Philosphy of Life.

Jiaren feels his hands reaching for the familiar object that is the beloved QWERTY keyboard. Days has it been since he last felt this sensation but an eternity is what it felt like. His fingers shivered uncontrollably as they aligned to the position they had grown so used to over the last couple of years but somehow something seemed different this time. As he slowly caressed its surface to savour the limited time he had together with the keyboard his mind could not deny the fact. A truth so compelling that Jiaren did not think it would ever be possible. The reality hit him in the head like an off-target basketball that had been hurled full court in hopes that it would score and give the team a victory in the final seconds of the game. It was undeniable. His fingers had lost its touch. They did not align with the keys! This was bad. It would rapidly deteriorate his typing speed. His concentration would decline drastically and it would weaken the stamina of his fingers. What will happen to our hero…?

In a heartbeat Jiaren snaps back to reality. He looks at the time. It’s just passed 4.00am. He heaves  deep sigh wondering why he was not at all tired. Perhaps it was his sister that was still working just a few feet away. She was in her pyjamas - or more like an overworn t-shirt that had been stretched along with a pair of washed out tennis shorts. She was busy sketching buildings for one of the assignments in her Design 301 class, one of the subjects mandatory in her Architecture course.

"Go to sleep", Demanded Jiaren’s sister, Linzhi.
"Dun wan. Not tired"
"No wonder you always sleep in the afternoon…coz you sleep so late".
Jiaren discreetly rolled his eyes.
"I saw that!", Linzhi’s eyes were piercing hard into his own.
*Gulp* "Oops" thought Jiaren as he pretended not to notice. He was going off topic as usual.

His original plan was to update his blog which had been deserted for a long time. About 2 weeks to be exact. He was going to write about his adventures in Time Square and Genting Highlands and what he planned to do during the next few weeks that he would be stuck in this home away from home which seemed like an oversized hamster cage. He knew he wouldn’t be able to blog again for a while after this entry. Knowing this he reluctantly penned a few words before he had to go off to bed.

"Jia, C’mon", yelled Linzhi not looking at all amused as she dragged herself up the stairs.
Jiaren glanced at the clock. 4.10am.
"Okay, okay. I’m coming", Jiaren muffled back.

It seems this would not be the day that he would tell the world of his exploits in Kuala Lumpur. It was okay, there would be plenty of chances in the future. As for now, it was time for bed.

"JIAREN!", shouted Linzhi with a stern look in her face.

With that, He powered off the notebook PC and proceeded to the bedroom with 2 words in his head. CELAKA and SISTERS. You do the math.

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