicopters circling assertively, right in front of our glass panels.
it was the fireworks
i swore to watch it some day with someone dear
and damm were they beautiful.
it was the most beautiful moments of my life;
and in some ways my saddest
what a night.
our future house by the shoreline.
that final rehersal
a thousand lights; reaching for the sky
and a thousand more, asecending into the night.
the terrible pitchblack state; a mirror of my now.
the first of many more
that small ball of hope;
bursting into life.
its the center of attraction,
its that distant object in the nightsky.
that emerald beauty
that fiery ruby;
its as if you're the sun and im the earth.
we're intertwined,
radiating with sheer brilliance.
they're aboslutely stunning, don't you think? 
would you watch them with me;
and just forget the world? 
can you see the flash of hope,
that leads us to our new beginning?
a green blaze emnates the red backdrop.
my blue, blue heart&your flawless red streak
bursting up into nothingness; almost mocking.
new sparks emerge
bathing the night in innocent brilliance.
a terrifying beauty;
so reminiscent of our fragile past. 
the beginning of the end..
&our vacuum of oblivion.
amalgamation: the process of amalgamating things into a unified whole; the result of combining things
one last blast.. 
thentranquillityinitsbest. 
an idyllic end?
hell, no. a golden finale.
its the love I say.