thrown by one, meant for another

today my netball training came in handy, as i deflected a hurtling textbook before it reached its intended.

in other news, the clouds have been strange lately, calling me to stop and captivate. today they were almost alive, set against the wide white-blueness-

five

low-lying,

huge, silent, sitting

cloud sheep

awaiting their shepherd.

mass of thin runny clouds,

egg-white spread over a pan.

canyons too near to touch

base without beginning.

citadel of cities,

mighty and compelling,

glorious light so bright.

tired by tears

i thought my reaction (i teared) at the results of GE 2011 last night was mega, but i should see myself now.

many things could be said of Singapore's elections this year- if we gathered all the words written and spoken, commented and discussed, perhaps we would drown.

winners and losers, gracious defeats and arrogant presumptions. a man's character never meant so much: weighed by deed and fleshed for all to see.