So,
So what I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't need you
And guess what
I'm havin more fun
And now that were done
I'm gona show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool so
So what
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight


Makes me remember what it was about Pink that made me love her as a tween.
A spark A truckload of insanity; such a personality.
And the desire to be a ROCKSTAR.





The tree trunk part, and the one with the noob just-married couple, those really cracked me up.




I want a long, long holiday,
with you in one room and my family in a coupla others,
maybe I could rent a gigantic bungalow off the Caribbean,
or maybe it could just be the two of us.
Give me time to unwind, destress, spa, go snorkelling, look for seashells like I did as a kid.
Yeah, I think the two of us and a vacation sounds really good.


Today on the walk home from the bus stop, I skipped down the steps at my grandmother's old block, like I used to as a kid. Something I never do anymore, not for years. I looked to the right, beneath the bridge, where they found my dog after she slipped out the gate and got lost. A few more steps up, and my K2 kindergarten - up a little more, my K1 and nursery kindergarten. On the right, my siblings' primary school; on my left, the shop I always go to for tidbits and snacks, or a Sprite to cool the heat. Next to my block, the Shop n Save where all the aunties know my parents and grandparents. Behind my block, the Sheng Siong where the auntie pissed me off, with infinitely cheap stuff. In the void deck, where I used to scoot around in that plastic scooter of mine, trying to smash myself into the wall. The little step where I stand, place my arms around him and kiss him goodbye every time he sends me home. All around, places with good food, buses to infinite places, quick routes to a million mrt stations. So many memories, good and bad.

Maybe I'll be back someday, I'll miss the black floors and my parents' lime green walls. My exploded cooker, the sinking sinks. The filthy tub, the black doors, the dusty things cluttered around, which we've been sieving through and throwing away, heaving away half of our
memories...


I've been living here for almost 12 years...
I don't know how I can bear to leave, and I really wish we didn't have to.