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

8:01 PM reliving my childhood eh. i can't believe that it took me such a long time to blow that one bubble. hrmph, but i got used to it after a while. my grams just stood there shaking her head and muttering in tamil, something about me being six, not sixteen. samaka joined after a while and we threw bubbles out the wall-thingy, i have no idea what you call that. im just gonna call it a wall-thingy. wheee/