Karaoke with tristal and sherlyn!
Yuanfeng drove us out to supper after heh.
Had rocher's taohuey, I didn't know pudding now has a new name! But nonetheless, it was nice being back here after so long. I miss my friends. But onto happier matters, went to kbox again after sending tristal home and I really have a thing for tequila.
Kbox @ choa chu kang was sherlyn adorably laughing at everything she saw and yuanfeng just refusing the mike and me in a general state of confusion heh. Yf decided he had too much petrol and foolishly sent sherlyn home all the way at kian keat before sending me back to choa chu kang again.
We passed by potong pasir.
So I sat up, took a long look - st andrew's, 142, the canal jogging path. For so long I've resigned to the fact that I can no longer give a shit. As it turned out, my rag of wasted emotions had a last drop, and it's for you.
They say when you love, it's either forever or it never was. I told myself too many times before, and again tonight, that all that was not a lie - I meant everything I felt and everything I said. And I was so sure of you, that you did believe in us. I've ran out of words - what can I say, what a fucking tragedy.I wish I had a cigarette.
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A cigarette lights, and he's gone.[Melissa]The bottle was finished, but he left his pack.
She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke engulf her lungs in a silly flirtation with death, and exhaled. She often wondered how lethal a cigarette is, so much killing power packed into this small, harmless object. Doesn't it sound like her?
Her clothes were strewn across the floor. One of the dress was torn down to the sides. I'm charging for this next time, she made a mental note, as she made her way to her wardrobe, a cheap array of reds and blacks.
A cigarette lights, then she rang for her next customer.
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The alley was getting dark, but fuck if he's afraid of that still.[Chance]"That session was hardly worth $50. God damn man, introduce me better places next time."
He wanted to slam down the phone, but he realized his iPhone didn't have a cradle. For not the first time that night, he laughed a mirthless laugh. How quaint is technology, our thoughts travel faster than a shark sensing blood but our actions are worthless.
Time for home to the horrific wife again. The alley lights were going out one by one. The frail, bent old man was having a hard time reaching for the switches of the older streetlights. He thought of helping, then changed his mind.
The alley was getting dark, and he was still afraid of it.
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The same moon, but where are you tonight?[Johnson]He reached for the last switch.
The alley's silence was penetrated by a few drunk laughs. He turned, and saw a group of youngsters with bottles in their hands and cigarettes in the other. Is investing in the addictions of death a cool thing amongst the young now?
He smiled happily as he thought of home. The kids are coming home to supper tonight, darling, do you know that? They miss you, and so do I. I can't cook anymore, these hands are useless now, thank god for Chinese takeaway. The waitress gave him a brief smile and passed him his order.
The same moon, we'll be together soon darling.
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Someday came suddenly, here you are.[Christine]The last order was finally done.
She left her hair down, the tight bun now cascading into gentle curls. Her boyfriend was due to pick her up anytime, and she wasn't sure what to expect this time. It seemed each time he returned, it was for the worse. But who knows, God may have mercy on her this time.
She was devastatingly beautiful, with charm and soft intelligence to match. She could have had the world at her feet, but she never wanted anyone else. She tried to not let her living conditions ruin her, but it was poison, and it's finally hitting her bloodstream.
Someday came suddenly, may I take your order again?
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I was reading
larmoyante and I got very inspired to do that.
It does sound quaint, doesn't it? The butterfly effect from one person to the next, how so many people can have so many disconnected thoughts that'll always revolve around the same themes: love, work and life.
Maybe I'm just too bored :(
