Don't sleep now~

" stay with me! stay with me! no dear don't sleep now..!"

it just keep ringing. He shook his head real hard~ ah.. fatigue~
The computer lab is plain white with concrete floor. This place feels so empty. This battlefield of his. His stomach growled furiously. he looked down and pressed his stomach real hard, a silent hush.

ouside Adm open lab, there were exciting arrivals of three vending machines, one selling piping hot sandwiches, the other titbits and chocolate, and the last one drinks. It was rocking good news to adm students. Late night~ or rather early morning 3am, it is always consoling and heart warming to have the companion of a hot sandwich with a drink while you struggle with your art work. But to him, these three machinese are wicked reminders of his bad diabetes, and they just sat right outside the door, eviling smiling at him with bright light and red flashing word " coca-cola". He is so hungry, and there are piping hot food right outside the door, but he cannot eat any. This negative feeling had been haunting him for 3hours, since his first stomach growl. Somehow such feelings seem to stay and tingle much longer here in Singapore. he remembers things weren't that bad back in Malaysia, where forbidden food was all banned from home, ever since he picked his life back with much luck. He knows he is lucky to have survived and he often tell himself, you should not grumble. But it is really hard for a 19years old teenager to go this exciting part of his life with so many additional "do not"s slapped on the rules of life. It totally sucks.

his classmates and friends all told him, kelvin~ you are sooooo talented! your works are awesome! gosh, you are real talented! I envy you sooo badly~If only i can be like you.

He would smile and say thankz. He was never a guy of too much words. They don't know enough of him to decide if they wanna be like him. But that din't bother him. who truly walks around talking things they truly mean? If they are to do so, how many sentence can they say per day. That will be too quiet a world. He doesn't like the world quiet.

Ah...~ he shut his eyes again. Or did they shut down on their own? He struggled to keep them open. A familar struggle.

Mom and dad was out in the studio and he was still in bed. it was 1pm. He felt drained. Real fatigue. He couldn't recall much, other than his mom's adrupt silence, then adrupt scream. Then the ambulance siren. The touch of the hard clutch. The voice of a few men. The cries of his mom. The breaths of his dad. His mom's voice " stay with me! stay with me... no dear don't sleep now!"
then back to his dad's breath, mom's cries, and the ambulance siren...