HELLO.
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll
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Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll |
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Sunday, August 09, 2009, 7:28 PM
Usually about this time of the year: I'd be having fun high-ing in red, white, stars, crescent and glitter; picking up scarlet hairties from Aries at JE MRT; looking forward to the whole battery of days off; painting my toenails red;buying Mod-style white retro earrings; finishing my math homework in anticipation of all the holidays; scrawling notes and doodling in red gel pen on my notebooks; quarrelling about outfits for compering; asking in indignation why the next batch of comperes get to pick their own outfits; singing National Day songs arm-in-arm-swaying-right-left-right-left with my friends; trying to sing the translations in other languages without breaking into giggles; waving the flag like a mad woman; getting red eyes from late nights; picking out scarlet gloss at the drugstore; heading out to town, then running back before the crowds hit; ordering pizza/food from the Bt Timah food centre through Father over the phone; stocking up on soft drinks, junk food and the like; covering my ears and squinting at the F-16 formations while standing at the balcony window; cheering as the parachuters land; screaming as the fireworks explode across the sky; listening to the boom of the dynamite over the forest; feeling proud that you've grown one more year and loving you more than ever. Happy Birthday, Singapore. |