DANYA
The Singaporienne: A Novel

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

7:04 PM
if you ever see someone outside school screaming like a lunatic, it might actually be me screaming, "SCREW YOU, SCHOOL!" for the simple fact that the system has to change. it's too rigid and strict and stringent that you can't even breathe. life has been usual. i stayed back in school with J to do maths right after the lit and ss paper. screw you, maths. tonight, i'm gonna have nightmares about trigo. like little words crawling all over me. words like SIN, COS, and TAN. and graphs and circles strangling me to death or something. WHOOPDEDOO. good luck for common tests, everyone. and please study. draw the line where your brain cells start to evaporate and your brain starts to rot. stop right there.