The Call

comex. laughing.
mulitude of films on sex workers. pondering.
zee avi. bbq chicken wings, kaya toast, satay, ice milo. 3 times. smiles with full bellies.
mango sago (HOW CAN THERE BE NO JIANG TANG?) memories.
east coast. kite flying. balloon helicopter. sparklers. old-school-balloons. 4am. laughter and running.

dont need to say goodbye. tears.

thank u.

god loves me, he sends me someone, one after another.

he-who-shall-not-be-named, lao yong, uncle leon.

and slowly i rise from the fall, i lean, depend, rely, and cease to crash and hit the ground, time and again. saved time and again by people around me.

mel loe:) xuanyu:) and my three successive safety nets who have stopped me from falling into the pits in their different ways.


Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Till they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye