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kein.
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- not to be confused with kelvin.
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Monday, May 16

of the unexpected - prelude.

- kein, posted at 11:38 PM.

Staring, but not seeing. The endless scenery outside the window seemed to be all but transparent to me.

"Sa souvraya niende misain ye."

A phrase I'd read somewhere that approximately read as.. I am lost in my own mind. Lost. And with lost, came loss.

The end of my stint as a full-time National Serviceman had finally come, and it seemed like a time as fine as any other to take a trip alone and head down Malaysia, visiting relatives I hadn’t seen in years. Yep, no one else but me and the trusty camera, the Canon Powershot A40 that’d captured so many fond memories.

Memories.

A journey to clear the mind of all the painful recollections from before, and high time to decide on the future paths that awaited, unseen.

Looking around the vacant cabin, I wondered if the rest of the train was this empty. It was probably sheer luck that I had the entire place to myself; I wasn’t in the talking mood anyway.

On hindsight, it’d been a silly decision to take the train in the first place, since a bus from Singapore would’ve been considerably hassle free in comparison but nooooo, it had to be the tougher route. I scratched an arm absentmindedly.

Stretched back on the bed, sleep seemed so near, and yet so distant.

Thoughts lurked at the fringes of consciousness, and I suppressed them ruthlessly. The point of a holiday certainly wasn’t to start on a guilt trip and bash myself senseless; let sleeping dogs lie.

I sighed; sleep was certainly a long time in coming.