"I do not think that they will sing to me"

But we sang to them! It feels good to empty your lungs of air from time to time.

Anyhow, it is night now.

The luminous clock face of Nanyang Primary School reads 2 am. It is related to its cousin at NYGH.

The architecture tries to retain some of the flavour of the old school. Not enough though, considering the old one was decrepit, squalid, with mildew on the walls and ghosts of old girls comitting suicide because of lost loves.

It also had a green railing around and a multi-purpose basketball court thingie which was used mainly by the girls to play volleyball and basketball. And the area around my school was filled with hordes and hordes of girls such that in my search for quietness sometimes i would drop one stop early and walk in via king's road.

there used to be an a & w too, and a haagen dazs. it was a good slice of suburbia.

it still is. just that now its mostly cars dropping kids off in school. and maybe i just wake up too early and come home too late.

late late into the night.

st valentine's head was served on a plate to the roman emperor.

al capone's gang was also responsible for the st valentine's day massacre.

paper windmills spinning 3 by 3. menage a trois.

and the mermaids whistle through the night. they will not sing to you, but lest they do, do not turn your head.

or you will fall asleep, like you have wanted to.,

hush hush darling. the street lights will be on till next morning.

they effuse a warm glow 'etherizing' the streets, saying ' while i am turned on, nobody will be raped here, for i am the guardian of this street.'

but beware the subdued savagery of nocturnal nature. steer clear of reservoir parks and construction sites, the mothers say.

hmmm mm mmm, and we could be like this forever.