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Underwater
Desperate for some kind of certainty in life right now, and about the future. Was I right to make the decisions I made, or too cowardly to steer away from the Singaporean dream. What is the Singaporean dream anyway? What are dreams? Are they things we wish upon the stars, or the could have beens that will never be? Or are they opportunities within ( Read more... ) -
Seasons are changing, and tides are rising.
Some days, I need you to be my hiding place. -
Of poor poetry:
So, yesterday wasn't just a dream. I can live with that.
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"Manhattan, of course."
Dear,
Don't be a visitor. Don't shake my hand, don't bring any wine, don't carry a bag with you. Don't ask if you can come by at 7pm, or if you can have my 5-11pm next Tuesday. Don't ask if I've got any beer in the fridge, or if you can come up to use the toilet. Don't patronise me when you're feeling out of sorts, don't act like you like the ( Read more... ) -
If anything
Make it count, or leave it be nothing at all. -
Recycled from outer-space.
“You’re the anchor that holds me, and that is why we’ll always make it.”
I spent the past couple of nights wondering about all the different possibilities in life. There must be an infinite number of permutations and combinations of who meets who at one precise moment in one specific location with one determining factor of whether or not they’re ( Read more... ) -
I said I'd never come back but-
We tread carefully around each other's stories, curious to peek at what's beneath the ice but never quite breaking it. Sometimes, I'd get a glimpse of that corridor of doors you keep locked and bolted. Other times, you'd discover another drawer of intangible answers that often seem to make no sense. We're curious, but cautious, and not quite rude ( Read more... ) -
Dear Eljay,
Everyone's gone. I've moved on. Though, a tiny portion of my heart will always cling on to this space, like a ghost lingering around with unfinished business. Maybe one day I'll come back again, and excavate this journal of used-to-bes. Or maybe I never will, because what does the past matter anyway? One thing's for sure- I'll never forget. I'll ( Read more... )
