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Scribbling [a] Runaway History


Like Shakespeare in Love


Hello (:

I'm Sylvia. I enjoy the company of good friends and food.
I'm currently,
serving as a chair at Teck Ghee Youth Executive Committee;
chasing dreams at Molehill;
and doing Marketing & Public Relations at Levitate Studios.

Join my endeavors with the following:
Singapore Open Gaming Convention 2015
SG50 Countdown Party @ Bishan Park
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Sunday, 16 November 2008
Cling on.
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When the sky darkens, and the clouds start to roar.
Your heart thumps a little faster, and you wonder when the raindrops would fall.

People start to take out their brollies.
Daddies shelter Mummies, and Mummies shelter Kids.

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter.
Hand in hand, they go home together.

The streets are quiet, and homes are warm.
Then I ponder, why I'm cold and worn.


Feeling blue and out of place.
Teardrops form, and fall from my face.

Clinging on to my old sweater,
I feel warmth in this cold weather.

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter.
Where is Daddy, Mummy and Umbrella?

The streets are quiet, and homes are warm.
And I ponder, why I'm cold and worn.

-syl.