COUGH COUGH

... ahh.. so your still here then, are you?
hmmm.. this complicates things.

The Writer

The Temasek Typers (Viva la alliteration!)

Dinah Farah Lizzy Soefie Shereen Sugu Shuuji Sakina Maryam

Hmmm...

Arthur Kong Brandon Wong Cheyenne Dora Geetha Freda Jonathan Eu Kyle Kubo Nadia Shane Meyer

ooh.. I wouldnt click this if I were you

Another distant radio medley

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Keep off the grass, please

crazy tragic magic
The dog days are over
Hey There Sakina
soefies mom
The Spider and The Leaf
i feel the sun creeping up
its all a matter of perspective
thislove
lingua
in kenya

How does a glass of lime, sound right now?

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Friday, January 13, 2012

6 hours

till my essay is due.

---

the walls have ears.
thankfully no tongue.

--

memories, unlike food, provides you no fuel, "burning fat prolongs existence till the next round is served".
for once consumed, left empty, the soul you intended to feed rages, acid reflex, hungers and starves for this
faint distant more-distantly unattainable nostalgia.

I have no photographs, but I have music on replay,
drowning out the echoes of my howling heart,
distracting.

me.
from my essay.

..
even whilst adrift the same shores, i longed for you.