january… perseverance, the first phase of academic struggle;

february… sparkly eyes and voice of expression; a bosom friend, my light and treasure; something you lost will soon turn up — the secret of my heart; sweet chocolates from the sweetest; paper cranes for the loveliest one; the first of our merry midnights;

march… a soft wave, an awkward smile; late night conversations with the planes across the cosmos; international day, a rollercoaster of embarrassment, joy and sadness; exchanges of melodies, let our harmonies entwine; exploding hearts that holds words we struggle to say; racing heartbeats standing next to you; can i call you my dearest?; self-doubt, tear-stained pillows;

april… an adorable penguin keychain, letters addressed to heart; my dearest close friend, and a line i shall not cross; hugs from my polar bear-stie

may… piles and piles of papers; an expanding universe, will everyone drift farther away too?; city lights and nighttime supper; short-circuit of the brain, the asphyxiation of perfectionism; an evening with my heart onto strings; slow mornings and quiet lunches with friends;

june… salt streamed cheeks, anxieties bleed through the shirt; smiles of encouragement between every hurdle; bubbling laughter during dinnertimes, and the tangy taste of fish; the writer’s spirit dozing off, unable to wake; watching beads of sparkly sweat on the dancers, reflections of a friend’s gorgeous passion; a mouth that murmurs idiotically, irritably; the freedom in whirring down the slide, rain patters soft;

july... the loneliness of elderly, the ageing smile lines between the songs, and the soft afternoon mutterings with auntie janet; bubbles under the surface, wind blows the clouds; looking at the limelights from another perspective, a concert i never performed; the last bus rides with limitless laughter; chaotic dinnertimes and game sessions with e, n, m, k, ys, j; the vast sea sparkles, salt air; what lies under the surface is majestically wondrous, hues of the great blue sea; nights split by the horizon, something so bright turns into shadow, i cannot sleep; toes snuggled in sand, sun blares into my eyes; adventurous spirit reawakes with the vitality of the ocean depths, a grandiose eel, silhouettes of baby sharks, couplet of stingrays, and the wall of anchovies in synchronicity; how connections tingle playing skip-bo with teachers and friends; carried away by the tide, let the seas overcast me, perhaps this is what it means to feel alive and glad; the sun begins to set, i cannot bear let go of the light; dawn comes by soft, the saltwater splashes and kisses my face goodbye; in the bus a slumber spell is casted, and the final photo with everyone; a distinctly loud ‘bye’ to the utterments between l and me; a careful breakdown of walls to the person who has never given up pn me, my mother, listening to all my irrationalities; an afternoon car ride with my father, a dream of hillsides and starry nights; learning the skills of the iron, a supportive mother;