I am floating away, lost in a silent ballet. I'm dreaming you're out in the blue and I am right beside you, awake to take in the view. Late nights and early parades, still photos and noisy arcades, my darling we're both on the wing, look down and keep on singing, and we can go anywhere. Are you there?

Are you there? Or are you just a decoy dream in my head? Am I home, or am I simply tumbling out alone? I'm in two minds about whether to join Rafflesian Spotlight or not. On one hand, it's going to be fun. On the other, embarrassing. But I'm pretty bent on singing Boats and Birds if I do get to the finals. My mind is now filled to bursting with delusions of grandeur and OOO: beating David. Naah.