Scraps

Been doing some big time spring cleaning: got about 20 cds to sell to cash converters, threw out a whole lotta rubbish (school notes, photos, useless christmas and birthday gifts)

But I found scraps of paper on which i scribbled down my random thoughts, circa early 2004 ( post A-levels). pretty entertaining. Let me share two:

(i think i was scribbling this while doing mundane and mindless data entry at a well-known bank. Lesson for banks: don't hire post-A level kids. We are kind of careless when computing important client information. haha)

10 a.m. : Listened to Tori (Amos) on player

10.30 a.m: Thinking of buying SP's (smashing pumpkins) Siamese Dreams

11 a.m: Salivating at the thought of Siglap Food Centre's rojak. Reads two news articles

11.20 a.m.: Yawn

11.40 a.m.: Evesdrops on others talking about their children

12.00 p.m.: Loo time!

12.01 p.m. : Weekend creeps into my head

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(my draft for a collage made from magazine scraps. For my valentine at that time, using bits of lyrics from various songs by Ash. I cringe upon reading it now. haha, so childish for a love poem, not original somemore.)

Move closer, set my mind on fire,
something in your glances puts a spell on me.

As the world fades all around,
feel it taking over,
the warmth of skies at sunset.
I want to linger in this glow.

You're all that I can see. (I've got a good feeling)

You're a constant source,
you're a shining light.
Incandescent in the darkest night,
An epiphany you burn so bright.

You light up my life, dude.