Hung Up? Hungover.

I remember how Natty wrote that if you think in colours, your thoughts would be so much clearer.

This morning, after eating a huge breakfast, I set off for tuition.

That's when it started.

The throbbing pain in my temple seemed to grow with every jerk the blue, streamlined Jaguar made at each traffic light stop.

When I sat down at my usual front row (hey, I have BAD EYESIGHT) desk, the flourescent lights seemed to glow so bright that they seemed like those mirrored, '70s disco balls.

ShimmershimmershineshineGLOWWWWW.

My head throbbed even more.

I covered my eyes with my hands, but I could still see the Light.

Too bright, too bright...

I found myself pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes, so that little stars erupted before me.

When I finally lifted my head up, I saw little spots of colours,
PurpleYellowBlueRed,
creeping on the wall,
the ceiling...
Aaaaah, the Light!


Never, I say, NEVER feast yourselves on Kaya toast, Milo, soft-boiled eggs, porridge and dim sum before going for a long ride in your dad's Jaguar to tuition.