A lesson in romantics

I would like to be classy and say that my sunday was spent leisurely at the peranakan museum, browsing through their rich history. But me and pam went straight to photo-taking.

Oh well at least we learnt that the peranakans inspired really good infrastructure.













Did not realize the contrast of lines versus waves till the final shots.

The rest of the day was spent gently, ending in us screaming to mcr in teo heng. But everything in between was painful to see and devastating to empathize with. I truly hope the best for her.

There is no virtue in love. It is dedicating everything you can be to a person, a person whose worthiness you have no idea of. It then saps at your soul, corrodes your mind, bruises your body and leaves you an empty shell of a human being when its over.

It is exactly what I did to you all those years ago, watching you writhe when I say the most cruel things. It is exactly what you felt all those years ago, sinking beneath me at every touch you knew was for someone else. It is unforgivable, and worry not, I will never let myself forget it too.

To the most exquisite torture I could ever ask for.