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

9:47 PM song of the day today - A Beautiful Mess, ive been feeling very songy these past few days. lots happened, hahaha. ((((((: i love smiling. HAHAHA. kay, random. but im guessing someone might get me. randomrandom danya. beaming with glee, or as charmaine would say it, bleaming with ghee. HAHA.

i need to stop dancing like a fool in touch. and stop eating grains from the ground. eugh, they keep getting into my tumbler and my water and ice tastes like the field, and i know because i know what the field tastes like, seriously, hahaha. ive had my face on the ground more times than ive had it in the air, because of all my falling down. AND, ive swallowed the grains from the ground too. wowee, goodjob, danya selvakumar.

details in fabric ringing in my head. my brother is a sweetheart, he bought me timtams, but i cant eat. bleah. i drank two cans of red bull on an empty stomach, and after that, i couldnt eat. ate lunch and puked everything out, eugh. and my tummy is gurgling, eughh. i can hear it. well, usually the people sitting near me can hear me. im not hungry, my stomach's just weak, so if you're near me the next time, and if you hear it, im not hungry, haha. bleahh. my bobby pins are hurting my head, but they're like my new best friends, i love 'em to death cause they do a great job at pinning up my horrid fringe. i want my clown blankie ): it's in the wash, i cant sleep without it, rawr. at least i got my georgie. i shall sleep on the bumblebee bean bag today. rawr, it's either that or i shall go steal my blankie from mujika before she washes it. okay, i think i shall go do that. it's not dirty or stinky or anything, i dunno why she wants to wash it also, i bet she just feels like it. rawr. haha. dont care, im taking my blankie back.

A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are [x7]
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

byebye