no regrets, just love.
at first i was like, what the hell did i get myself into?but then i knew.
chingay is overrrr and am kind of super upset about it, because
it turned out to be one of the better decisions i ever made, haha.
it was great great fun, sitting by the river and then sitting at the carpark and then
running around with the walkie-talkies and trying to kill someone who wanted
you to save her a balloon and running for the last train and running away to esplanade and
freaking out at the star wars clones, staggering home at midnight and feeding candy to the thing-which-is-not-a-frog.
his name is om nom :C
somehow coming to love this parade in a
funny sort of way.
jumping everytime they suddenly blew up the fireworks.
like how, we were near the water and the fireworks blowing up in our faces so near i swear if we stretched out we could have totally touched, or something.
and then letting a balloon go in what would have been a beautiful moment if
the stupid thing didn't get stuck in a tree.
and then running (protesting) all the way along sectors A B C to rush for the last flight
at the flyer, totally didn't think we would make it but
strangely enough we did,
and we kind of saw singapore from way up,
and everything kind of comes to life at night, i guess.
and you feel all sorts of strange emotions you never knew
you could feel.
it's being at the top of the world, you know?
and looking down on what could have been and what you did,
and realising, for that moment.
you know, there comes a time when you don't really need to say much
because you don't speak and it says so much more.
don't know.
but do you ever stop to think,
then forget to start again?
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