and for applause we’ll get up get up
i’ll fight,
if you want me to fight.
i’ll laugh,
if you want me to laugh.
and cancel out the sun,
i will, i will,
you know i sure will.
cause all you need is a pretty song,
if you wanna sing,
tell me what you wanna sing
and i’ll play, yeah i’ll play.
the chequered flag
everybody was in line. the 5 red lights lit up and then went off, and the engines purred their delight. as the roaring animals made their way through the beautiful night air, past the esplanade and the flyer and the fullerton, the view from the helicopter was stunning.
and as for me, i was so far away, with the tv screen and the speakers for company. but within me i knew, that everywhere around the world this was the singapore that they’re seeing. plus i haven’t even began to mention, what a race!
as the dust begins to settle at marina bay and the adrenaline dies down, i could look back at my 120 minutes on the couch, and mean it when i say i’m proud to be a singaporean.
a moment like this
i still remember that precise moment in what seemed like an eternity ago. when it struck me like lightning, and i caught myself thinking “yes i would love to be enveloped in that laughter, each day and everyday.”
and so it is
i am rather afraid of wherever i’m going.
but i think going there with you would be very nice indeed.
Cath…
Cath, she stands, with a well-intentioned man.
But she can’t relax, with his hand on the small of her back.
And as the flash bulbs burst,
She holds a smile, like someone would hold a crying child.
And soon everybody will ask, what became of you?
‘Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn’t know what to do.
Cath, it seems that you’re living someone else’s dream.
In a hand-me-down wedding dress,
and the things that could have been, all repressed.
But you said your vows, and you closed the door
on so many men who would have loved you more.
And soon everybody will ask what became of you
‘Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn’t know what to do
The whispers that it won’t last roll up and down the pews.
But if their hearts were dying that fast,
They’d have done the same as you.
And I’d have done the same as you.
note to dearest secret people:
“At worse, one is in motion; and at best,
Reaching no absolute, in which to rest,
One is always nearer by not keeping still.”
- Thom Gunn
schooooool
work at school never stops piling up. it’s like the snow that pummels your backyard, and just when you thought you’ve swept it away it piles up again in an hour or so. it never stops snowing over here, and at times i feel so snowed under.
but yes, so far so good. two tiny tests, two good results.
but like a long and hard premier league season, winning the first two games in a season of 38 ain’t gonna win you the title. all the matters is the remaining 36 games now. and putting it all into a cruder, colder perspective, it’s 12/500 that i’ve secured. good for a bit of optimism, but hardly the cue for any jubilant celebration.
i realise that i might slowly be coming to love academia, and i want so badly for it to love me back.
crraapppp
i feel like slitting my wrists cause i spent 2 hours researching on the wrong poem. @:
flying without wings
happybirddaytomehappybirddaytomehappybirddaytoooomeeeeee. happybirddaytome.
thank you to all the special people who made it super special! (:
:(
over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
again.
feel like rain
we love that game that we never play,
cause we will lose and we wanna stay
the way we are.
i hate these zero-sum games that i shouldn’t be playing and talking to myself about kinda nothing at all.
