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Alone But Far From Lonely.

Friday, July 20, 2007

So i missed the bus, the train and what other transportation that would take me to school by 7:40am. Being the newly baptised rebel that i am, i decided to take 190 all the way to Plaza Singapura and sat myself with a sausage mcmuffin and iced milo while i studied Oligopoly and read Sylvia Plath's autobiography. The tunes played were all from the 1980s and i loved each and every song while darting my eyes in between enclaves of social creatures. At about 10am, i knew i had to go and walked to the bus stop. I had a sudden desire to write so i whipped out my foolscap pad and wrote the following:

20th July 2007 a.k.a 2007.2007 10:20, at the junction.

I must be very well eccentric to revel in how the sun is beating down on me like i were an old dusty carpet. So hot that i could feel the convection currents of the Singapore dream - draped in red,white and lies. I saw a picture of Felicia,

19. 169cm. Multiple piercings on the ears. Nose piercing. Speaks fluent Malay. Might be confused for a Malay. Missing since 30th June 2007. If seen please contact Mrs Teo.

Numbers on numbers, pixellated pleas.

Traffic light oh traffic light show me the meaning of green.
Tell me that girls are meant to be mean.
Hold lust and hold life for they seem the same.
One day my death would mark out my name.

I guess I'll look up for a bus to take back to school when i feel like it. As of now, I still have several hours to burn.

sounds a wee bit amateurish but at least it was spontaneous. So i then headed to Lot1 library and read poetry by Ted Hughes till 1230pm and made my way to school.
It was good to be alone.
Yet i wasn't lonely.

caught a razor butterfly at - 7:51 PM |