| Standing on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, we can't be heard I will remember you
Will you remember me? |
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| I've been laughing so much lately! The serious back-ache, choking, soundless, teary kind of laughter. Sometimes it gets so unbearable! 
gnome.  
"I can see what you have down there." 
"EYE SEE INTO YOUR PHUTURE." -wen ling |
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| As of today, my cotton candied naivety concerning giant tortoises has been brutally beaten up and thrown out the window landing in a faraway place where crocodiles are used as bolsters in baby cots and giant tortoises have marshmallowed gums. It was a bloody mess. Why was I not paying attention to where Claude's mouth was wandering? Oh, Yeah, I was busy interrupting the Chinawoman's repeated attempts to feed Astove with her own packed food. What nerve... So when Claude eagerly chomped on my unsuspecting finger, I was traumatised. I yanked it on reflex. I am THAT brilliant. But I think none of the visitors were aware of this insufferable affair, because as soon as Claude released, I hid the finger. After all of them left, I drew it out again and went HOLY SHITTT FY FAN FAN FAN! My finger is now pulsating and burning. It feels terrible and makes me want to slide down deep under my covers and drift off to sleep forever and ever. Despite this, I maintain that giant tortoises are lovely creatures. Just... bloody keep your fingers away from their mouths. |
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| Last saturday evening, Priz and I were hungry but we didn't feel like a full dinner. So we were finding something light to eat, when we saw T.G.I Friday. Priz got very excited "wait, WAIT- do they sell PANCAKES THERE?!" The thought of being served a stack of fresh buttermilk pancakes at that point of time was just... spiritually uplifting. We half-ran to the place. Alas, they haven't officially brought in their pancakes, but the manager told us they were currently in discussion to bring in the full menu. Pancakes.... It would be nice if we had a hundred of these pancakes cafes and quaint delis scattered across the island. 
I'd like to live in a Singapore that has the lingering scent of maple syrup, heated buttermilk and freshly cut fruits in every neighbourhood.
And also trees big and strong enough to hold treehouses. JUST SAYING. |
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