Fly me back...to where my home is?

very small, on the middle of the well, in between two square tiles, the words peep out behind the surface of the ceramic, so tiny they're barely there, you wouldn't notice except by accident...but when by accident your eyes fall on them, the words shout at you, their loud message reverberates and breaks through the seeming shackles that hold them back. "i shall live!", they cry out, and you want to applaud, and cry at the same time, because it sounds feeble even to your own ears. the strength behind the words seems eclipsed by the larger, harsher surroundings...you want to root for the underdog, but you're not sure the underdog wants to be rooted for. i shall live...he, she, it said...but what were they fighting that made it a challenge to survive? or maybe it doesn't matter what they were fighting, because the cry is universal...i shall live...isn't that what we're all striving for? even the happiest of people say deep down inside of them...i shall live...like they won't be happy unless they do so. it is a mantra we chant to get us through the worst of days, it is a thought that sings inside us on the best, it's a rhythm that sets the pace of our heartbeat. i shall live...but to what end? the words, very small, on the middle of the wall, in between two square tiles seem an act of desperation, yet one laced with hope, like the prisoner who carves marks on his cell wall to count the days...days spent locked up, or days left to freedom? the distinction hardly matters...the act of counting in itself a tribute to life. i shall live...very small, on the middle of the wall, in between two squre tiles, but still there...life, struggling, breaking through...i shall live.
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it's amazing what bathroom graffitti (chris, hdysi?) can make you think of...it's amazing what you look out for when you're peeing! ok, maybe it's just me.
went for my friend's bday dinner tonight, spent a lot of money on her bday present and dinner...not that i grudge her that or anything, but it was an american friend...when my s'porean friends celebrate birthdays, we always do it very economically, whereas the americans just splurge.
we blindfolded her all the way to the restaurant (a mexican place called chevvy's, mexican food not exactly my favorite though), and put on this tiara for her. at the restaurant, it was practically everyone else's birthday as well...the restaurant ppl do this clapping thing for their birthday guests and give them free dessert...they sure gave out a lot of free desserts tonight!
anyway, it's getting late, so i'll keep this short.
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