sooo.... singapore, least emotional country in the world. (or even better, cause of the arab-israeli conflict(??))
i feel obliged to post an emo singaporean love poem (from sonnets from the singlish).
those were the years, and she the girl we chased
though these are marrying times, it seems as if
I haven't had the honor yet to grace
the wedding of a girl I used to chase.
(or worse, succeeded in going out with.)
(or fucked.) (or met her parents.) (more than once.)
(or had her cheat on me.)(and take her back.)
(then, clearly, marry someone else.) the fact
is that I'd probably go, given the chance.
ladies and gentlemen, the time has come
to make a toast. I take an extra-deep
long breath, and slowly, surely, let it go -
to all the happiness her heart can hold.
later, her husband asks, "who was that creep
who simply just refused to stop the yaaaaaam?!"
a singaporean poet with an unhealthy addiction to metrical forms.
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