Two weeks had passed and still the memory of that night still send chills to my bone.

I always act so strong but at that moment, fear just ran into me... making me stunned, making me all rigid.

I was there.

I was enjoying myself... Enjoying in the sense that I felt at ease for the time.

Or so I thought.

I never expected such things could happen. And it was all out of fun, at least to the other party.

My heart was pounding... was it because of my medication? And it pounded fast...

Faster...

Faster...

I thought my heart would stop anytime from exhaustion. I can feel the warm air already.

What now?

I made myself gasp for air and breathe into my mouth. That was all I can think of.

And it did work out.

I was relieved.

On rare occasions, not every unexpected things came out as a wonderful surprise. When unexpected happens, either good or bad, the best thing to do is to go and look for a cover then dock.

Bravery and courage sometimes go wimp. They're not as reliable as anybody thinks. Fear is always there, waiting for an opportunity. Might as well bring an extra bag of wits.

I'd like to think brain and heart will always be a separate entity. At least when one fail, trust on the other to work... hopefully.

Because of that moment, I learned to stand firm on what I believe. Even if I missed something because of that belief, it will be ok. There's always an opportunity cost.

So much for a night of no sleep.