Today I was really happy when a girl on the MRT started spelling the day, T-U-E-S-D-A-Y, I don't know why. I even held the paper very still for her to read, instead of slamming it down like I would have usually done. And perhaps that's what made me happy. Also, out of the blue a lady simply started talking to me, and we had a lot of funy cracking jokes about this silly busker we saw that keep on yelling, "Wacko!" whilst singing. And I waltzed down a small street in an obscure part of Orchard Road singing, "Who will buy my beautiful roses?" that mistakenly heard line from Oliver! or Oliver Twist as it's more easily known.

So I'm happy for now.
~Who will buy
This wonderful morning?
Such a sky
You never did see!
Who will tie
It up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?~