na nu hai dui wo shuo
shuo wo bao hu ta de meng
shuo zhe shi jie
dui ta zhe yang de bu duo
ta jian jian wang le wo
dan shi ta bing bu xiao de
bian ti ling shang de wo
yi tian ye bu zai ai guo

na nu hai dui wo shuo
shuo wo shi yi ge xiao tou
tou ta de hui yi
sai ru wo de nao hai zhong
wo bu xu yao zi you
zhi xiang bei zhe ta de meng
yi bu bu xang qian zou
ta gei de yong yuan bu chong

The past. Subtly yet perhaps fatal. Went to ecp yesterday for night cycling. The sand, the breeze, the stars, the small rocky jettys, the stone benches, even the litter. A burden.



Night cycling was fun, except that the gears for my bike was a lil screwed up, so those who cycled me had to bear with it too. Thanks to qiaoping, yi-shyan, and kenneth (rolls royce). Should have seen kenneth's legs when he cycled at top speed at the end when we're going back to the jetty at ecp. Zoomed past me and qiaoping.

Of esplanade, fort canning and geylang. Of shouting names, snatching sweets and eating supper. Of waiting for supper. Or looking out for traffic. Of seeing fellow night-cyclists. Of watching sunrise. Of leg and buttock aches.