HE who catches joy as it flies, lives in eternity's sunrise — so am I. Things have been moving along without glitches. She seems to enjoy my company — that makes me a HAPPY_FELLOW who really feels like heaven. My MiLLion DoLLars Smile ... / has found a perfect match in her Sunshine Smile. I think we are a perfect match.

One thing bothers me though. She occasionally talked about her ex-boyfriend, who happens to be one of the Vax BULLET-IN-Board SysOps. She said IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL about it, though I don't quite get it. But I was somehow relieved when she told me he was her Lotus Mooncake. I guess that being a Durian Mooncake must have meant something special to her.

I have learned through the hard way that the best way to treasure something is to realize that it could be lost. A ~~ NITE RIDER ~~ whom I have never met before has also made a similar advice: Treasure what you have, as you may not have a second chance. That is why I treasure each and every day I spent with her, because I have not forgotten what it feels like to be single. I don't want to be labelled Single, Desperate and Ugly.

Today is a special day. It's the first time she asked me out! Wait a minute... oh no! I recall my last meetings with PandA... PanDa and Hazel. Weren't they the ones who initiated the dates? Someone once said that when a girl asks a guy out, it could only mean one of two things: boom or doom. Am I going to be doomed again? I shiver at the thought of the possibility. No, I must resolved to Stay C@@L. When fate is adverse, a wise man can always strive for happiness and sail against the wind to attain it.

*Snap*. Eternity is ... keeping a smile on your face till the shutter clicks.

"How come you want a photo of me alone?" I am curious.

"I like your MiLLion DoLLars Smile ... /", Angel shoves the camera back into her bag, "It's soooo cute!"

'It's soooo cute!' I'm flattered by the compliment. Ah, I must have been worrying too much.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"East of the Sun, West of the Moon", I know she is kidding, "Just follow me," she says with a sparkle in her eyes.

We walk along the glittery golden beach under the soothing evening air.

"Everyone needs a hand to hold on to", I whisper, "so can I..."

"Do whatever you want..." she titters at my clumsy movement, as I reach out to hold her hand.

Such soft and tender feel, it tickles. We find a cool, secluded spot under a coconut tree and sit down. (I tried to find one without any coconuts, just to avoid any accident, but there is none, so I settle for one that looks the safest.) Strange enough, an eye-catching 'Kilroy^† was here' was inscribed on its trunk. Who is Kilroy? I ponder for a little while. Who cares? Feeling indignant at this guy's arrogance, I take out my pen-knife and carve a 'So what?' directly underneath it.

We sit in silence. At this moment in time, saying not much is saying a lot. We watch the clouds across the moon, waiting for a star to fall. This is the SummeR%%RomancE I have long been yearning for. What a beautiful sight! Under the coconut tree, cuddling in the early moonlight and teased by the sea breezes, we are immersed in a world of fantasies.

"LET'S DO IT..." it's Angel who breaks the silence.

"What?! Now? Here?"

"Yes, why not? I'm sure you'll like it..."

"GSD'_..."

[ ... a joss-stick's time later ... ]

Wet. I'm perspiring like mad.

Wow, it's really HOT. I look at the mess, and the tissue papers lying around. I just couldn't control myself. I feel so sorry. I look at Angel apologetically. She must have been terrified.

"Come, take this. This may have a cooling effect", Angel hands me the Cole's Law: Thinly sliced cabbage, "You told me you like fast food, but I didn't expect you to have such a craving for KFC."

"Yeah, it's crispy and hot alright", I shove a big scoop of vegetable down my burning throat. I must have been real hungry, or I would not have gobbled up everything, and left nothing but a chicken wing for Angel. I am dead embarrassed to look at her again.

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