29TH

She went into her room, I crossed my fingers. She took out her old-school match-maker calendar, I crossed my fingers so hard they almost broke. As she opened her mouth, I blabbered some Tongues beneath my racing breaths. She went on to announce that the very auspicious date falls on the 29th. August 2007. Deep shayt.

Long story. This is a new age soap opera based on a very true Singaporean story. Apparently, my story.

A very well-thought and practical solution from the older generation. Like a hard and fast quick-fix for a modern day emergency. So well-thought and practical, this plan leaves no room for the modern day emotional needs. She perceives no room for other options. Another crossroad at where I'm forced to grow up. Hard and fast.

I could have very well shafted it under my pillow and slept over it, but I've slept over two lifetimes. It's more than enough for me to ponder and regret upon. No more shit from and for me.

Now but what should I do? Place this bet of a lifetime to buy her peace of mind? Or place her time on my gambling table? Or perhaps...end it altogether?

Well. I have one week. Pray for me.

Jesus most-loved,

Dilemmian