Heaven’s Cataract – Part 3


Even when his goddess was the speaker, Kyle couldn’t focus on what she’s saying. All that occupied his mind were thoughts of lust towards Amber, which he painfully, unbearingly and forcefully tried to suppress. Amber… she was so close, yet so far away. The distance between his seat and the stage was a semblance of a boundless sea. Kyle was determined to swim through the deep waters to reach her, to hold her….


Out of the blue, a horrifying thought struck Kyle. What if she’s my mother?! Like a computer which had just been switched off, Kyle’s sexual desires was shut down automatically. But how could that be? Amber looked like she’s only in her early thirties, or maybe still in her late twenties. She wasn’t anywhere like those middle-aged aunties that Kyle had seen on the trains and buses. Kyle shuddered at the thought of those old ladies. How could he ever compare them to his angellic Amber? And how the hell did he even harbour sexual thoughts towards them?! Kyle suddenly felt that he had been living a distorted life.


But thinking back that Amber could be closer to his age and within his grasp, Kyle revived his lustful emotions again, letting his fantasies grow. Then a loud thunder of thousand claps had to bring him back from fairyland to reality. Then Amber took a bow and began leaving the stage. That’s it. That’s the end of the whole prepatory talk, for which he hadn’t heard a single thing at all.


And Amber is just gonna leave and I’ll never see her again.


Amber began to pack up her stuff.




Kyle exclaimed in his mind so suddenly and loudly that he startled himself. He got up to walk down the aisle. He’s going to stop her, to talk to her – anything. He’s not going to let her go.


As Amber was packing up, a group of students – guys and girls – approached her enthusiastically, stopping her from leaving. That’s it, this is my chance! Kyle began sprinting down the aisle, eager to integrate into the group. As he neared Amber, he could make out what the conversation was about.


‘Ms Amber, I’m a big fan of your latest book, *’Poverty is Our Story’. You must sign this for me!’ A black girl was talking to Amber animatedly, shoving a relatively thick book into Amber’s hands.


‘Ms Amber, I have your whole collection! Please give me your autograph…’


‘Ms Amber, I’m an Economics major and I found your books highly useful…’


Books! Kyle almost yelled to the whole auditorium. She’s a writer! I can do this! He searched his bag frantically for a piece of paper and pen, like as if he’s hanging on the lifeline and these two items are the only things he can use to save himself. Gotcha! Kyle found an unused notebook and a blue ballpoint pen, both which were intended for taking down notes during the talk. At least you’ve still got some use, Kyle grinned to himself and held the two items lovingly.





Kyle approached Amber and the noisy group nervously. He could feel every inch of his muscles trembling. The group of students began to disperse after they’d gotten their autographs. Then it would just be me and Amber. Kyle swallowed hard before mustering up the courage to walk up to his angel.


By the time Kyle was within talking distance from Amber, the crowd had already dissipated. He could feel spasms all over his body. He wondered if he looked funny while he walked. He was so nervous that he could’ve bitten his lips sore, torn his notebook and break his pen, or even fall down by taking another step. Don’t screw up! Kyle reprimanded himself. I can do this!


Kyle gradually neared Amber, his heart palpitating fast. Here goes nothing, it’s now or never! Kyle just hoped that he would be able to at least speak coherently. He raised his notebook and pen to Amber shakily, who never stopped smiling ever since she entered the auditorium. It was then that Kyle had a good look at Amber; she’s sweet-looking and simply lovable at first sight. Even superlatives couldn’t describe her beauty accurately and exactly. She had well-defined jaws and slightly pouted lips. Her nose was dainty, and her eyes… they looked innocent yet it seemed like as though they could look beyond the curtains of your eyes, into your naked mind and bare heart… Her brown pupils are framed by perfect almond-shaped eye windows, coupled with matching brown streamlined eyebrows. And her long, silky dark brown hair completed her angellic look.


Kyle was extremely sure that Amber couldn’t be his mother at a much closer look.  His heart was put at ease.


But his hands and lips weren’t. In front of the goddess, he was tongue-tied and couldn’t keep his hands still. He had already held out his empty notebook and pen, but nothing happened. After what seemed like eternity, Amber spoke.

Amber spoke!


‘Would you like to have an autograph as well?’ Kyle could’ve sworn he had died for a second back there. He forced a nervous nod, and Amber automatically took the notebook and pen from his hands (no, Amber didn’t touch his hands, sadly).


‘What is your name?’ Amber asked, all the while her darling smile on her face never faded once.


‘K-K-Kyle.’ he susurrated. He wouldn’t expect Amber to hear him in the noisy auditorium, and he would have to summon all of his strength to repeat his name again.


But Amber seemed to have heard him, for her smile started to diminish.


‘Kyle.’ she echoed. ‘Is that right?’


‘Y-y-yes.’ Kyle was caught totally off-guard.


Amber’s smile returned – almost too fast to be real – and she began to sign on the notebook. When she was done, she looked up at Kyle – looked right into his eyes – and handed him back his stuff.


‘Th-thanks.’ Kyle tried to force a smile. Then he lied: ‘I love all of your books.’


‘Thank you.’ she replied, so mechanically that it’s like as though she could already see through Kyle.


An awkward moment passed, with both of them saying nothing.


‘Will I s-see you again?’ Kyle almost screamed in desperation.


‘Of course.’ And she said nothing else. Then she picked up her stuff. ‘See you around then.’


Then she left, leaving Kyle alone in a whirlwind of semi-unconsciousness.


*as usual, it’s only fictitious ^^


About Kimono Party Girl

I was born and bred in Singapore for the first 20 years of my life, and then I decided that even after flying all over the world as a flight attendant, life is still too boring. So, in search of more adventure and add spice to my life, I quit my job, packed up, and left for Japan - which is, to me, the promised land. I've always been fascinated with Japan ever since I was 8, thanks to Ayumi Hamasaki, aka the Britney Spears of Japan. She's the first J-pop singer that I have been obsessed with, and my first contact with the Japanese language was through her lyrics. Yup, I first learned my Hiragana from her song 'I am'. But what really sealed the deal was my first trip to Japan in 2010. The fresh air, the beautiful cherry blossoms, the endless fast fashion trends and the awesome food was what made Japan the land of my dreams, and it had since become my goal to one day live, work and party in Japan. So after working like a horse as a flight attendant for 2 years and saving up a decent amount, I made a big leap of faith and moved to the land of the rising sun. I have studied one year of Japanese and two years of graphic design. Currently, I'm in the midst of shukatsu (就活 - job hunting). Wish me luck!
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Heaven’s Cataract – Part 3

  1. kanon says:

    heyhey! conitnue writing lehhh..
    you are just like J,K.Rowling
    i am ur fan!!!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s