I dreamt myself performing in Macdonalds. Very weird but exciting dream.

I found it hard to sleep yesterday. The last time I couldn't sleep was during puasa. I ended up watching oprah till sahur.

I couldn't sleep coz something was bothering me. Sleeping's about switchin off the brain full-time and apparently, my brain was extra active, trying to get a poem together, which, amazingly, fell nicely into place(tho my writing's rusty now). Maybe, it's the graduation-blues

Bus One Nine Zero

I used to take a bus, not so long ago.
The bus with my name carved on the back row.
The one which came right on six seventeen.
A minute late, and there goes that moving machine.

It was the bus with the petite man who's in his late sixtees,
Sitting infront, chatting with the driver in Cantonese.
The bus where I stole glances at the beautiful working lady,
Who alighted at the same stop as me.

The bus which travelled on the endless highway.
The next stop, was just a thousand miles away.
And when the bus was about to exit the BKE,
There stood three Singtel satelite dishes, welcoming us to PIE.

It's funny how we meet each other everyday,
But we spoke nothing, nothing much to say.
So here I am, writing a poem,
About the bus, which I won't get to ride any longer.

Well, I used to take a bus, not so long ago,
And it was Bus One Nine Zero.