I can't read maps either.

Is it alright to say I love the cemetery?

There is this strange, morbid calmness to be surrounded by gravestones when I was there on Tuesday. The faded photos - look at that quiet smile. The long years-ago that they lay six feet under when I wasn't even born yet. Imagine their eyes looking up to a sky they will never see. The graveyard is truly a beautiful place. Away from the bustling madness of the living, the endless blue canvas stretches beyond infinity. The rows of gravestones seem less depressing than monotonous-looking HDB flats on a hot Saturday afternoon. The hell papers and ashes and melted candles - like autumn you can never imagine. The black crow caws on a tree with no leaves.

Where do you think they go after they stop living? I am sure wherever is better than here.

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My body is crying bloody murder now. I still feel warm after a day out under the scorching sun, walking for what seems like eons. I am sick of the army propaganda spreading all over the island. So this is where your taxes go, people. To pointless publicities. And today affirms the fact that I am still very much an urbanite at heart. I love nature. But I am not a groupie. My principles also seem to have died when I enter the military. Somehow I feel I am no longer the person I used to be. I simply cannot be bothered by anything anymore.

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Meanwhile, I just watched the making of Be With Me. Samantha Tan sounded, well, nothing I had imagined her to be. And I am sick of downloading Six Feet Under. There is no more space on the laptop. I need to get the DVDs. It is by the way, the best television series ever made.

[earwax]: Sia - Breathe Me