ms. heng,
ms. kim,
mrs. bowness,
mr. ang.
exco.
powerpoints,
char kway teow with cockles
and
laksa
or
heart attack on a plate.
swimming in oil
the cockles live out their after-life in my stomach.
(hope they aren't still there)
films
moving scenes
outside the bus window
stunning shots
spot-on
bodies strewn on the ground
and jackie chan fighting evil.
sunset
sunrise
cooped up in dil's room
freezing for 45 minutes
taking pictures
of sunrise
sunset
moving bus
road of invisible potholes
shaking hands
bruised knee
kneeling on red mat
proposing to the television
across penang bridge
'thank you' party
singing up the mountain
ann asleep with her glasses on
funny photos
friendships formed
exco meetings
'ten minutes long'
ended
one hour later.
drive home
photos again
cars drive past
in fluid darkness
streams of
red
green yellow.
school cheer.
seminar.
memories.
all held in this squashed little blue star.
such a heavy burden for such a tiny thing!
--By Yue Lin
I apologise for not updating in about a century. The above can't really be called a poem, I feel. It's basically all of Seminar, crammed into half a page. I will do my best to update more often, do not hurl those rotten fruits at me. Much appreciated.

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