If the weight of your world is too much to bear
Open up to me, your worries I’ll share
If I can’t resolve, I’ll help find a way
Don’t bottle it up or your troubles will stay

I know you might think I’m hot and I’m cold
But hey I assure you my feelings still hold
It’s just that sometimes emotions run deep
So please don’t hate me or call me a creep

Times have been tough more for you than for me
My eyes wide open, your plight now I see
I’ll make it a point to put all your needs first
Before you break and you finally burst

But do understand too that I sometimes falter
I’m human after all, moods periodically alter
I hope you know I’m trying my best
We trudge through together with zeal and zest

Book outs are so precious
They’re so rare; it makes me anxious,
Book outs tend to be rather short
A timing for everything I allot.

Normal ones are forty eight
Just enough time for a movie date,
I’ve experienced much shorter ones before
Barely enough for an afternoon snore.

If book outs are on Friday
Silent cheers and grumpiness fade away,
Saturday there’s more time to spare
So rest thoroughly; for Sunday we prepare.

Bookout day is finally here
Fall in quickly in a three row tier,
The mood is up we’re fine and dandy
Area cleaning; ensure our boots aren’t sandy.

I jet back home to wash my wares
I slice some apples and skin some pears,
I take a lengthy luke warm shower
I snooze till the waking hour.

Can’t take any breaks nor waste any time
I soon realised army and leisure don’t rhyme,
Perpetually rushing I’ve got lots more to do
Saturdays are a nightmare; its true.

Sundays I prepare my field pack
Optimism is what I gravely lack,
Causing my tolerance to shave thin
Learn to “look forward” to booking in.

I arrive at the terminal all glum and blue
My happiness fade, away it flew,
Others flash smiles and sinister scowls
While we fall in in orderly neat files.

Looking forward to the next book out
Where once again, we sing and shout,
Such is life of a lowly recruit
Many others will follow suit.

In the morning six thirty-two,
the window blinds I slowly drew;
Through the sky a tangerine shade,
this is what our God has made.

A vivid streak across the sky,
curious me, I start to pry;
I cringe at the majesty of dawn,
soak in the air before its gone.

After an entire sleepless night,
the birds are such a refreshing sight;
As the fleet flock in chaotic order,
through the horizon and broader.

As the well rested bodies emerge,
from the boudoir to the bathroom they surge;
Fresh linens folded and beds made,
hectic rush in a bid not to be late.

Dew drops loom on the surfaces green,
as hair brushes perm and vain pots preen;
No time to be wasted the sun’s charging up,
the day is beginning, chug the coffee cup.

As butchers lay out their wares for sale,
and commuters rush till their faces turn pale;
I lie in bed smirking and gawk at it all,
thankful I don’t have a wake up call.

The Past two days were leisure and slow,
but now’s the time to rush and go;
The rude transition upon us is dawning,
that’s what I like to call Monday morning.

Ask me anything http://formspring.me/teemowang I will definitely answer it super sincerely and to the best of my abilitee

The friendships that I forge today
Seem to follow all the way
I am glad I found this bunch
For breaks, recess and daily lunch

Bonds I forge are here to stay
Friends we are till hair turn gray
Laugh and play all that we do
Skip the lectures hide in the loo

As all these draw to an end
I am sad, I won’t pretend
Eyes opened wide, the future we see
Trudging everyday, the best is yet to be

Vanilla is understated, simple yet nice
But many don’t even stop to think twice
When they give such treasure a miss
And risk their taste buds eternal bliss

Vanilla is wholesome, rich and pure
This unique mix has such allure
That one spoon isn’t enough to taste
The thickened mixture of vanilla paste

As you work your way through the pint
You realise your tongue quivers and your teeth grind
As you crave for more of the divine
Oh vanilla, would u be mine

Its days like this when the sun hang high and your worries run dry

Revving their motors at the starting line
Damn these rides are far from fine
They turn the corners, whisk down the lanes
The speeds they clock are just insane

The performers wrapped up the show
They worked their magic when spirits were low
Lambert and Mariah were two of the best
Mariah was ethereal when she closed the fest

What made all this great was the company
As we rushed to get tags to the fans gallery
All the stupid things we did while we’re there
I’m glad for this opportunity, these moments we share

Studio Festi, a fringe show during the Singtel Singapore Grand Prix

Studio Festi