Essential Brew

Jennie yells out, "Run Forest, Run!" so what did Forest do? He ran, and ran and ran. He ran so much and so hard that his braces broke from his legs and he never had to wear them again.

It's the first day of September. Normally things are quite normal in September, but that was before; now, people are preparing to honor and remember those who were sacrificed on the 11th day, I have a 2nd year anniversary date with Dear on the 22th day. Before I start, I just wanted to explain why I put that scene from Forest Gump in the first paragraph.

The reason being, I just felt like it. Simple as that.

Okay, I did quite a bit of stuff since I last posted, but nothing is so much called academic. I went to the beach, spoke to a psychic, had a fancy Japanese dinner with my hairdresser friend and his wife, played half a day of music on an idle monday afternoon to passing faces, gathered with friends at a place known as Essential Brew, which serves nice tea and desserts while you slack against the wall, well propped up by red fluffy cushions and talking about life and relationships. That was quite a mouthful, sorry, but that was in short the highlights of the previous weeks.

Let's talk more in depth.

As I was saying, I spoke to a psychic previously. The experience was, well, surprising considering the fact that I wasn't prepared for it. She told me stuff that were accurate to a certain extent, and foretold my future in a harmless kind of way. I must love myself to a larger extent, she said, and derive energy that I kept giving others from a higher source. When I asked her what, she smiled and answered, just pray. If I ever worked in the oil industry in the future, this blog post shall bear testimonial to what she had said as well.

Believe me, it feels cool to talk to someone who is at peace with the soul. At least that's what I perceived.

Since a lot of people are suffering from insomnia, I shall disperse some advice on how you can possibly go to sleep without counting metaphysically jumping sheep.

Close your eyes. Imagine yourself to be a piece of paper. Not an ordinary piece though; you are white and pure and clean, and as spotless as the first piece of paper ever conjured out by humans without the ability to write. You are floating, the edges folding gently as if it were carried on invisible waves. Relax.

I hope this helps.

**It's amazing to know how friends can come about from a head of hair.

Mr Black is a current undergraduate who resides in Singapore. This blog is a non-whimsical reflection of his life and the society in which he lives in at large.

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