They say that when you go into the army, you lose a lot of yourself.
I recently renovated my bathroom, and installed a shower cubicle with glass panels. I love taking hot showers, so the glass walls get fogged up. Taking a shower, to me, is a time for me to think, to self-evaluate. So I write all my thoughts on the foggy glass panel and happily watch them get clouded up again, as the mist slowly envelops my finger-scrawled letters, smothering my words till they fade away. Somehow, that asphyxiated feeling as you watch the steam eating away your thoughts gives me a sick thrill. Hoho.
I remember there was this entry some time ago where I was musing about betrayal and how it smells like. Now I finally have the answer. Betrayal doesn't smell like anything. It's odourless, for it has a cunning way of just slithering up to you, wrapping itself around your throat and squeezing tightly till your lungs feel like they're gonna erupt. The best thing, it glides up to you, and stays there for an unspecified period of time, until you're caught off guard, and then, it strikes. Yes, I'm doing a snake analogy here, and it couldn't be more apt.
They say in the army, there are lots and lots of snakes.
Vanessa Lim 1:54 p. m.
