5 am

, the sound of my fan accompanies me.
And the sudden loud sneeze from possibly the neighbour made me mistook it for something else.
The sound of a bus, which I recognize, because I took many of them in my lifetime.

I learned of cheekbones
Because my friend pointed out that
Fann Wong has high ones.
I realized I can't see mine
Even when I smile.

We don't mix
Okay maybe we do
We blend
You blend us
In this mixing bowl
But sometimes
The batter end up
God
Awful