Starry skies

A few days ago there was a major blackout in my neighborhood.

The house was totally dark, and I couldn't see a thing. So I went outside and sat on XXX( that big rectangular white thing with a fan like thing that comes with air conditioners...wtf is that ==) and watched the night sky.

It was really really really hot. My whole body was bathed with perspiration within minutes. But as I stared at the purple black sky, I stopped moping over how hot it is and sank into remembrance.

Somewhere across the Sarawak river, where the blackout did not hit, dots of light lit up the night.I could see Crown and Hock Lee real clear. This was not the first time I sat there, out on the XXX in my porch. About 2 years ago, before I had my own room, I had sat in this very place while talking on phone with that boy I admired but never had the guts to tell.

I had laughed there, cried there, felt happy, felt sad, felt loss. I would lean on metallic silver fencing while talking animatedly, allow my legs to touch the cement walls while staring wondrously at the night sky.

The stars have always been beautiful. Little blinking specks in the dark canvas of the night sky. Their light dancing in a cheery rhythm, watching over me.

Occasionally a car or two would pass by, and the rumble of motorbikes would break the silence of night. Once, I had laughter that fit in with the night, and although I had lost it, I never got.

That night, I had wondered if you were looking at the same sky, and thinking about me.

But when the power returned, I stopped thinking, and left the loss for the endless night to bear.