It’s eight in the morning and i feel like doing a little writing,
Three hours have passed since the bed has been left in its present state,
Two hours since the darkness was broken by the first streak of light,
One hour since the coffee ran cold and the effect of the caffeine worn off;
Hey you – how have you been doing lately?
It’s been awhile and I hope you’re doing well;
Do you remember the hours we spent sitting by the park benches breathing the fresh air?
Have you forgotten the afternoons when we sat playing with toys in the middle of the hall?
Can you recall the moments when we enjoyed an ice cream on a warm summer afternoon?
Will you keep in your memories the nights we spent staying up chatting and counting the twinkling stars?
Are you still there when I need you around?
Or are you just a fragment of my imagination,
Nowhere to be found?
(just to make things a little more interesting, people who chance upon this post are welcome to guess what or who this scribble is about. I wouldn’t call it a poem because it simply isn’t up to scratch yet. Well please do personal message / text / facebook / some way some how tell me what you think. looking forward to hearing interesting answers!)
I loved Robin Williams for all his humour and acting, and I think he was absolutely fantastic. It’s a sad loss, but thank you Williams for all that you’ve given to the world.
I particularly loved his role as English teacher John Keating in Dead Poets Society; absolutely inspirational movie and role. My Lit teacher Mrs Perry showed us a snippet of DPS for literature lecture earlier and it was this exact bit here. I got so much feels from it, and I think I’ll watch it again sometime soon.
I think there’s something to be proud of for each and every citizen,
To look at the country’s change and development over the years,
To feel that connection to the country like one feels towards the home,
For it is in the country that the home is situated in;
Indeed we look towards universal ideals – humanistic philosophies and values,
But as we move towards an increasingly globalized world of interconnectedness,
As the globe becomes a seemingly smaller place and a mentally tinier space,
Let us remember that home is where our heart is;
A sea of red and white balloons swamp up into the air amidst the cheers,
Half a century of nationhood to look back upon and much more to look forward to,
Singapore a country where the young and old feel a pride and belonging to,
Where in our hearts this tiny red dot occupies a special little corner dear;
‘Our People, Our Home’ – I hope that is what our country holds to be,
In the years before and the years that are to come for you and me – we.