From the Diary; The night of October 2010.

If the time she spent gazing in the night sky was to be relinquished for kitchen work, the chef would have already finished serving the spaghetti. She looked on as if the sky would fall to the bottom weary of her obnoxious, insidious gaze. Literally she was standing at the edge of the earth...

A long hauling wind greeted the fat portion of the slaveries' night. Hold on a minute, what would a girl with a long blouse be doing in the middle of the night? It occurred to me to find out.

Confession time: I know, I know. It is not part of my business to go sneaking my nose into what concerns me not. But it is kind of weird...I mean I can't just keep whispering to myself all night who she is- this girl literally (mark my word...literally) standing at the edge of the earth. So, as I am writing this, I am not sure whether to go out and find out what the hell she's doing outside at this time (as if I'm her godfather) and why the hell she's looking so damn pretty (as if it's a crime to be pretty)? Just give me a moment to decide whether I should go and talk to her or to just coil up in my bed and continue writing this (you should be happy for the latter opinion). Eeh wait a second, did I give you a description of this girl literally standing at the edge of the earth? Oops, seems I made a mistake ...it's not yet the middle of the night, actually it has just clocked 8:00 p.m. It was just that a stupid cockerel announced that it was midnight, only to apologize seconds later that it was testing its horrible croaky annoying silly voice (I've just forgiven it for the sake of this pretty girl standing at the edge of the earth at midnight, sorry I mean 8:00 p.m.)

She is wearing a long blouse as I said before. Only that every now and then the blouse is dancing in the hauling wind. As to its color you have to give me a few minutes I look for my torch (which I am doing right now). Ok the color of the blouse is yellow and she is seated beside me as I write this. For your curiosity's sake on how she got to be next to me so suddenly just read on. (Just hold on a minute as I serve some coffee to my new acquaintance). I never knew her appetite matched her prettiness; geez she is munching the bread like...

Ok, after I got the torch, I flashed it on towards her direction. So, she kind of like looked back to see who was interrupting her peace (if that is what is meant by standing alone at night star gazing) and guess who she saw but a ... Please don't tell me she wants more coffee; hold on a minute as I serve a second cup of coffee to this new acquaintance...it seems weird of me being a...

'More coffee!' aagrhhh she has just said it the third time. It reminds me of when I flashed the torch onto her. She looked up, panicked a bit, raced towards my direction- hugged me, told me I was the one, rubbed some moisture off my lips, rubbed her chest on mine, lowered my hand to her nipple, told me to close my eyes; I felt my hand slithering against hers! Any wiseacre would have concluded it was the happiest moment of my life. Ok back to reality; she never did any of the above (although I kind of expected it of her). She was not even one point close to doing any of the above.

Denial time: As to any still anxious of the 'what if' part of this, I have good and bad news for you. The good news is that you are reading this. The bad news is that I am writing this. And the best news is that you are really reading this, like really reading this. The worst news is that I am seriously writing this. I would like to deny [would you mind if I thought about my denials?]. Seems like I have nothing to deny...

What she did when she first looked at me is indescribable. She whispered something to herself, looked from hither to thither beckoning she was not found by someone (I am still wondering who that someone was). She then ran towards the other direction. To oversimplify it for the sake of time, she was very afraid. All along I thought she had been star gazing. The truth? She was looking for directions using the North star. And there we were running :me and this girl standing on the edge of the earth. Mistaking me for that 'someone', she ran even faster. I thank God she rummaged over a stone in the grass otherwise I wouldn't get to her that fast. I fell besides her. Reason? I had just finished running a marathon. I could not forget her last words before she lost consciousness.

From her tongue she dispelled words to the effect of, "la spiosde chapeau." I know you are feigning over the interpretation. The interpretation, if you are to rely on my C+ grade in French, is "a deterred cap." So, it didn't make sense to me what she meant at that very moment. Was I the deterred cap? No, of course I wasn't yet. And what did she mean by that term; was it an idiom, simile or what-not? I couldn't tell so, I just had to take her to my hotel room apartment. Wait a minute! It is an inn not hotel. As in Beverley Inn. Anyway, I took her into my room-very afraid myself of being a cause of her unconsciousness.