i did this cos i was bored at the mrt. ahaha.

He stretched himself on his chair, having every right in the world to feel satisfied he conquered his virtual foe after 2 hours of intense battle.

The sky didn't seem right to him though---it was way too dark. He laughed at himself and rushed into his room. He chose a simple tee to go with a pair of black jeans and almost walked off. The black shirt, however, was hanged neatly at the edge of his wardrobe was way too glaring to ignore. He thought that it probably would be much more presentable to................to everyone later on.

He changed into that black shirt, turned around and then tried to do his hair to perfection. As usual, he frowned upon the flaw in his hair which always screams out so loudly at him,  somewhere along the split, the flaw that he had no idea how to hide it. Nevertheless, he left this home with a skip in his steps, with his collars adjusted inch perfect, shirt tucked in, in the very best way he could.

He arrived late at the gathering.  Solemnly, he sat at the back, where little noticed his presence.  He knew nuts of the people around him but that did not really mattered he thought.  He scanned the whole hall but could not really see as it was dark. There was something behind his rush to the scene, there was something he was searching, dreaming, yearning for. He was searching.

Then it was when the spot lights were going to be turned off at the very last moment when he spotted yellow. It was pretty much the same. He was expecting something he wouldn't expect, something that would make him feel aviated off his seat, something that would make him speechlessly hide his chuckles. He couldn't help it, the suffocating sensation was surging violently out from the very depth of his heart. He just couldn't help it. He was just  glad that it was dark

The lights came on at the break. He was mingling with his friends. He unknowingly chatted nearer and nearer towards the aisle. 

'Can you like...dress properly?'

He heard them loud and clear. He knew who spoke it, he knew it was for him. He knew it was rude of him to just walk away and pretended not to have heard any but he did it anyway.

There was something about it, something he never ever searched, dreamed, yearned for. His world changed. He knew he was never going to be up for it, he knew there were simply too many flaws in him other than the one on his hair. He felt utterly naked. That was him, just him, with no toppings nor flavor. He's too bland...even at his very best.