and i think i have a serious addiction problem.
this is BAD.
:/

but sometimes i can't help it.
and sometimes i can.
and sometimes i don't know what i'm doing anymore.

anyway, here's a poem that kind of describes how i feel right now.

a little piece of sky
and colour trapped
in this train of destination
in the white of desolation
amongst the dye.

finding the way in
was easy, exciting at first
then fluttering around and
around, with anxiety burst-
realising that i need to get out.

but even as i struggle
beat my wings against the
rain-streaked window
the train's taking me
somewhere i need to go.

STC Clique/Piehouse
■ANNABELLEliang
■ ELOISElie
■JUDITHlee
■RACHELtan

STC choir
■ahbung ying-Geok ying
■kakak kitkat-Kathlyn
■NENEK-Janet

08A07
■Desiree
■Vanessa
■Rahman
■Samuel
■Joshua (lok)
■Benedict
■Elise
■Leena
■Denise

08A06<3
■BEE (bzzt-sting)
■NET (the black)

Small Saltshakers
■ Abigail!
■Phoebe!
■ Victoria!

Saltshakers
■ Aaron
■ Charlene
■ Joshua (lui)
■ Joanne

um. nelson, suggest a title.
■ Nelson