11.3.10

Swing my swing high



i decided to take a giant step by going out of the house. ever since i moved back from Rowell to the suburbs i didn't feel like heading out anymore. now i've got a tan from swinging in the park last sarturday hahaha unbelieavable. i brought my writing to Fort Canning and it sure feels different writing outdoors.




strangely, there was a little note at the side of the swing and curious-me opened it up and tried deciphering... some children trying to find a poison flower for the witch.


10.3.10

standing far away from the normal society

my mom feels safer when i travel, cos at least when i'm away, my life is insured. sometimes life can be such a joke, pulling your leg in any way possible. the day you find out you haven't been covered for the past 2 or 3 years you start wondering what you've been doing.

the rosy insurance lady said "how can you be living like that?"
i said i don't know. i think i was living, somehow?
isn't happiness all that matters?
"there's reality darling. the real world, you know?"

i don't know much about the real world. maybe it's a sign that i should head off somewhere. i feel happier when i'm away. i think distance plays a part in making everything beautiful.

till the day i get my insurance, i'm not covered.
so if i die tomorrow, you know i love you.