ting & yin.

It was a beautiful sunday afternoon. The sun was high up in the sky, the sea breeze lightly blowing and best of all, the air was fresh with a tinge of saltiness. gary ambled along the pavement of fifth avenue looking down onto the beach. he felt a burst of freedom as he took a deep refreshing breath. He was happy to be in california; away from the typical singaporean heat that is sickeningly stifling. In fact, he felt like he had been stifled all his life by the whole atmosphere in singapore. he had suffered 18 years in a box.
the education system came down hard on every student, his parents were equally strict. everything was done according to a set of rules, and even the air there seemed to travel only in straight lines. nonetheless, that was in the past. only the present really matters.
"wheeeeee!!!" gary screamed as he bounded down the short hilll to the sandy beach. as he attempted cartwheels and backflips on the soft white sand, he felt a tinge of embarassment as self-awareness crept up on him. however, he decided at that point that all the wonderful things in the world would not be worth an exchange with this moment of pure insanity. "muahaahhaa", he thought, "i am the madmadmadmad gay gary!!! muahahaha!"
all of a sudden, gary found himself splashing into the sea in the midst of a beautiful semi-backflip-cartwheel. "oh no!" gary worried as he came to his senses. "sharks!" before he could whip his poor little head around to even realise a huge 35-foot white shark was charging at him, he was engulfed in one big bite and his neck broke instantaneously. that was the end of gary, the happy-go-lucky 18 year old singaporean.
remember kids, don't go to california.