It swims! It spews! It gets struck by lightning!
It seems I've been published again!
Wow. I'm truly honoured. In actual truth I had no idea there was going to be any anthology at all, I just wrote the poem because I was told to do so. Nonetheless, it was a nice surprise to see in my junk mail folder (which I thankfully decided to check before it emptied itself out). Does that make me a cheesy patriot poet I wonder?
I kind of regret the fact that I didn't title it better though. Then again, anything else would probably have tripled the cheese.
Also: Of all the dates to pick, they pick the day right before the SS paper. Not Math or Chemistry, but SS. Twist of bad fate, I can has it. I wasn't so troubled by it when I replied to the email yesterday telling them I couldn't make it but Alfian Sa'at? Ng Yi-Sheng? Talk about rubbing salt into the wound. Wretched O Levels are wretched, friends.
In other average news, I very nearly lost my biology textbook today, leading me to spend the day in a state of constant anxiety. I'd almost given up after triple checking every place I went to yesterday, until on my second dejected trip to the staff room Mrs Cha caught me midway and told me to check her pigeonhole. i don't think I had ever been so happy to see my thick, worn-out, dog-eared and obnoxiously yellow textbook. It probably didn't warrant a victory dance all the way back to my classroom, but even little things need to be celebrated sometimes. It helps that I was totally happy to study Heredity for the first time ever.
In utterly regular news, I'm tired again. This lethargic lament does make me feel rather old.
Wow. I'm truly honoured. In actual truth I had no idea there was going to be any anthology at all, I just wrote the poem because I was told to do so. Nonetheless, it was a nice surprise to see in my junk mail folder (which I thankfully decided to check before it emptied itself out). Does that make me a cheesy patriot poet I wonder?
I kind of regret the fact that I didn't title it better though. Then again, anything else would probably have tripled the cheese.
Also: Of all the dates to pick, they pick the day right before the SS paper. Not Math or Chemistry, but SS. Twist of bad fate, I can has it. I wasn't so troubled by it when I replied to the email yesterday telling them I couldn't make it but Alfian Sa'at? Ng Yi-Sheng? Talk about rubbing salt into the wound. Wretched O Levels are wretched, friends.
In other average news, I very nearly lost my biology textbook today, leading me to spend the day in a state of constant anxiety. I'd almost given up after triple checking every place I went to yesterday, until on my second dejected trip to the staff room Mrs Cha caught me midway and told me to check her pigeonhole. i don't think I had ever been so happy to see my thick, worn-out, dog-eared and obnoxiously yellow textbook. It probably didn't warrant a victory dance all the way back to my classroom, but even little things need to be celebrated sometimes. It helps that I was totally happy to study Heredity for the first time ever.
In utterly regular news, I'm tired again. This lethargic lament does make me feel rather old.