RETROESQUE.
IT DIDN'T HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN.
[version 20.11]


AUTHOR.


Juliana Mazlan, Singapore
16 December 1988

"We said what we feel, then we stop ourselves,
And just walk away.
Never looking back,
Let's just walk away."


TWEET TWEET.



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Dear Bloggie,



It totally doesn't matter if it's a long weekend, my deserving public holiday for being a Singapore citizen has been shelved. Oh thanks for the rostered night duty on two consequtive National Day(s) already, I wasn't aware the noncitizen celebrated the independence of our country much less know the lyrics of the national anthem to be worthy of enjoying the pyrotechnic display in commemoration of occasion. While I spare some time to keep tabs of the senior minister's rally appertaining to the revised Singapore Dream as we know it, it's such a crying shame altogether to learn the content of the NDP goodie bag snag a total of 171,000 online hits paralleled to the less-than-a-quarter influence of the recasted five Cs.

I've recovered an atrocious migrane attack braved throughout an eight-hour standing shift just by popping two paracetamol without even sleeping on it. I'm officially nocturnal, I've so much to say yet overwhelmed by a void space of nothingness in the meantime, just an abstract to mark a circumstance of significance.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered,
Juliana Mazlan

Monday, August 09, 2010 @ 5:22:00 AM

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