Aye, this time around Emily is out. But I heard she blames it on the flu? I'm not sure about that. Anyway, the classics are not really my kinda genre. So I've got no comments on how everybody fares. That's where the judges comes in, no? But still. Hady and Jonathan can really sing, dont you think so? I can really see these two make it to the top two, if things were to continue at this rate.

Aye, so anyway, this time around, I shall weave a story.
Two tales, to be specific.
Nay, nothing related to Singapore Idol, no.

The first tale I shall speak of revolves around sleep.
Sleep has not been a dreamless spell for me, as of late.
Nay, instead of getting rest, exhaustion is the result I get for sleeping.
I can no longer tell the difference between harmless dreams and the actual reality.

On the brink of waking consciousness, I find myself caught in the midst of the continous dreams mixed with reality.
Things, thoughts, imagination runs wild the moment I close my eyes, and drop into that dark, no longer peaceful realm.
It got so bad that I am now, much afraid to go to sleep, since I know the things that awaits me once I reached that point, are not pleasant.

Useless things, thinkings, turned into nightmares, making me see things that are not there, hear things that aren't real, until I can't tell if its just my imagination, or the truth.
Ask my sister how many times I've spoken out loud these past few nights, not making sense, neither to myself, nor her.
Those murmurs and mumblings, that are supposed to only belong in the dreams, escaped my lips; spoken out instead in the real world.


Aye, sleep is exhausting.
It is no longer the cure for exhaustion.
In my circumstance.

Another tale I weave, is of the dearly spoken Katt. Also known as the Runaway Katt.
*A wordplay. Kitten + Cat.

Asleep when everyone was, he chose that time to make an appearance.
For he was small and tiny and rare.
They decided to let him stay the night, caring for him, for fear of letting him go.
T'was with some difficulty, but eventually he gets to stay.
Only to mysteriously disappear one day.
Just like how he came.

T'was the myschievious playful presence that was sorely missed.
The chase, the scratches, the bites.
Aye, he was sorely missed.

A week later, he was found. Or so, some thought.
Only to have eyes of a darker shade; more slanted shape.
Nose, no longer with the black marks.
Shape bigger, thicker fur.

Aye, but it was only his tail that remains familiar.
For this Katt was no longer violent.
He was indeed.. different.
"'Tis his brother", the mother explained.

Until a day was spent; a whole long day.
His habits, it seems, returned.
He acts familiar, for he does remember.
It is so, that I would like to believe.

And aye, it is him.
Puberty period was what he goes through, was one sister's explanation.
He was experimented on, was another. (With Heri's potions, it seems)
He was on an adventurous journey, was mine.

It doesn't matter, for now, he is here.

And that, is the end of this tale.