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

2:07 AM hello, let's talk about time.
what goes by from 8pm to 9pm at the gingerbread house?
well. time goes by. learnt that from sandra, the fairytale detective.
what exactly am i talking about? i have no idea, but the main point is time goes by.

mm. kay, i cant sleep. my tigger cant handle my hugs, i accidentally pulled a whisker, heh.

sitting here in my room, staring at the vomityellow painted wall which i still, to date, insist that it reminds me of sunshine.
sitting here in my room, feeling myself succumb to the sound of the fan above me, like it's about to dismantle and crash down on my crown.
sitting here in my room, watching the new rose-printed deep red curtains sway a little from the wind.

my windchime isnt moving anymore much. hasnt made a sound for days, i think. i should go play with it like i used to. push that ball at the end that always seems like it's about to fall out, and listen to it tinkle.

im in a weird mood, can you tell. hahah. rawr.
i shall go listen to music.

Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!—One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?

- Macbeth



hmm, still, there seems to be that spot and yet, time passes by. kayy, weirdweird mood, hahah.
nightss.