i had absolutely the best time of my life yesterday. (that would be the 5th. hint hint, people? or do i need a sledgehammer to drive it home?) wine, bag of chips, waves, GODDAMN FUCKING WINE OPENER WHICH WAS AN ABSOLUTE WASTE OF MY BLOODY CASH CONSIDERING I HAVE LIKE TEN AT HOME, BUT THIS IS OK, the beach in general, the supposed-and-suprisingly-genuine-apparent charm of using paper cups (however, there's a distinct lack of a *cling* when you toast. there's just sort of a wet soft clunk).......

perfection under the cover of........ well sadly i cant say stars. Singapore, hub of so many damn things (Bio-tech hub! Toilet conventions hub! Shipping hub! -at this point i'm sorely tempted to say "shitting hub" just for the semi-rhyme - Bio-med hub! IT hub! Arts hub!), is so hubbed-out (now there's a phrase) that the stars are hubbed-off. light pollution from all the damn hubs (last time i use that word i swear) blocks all the stars in the sky, rendering them nothing but silent voices in the void, crying out endlessly but never heard in fair Singapore.




Hubhubhubhubhub (i just had to).






sadly, the ending of today's left me with a sour,nasty taste in my mouth. There's just a way you can sometimes have of saying things without meaning to be upsetting or anything that just makes me miserable. And i almost never know what it is i've done. "woe is me". i wish you were alright and happy, with a best friend to hang out with when i'm not around/when you need someone. i wish you had no regrets about staying. i guess i wish a lotta things.



if wishes were fishes there'd be no space in the sea
if i were a horse thats not where i would be
i'd gallop and gallop thru fields ever free
but alas, i am human, and thus "woe is me".

my wishes are many, my answers are few
and yet that dont matter now that i have you
sometimes though it seems you feel so so blue
and there's naught that any, even i, can do.


but i'll keep on trying.