no poem is able to stir up my emotions like this one does,

or maybe because its the only one i came across.

its full moon today.

nope, doesn't reminds me of vampires.

brings up my confusion towards this classic literary term instead.

what is the moon actually.

is it a friend? always guarding there day and night, yet its presence is only felt during the dark.

is it a foe? shining the insomnia, always there when separation takes place.

it could shine brightly, or shade behind the gloomy clouds.

it could be round, or incomplete.

or does this all sum up to life. the helplessness.

但愿人长久，千里共婵娟

theres always this warm feeling when i know we'r sharing the same moon. (:

i mean i know the part bout derogatory, i'm guilty as well, but now i find it humiliating to use the term.

just imagine how the jap used to mock us with it.

i remembered i posted how the term cheenah should be used to distinguish the real irritating ones from us singaporeans after all the evolving and everything.

but then again, singapore is only at her tender age of 45 for a country.

who are we?

are we chinese?

yes, our skin colour is yellow!

but we don't really use chinese, infact, some despise it and go all the way to insult their own language.

we speak english,we write english, we use it for communication.

sometimes, i do wonder how the english view us.

a counterfeit iphone made in china could be capable of all the functions an apple iphone possess.

but the point is, it is not made in the US.

a counterfeit is still a counterfeit.

then, who am i?

a very muti-racial, muti-language, muti-nationalist singaporean still growing. (:

hi, im finally having the time (&mood) to blog!

singapore golden melodies is always the most predictable.

they go all the way out to please their guests, to the extent of making up an amusing-sounding category!

last year, they won 1 out of 6 nominations when they did not attend.

this year, they hugged away 3 out of 2 nominations.

see what i mean? LOL

but anws. always deserving.

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& I AM FINALLY 17. not that i like growing up. but anw,

thanks for the wishings, the celebration, the presents (:

new shirt, new pouch, new skirt(?!), new pouch, and a brand new me.