yes, it's Sunday.
You know, i still can't see this. As in, this post. And all the previous posts.
So
You must be asking, why am i still doing this?
That's kinda hard to explain.
Why do people sleep in?
Why do we choose pepsi over coke? (or vice versa? or, more importantly, over water?)
Why?
You really want to know?
I was in a taxi today, en route to tts. (You really want to know why i'm going there?) It was on PIE, Pan-Island not 3.14159, the meter read $8.80. Plugged in was Tangerine Dream by Do As Infinity. Outside, separated by a mere piece of glass, some bitumen, a fence and the physical impossiblity of a human like me just, you know, walking through that door. Was that compound.
Kallang Basin. That SUCKY swimming pool, if it even can be called that.
Then, it was the tennis court.
A peek into the old canteen. Empty. Dark. Disused.
When it used to be full of mischief.
The Grandstand. Whitewashed.
All in 5 seconds.
Zoom. The Singaporean way. Now, I'm still listening to that song. Thinking of The Grandstand. Thinking of where " Thy Sons Are We" could possibly disappear to. And how could it still remain within, fresh like it was just yesterday. Thinking of..
...why can't they just leave The Grandstand alone?
remember [10:29 PM]
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