A persistent headache had bugged me for 3 days, and was finally gone last night. The running nose has ceased to a brisk walk, or rather, a road hog.

My nose is still stuck, and my bassy and nasal voice makes me wonder if this is a better substitute to the usual cutish one I have.

Cough is still there, and worsen a wee bit after staying up last night.

There seems to be a lot of things on my mind, yet I couldn’t find the right vibe within me to be conveying them into words right now.

The discomfort for the past few days made it almost impossible for me to blog a proper entry, and it made space for more things to happen, piling up more thoughts than it already had.

And, I have a feeling this post is going to be one hellava roller-coaster ride.

Strangely, all the happenings have nothing to do with me directly, but I can’t help but get affected over how everything had happened to the closest people around me in the past couple of days, and feeling helpless over how I couldn’t make things better.

***

It was Monday.

A storm was brewing out there, little did we know.

Supper with SBB and SBBF(SBB‘s friend. Sorry, this is as creative as I can get. Ha!) was arranged. Coffee shop nearby.

20 minutes after SBB had hung up the phone, the bad news was brought by the rapid rattles heard.

I rose from the couch, lazily strode towards the window in the hall.

The tennis court in sight was swiftly changing into a darker hue, as the moisture darkened the green and maroon surface.

It wasn’t long, before the picture became a blurred, hazy one, washed out by the rampant downpour.

He should be already on his way, and wouldn’t be able to answer his phone, I thought.

I could only pray he somehow would manage to avoid riding in the torrid drencher.

SBBF called and declared he was lost.

What’s with men and directions these days.

Managed to direct him into my apartment’s lobby since he was early and had nowhere to go.

The very sweet gentleman had offered me a lift to my clinic so that I could get some medications to curb those exhausting symptoms.

It was when we reached the carpark, did we realise there wasn’t any brolly in the car, but in the boot.

Great relief was when we were in the car, SBB called to say he had reached, and we were both slightly flabbergasted by how he managed to do so in such a flood.

Suddenly, I could feel the car rocking rhythmically, and turned to see SBBF trying to yank the backseat out.

Beholding the absurd sight, I laughed and asked what the hell was he trying to do.

Apparently, he was driving his mum’s car, and it was of a different setup from his usual drive.

His usual drive has a detachable backseat, and could reach for the boot from the backseat, without getting off the car.

After several failed attempts, he decided not all cars are the same as his(DUH!).

Before I could stop him, he opened up the car’s door in a breeze, and dashed to the back of the boot in the storm, just to get the umbrella to shield me as I covered my ears, shrilling to the sudden struck of thunder.

I had left it out in the previous post, simply because I was half-heartedly typing back then, and didn’t think it would do him justice if the incident was mentioned in such a lukewarm manner.

But, I was touched, really.

Though the brolly was pretty redundant. I still got drenched though it took only 10 steps to get from the car to the shelter.

It was cold. But a nice lad had brought such warmth with his thoughtfulness. Cool.

He waited outside the clinic while I was in there, sulking and lamenting in my baby voice to the lady over the counter how the flu had drained me of my life, as she gave a motherly sympathetic ‘Awww…’.

I think the doctor was bored. He was just pacing up and down from his room to the dispensary counter, and playfully put on an army cap.

Hmm.. now I wonder how a doctor would look like if he put on a set of army uniform.

…………..

Sheesh. Halt. Or else this post would take forever to finish as I indulge in the fantasy of my fetish.

***

SBB was already at the basement carpark when we returned, feet soaked in what he had claimed, ‘swimming pool’. The squishy squashy from his shoes, reminded me of the secondary school days when we would prance around in the heavy showers, leaving our feet all wrinkled in the soaked shoes.

Coffee was then off, and we made do with my humble hall as they sat before the fan, discussing their stuffs over canned drinks.

I scurried into my room and hogged the computer as I didn’t want to interrupt.

SBB came in and asked if I had any erasers, and after scrambling around the spare room, I managed to locate plenty of them, stacked away in a plastic bagin piles.

China! Malaysia! Greece! Thailand! Indonesia! Blarblarblar.

One thing I learnt, my ex-students weren’t into Western countries like I do. Muahahahaha.

Tsk tsk tsk. Things that I had confiscated back during my teaching days.

I shall not mention how SBBF and I had a good laugh when SBB had failed to follow his guidance after he pointed out SBB‘s mistake, thrice.

I hadn’t been quite encouraging with the harmless jibes I rained on him throughout either.

SBB would come into the room occasionally for the cuddle moments, before he walked out the door to join SBBF in the hall, till 3.30am.

We grew hungry and thought of supper.

And it was then, the sky fulfilled its threat, and started its chaos again, for the 2nd time that night.

Supper was then 3 miserable pieces of chicken wings the microwave heated up for SBB.

***

We laid in bed, not feeling an ounce of sleepiness.

‘You haven’t been sleeping well, right?‘

What followed was the most abhorring thing I had heard all day.

‘You eye bags are really terrible, you know?‘

Eye bags?!?!

Oh no.

It was coming close to 7, when we decided that we should exploit McDonald’s delivery services.

Hotcakes! Egg McMuffin! Whee!

But I was feeling even more deprived at the end of breakfast, cos I ended up craving for durians, cheese, oysters, steaks…..

What a potent combination of cravings.

And now, I am still craving for all of the above.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

SBB‘s fault.

***

We were looking at the MotoGP pictures when I couldn’t stop gushing how cute those hotties were, as he cuddled me from behind.

I feigned that I was hyperventilating at those shots, when I suddenly turned to look at him lustily in the eyes, pushed his shoulders onto the bed, climbed atop of him aggressively, and roared, ‘Now, satisfy me!‘.

‘I feel so used!’ he protested, before I unstraddled him and fell onto my back, in a bundle of silly giggles as I laid right next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

A playful smooch was swiftly planted on his cheek.

We got into a series of childish banters, before we finally fell asleep at 8ish or 9.

Yes, I snored again. What’s new.

When I next rouse to consciousness again, the one beside me was sleeping like a log. But nope, he didn’t do his ‘Superman’ pose in his sleep, with his arm outstretched leaning against the wall, like the other time.

He was a bitch to wake up, once again, and as I cuddled up close to his heaving chest, I could feel the scorching body temperature bringing me such warmth.

By the time he woke up, I was the one who ended up with burning temperature, as he embraced me close, and exclaimed how hot I was.

*Cough* Body temperature wise only, obviously.

He was easily disoriented, too. He was surprised how I was originally sleeping on the left side of the bed, and woke up on his right instead.

That shows how much space he ate up from mine, to give me enough room to shift to the other side.

Tsk tsk.

***

Today is Saturday, again.

How quickly the week came and went.

I am quite glad I am wrapping up in a steady, slow pace.

Slept only at 9.30am, and woke up at 4pm. Frankly, it wasn’t quite enough, but I made do.

Responding to Coen’s email is such a joy these days.

Having some time to myself, finally, to do some reflective blogging.

By right, I had some plans today, which I am not even sure if that is what I want to do.

Interestingly, I had express interest in it to a few close friends in the past weeks. Today, or tomorrow.

Oddly, I wasn’t eligible for it since I am not holding any work pass.

I finally got my pass yesterday, and that would mean the eligibility would apply for it.

By a day.

Quaint, eh?

Since last night’s event had dragged on unexpectedly, I know I couldn’t quite be in tip-top condition for today, and gave up the plans.

The fulfilling thing was, I sat across my dad at the dining table, as we spent 30 minutes, chatting.

We both were finally relaxed with that tension and brooding moods over my employment pass, which had been our source of argument for the longest time.

I have been a bad daughter. I would sometimes accuse him of not giving me a status, leaving me in such a predicament, much to both our exasperation.

I think, those words pierced him deep.

He told me how the minister that we had appealed to have been a great help, and I was really sincerely thankful to the minister, and my dad’s friends who had been of great help, checking up with the authorities personally to make sure the appeal letter was sent in without delay.

My dad told his friends how the feeling of this, is even better than winning 4-D to him.

I felt an urge to launch a hug at him, telling him how much I am thankful for his love for me.

I didn’t. It is just not typical in an Asian household, does it?

Anyway, I am just so glad that he doesn’t have to max himself out by sending me into Malaysia ever so often.

So, I shall now slack at home, wait for Denise, Alvin and Eric to arrive with my dinner, before we indulged in my sole vice, Mahjong.

Time is 7.34pm and they just called to say they would be coming over in a short while.

Darn, blogging has to be delayed, once again.

***

Was too sick to head out anywhere on Wednesday despite the fact that David had messaged to ask if we wanna have supper at Holland Village.

I was in such a daze that I thought I wouldn’t survive much once I venture out of my home.

Didn’t feel too well at all, and was in an absolute grumpy mode.

It was only until late at night, when I received a call from a raging friend.

I turned in early, for the long Thursday ahead.

Little did I expect, how lengthy my Thursday would have been.

***

The incessant phone calls that kickstarted my day could have been a sign.

Talk about impeccable timing.

Handphone beeped. VampTreSS. Hung up.

House phone rang within a second. SBB. Hung up.

Handphone beeped again. Agency called. Hung up.

Handphone beeped again. Janice. Hung up.

Handphone beeped again. VampTreSS.

Which left my dripping hair bunned up in the towel for the longest time.

I stood up to head for the hall, and a sudden pitch black darkness greeted me.

I was blardy blacking out.

I sat down and composed myself.

The stupid flu and 2 foodless days had derived my body to a complete wreck.

But, it was finally the day when I had managed more than 8 hours of sleep. Yay!

I slapped on some makeup, downed some medication, and hoped the day ahead would ease up as I allowed myself some fresh air.

I had lotsa travelling and walking to do, I thought, as I browsed through my agenda mentally.

Ah well.

***

I tripped as I sashayed wobbly into the MRT station. Not a very glamourous sight, I reckon, especially for someone in a skirt.

It wasn’t long before I felt out of breath, and the world around me was spinning.

The beads of sweat broke out, adding on to the discomfort.

As I struggled my way up the platform, the staffs were eyeing me suspiciously as I dragged my pace slowly towards the seats nestled right in the centre of the platform.

I caught my breath as the world around me turned into a sudden blank for that split second, before the vision regained its normalcy.

I was starting to regret venturing out of the house on such a scorching Thursday.

I turned up late at Outram MRT, where Janice was already waiting for me.

It had been a long while since we last met up.

That darling is not having an easy time.

Not after receiving an interesting email that made her flew into a rage, simply because of the vicious things someone had said she came to know of.

Sometimes, we can’t help but marvelled how certain people have such talents for lying through their teeth, just to cover their arses to look better, no?

I was angry. On her behalf. Angry how could somebody so sick in the mind could ever do such to her.

***

The very sweet one hates to be in the sun. Yet, she accompanied me to walk down Keong Saik Street to look for the place where I was scheduled to have a casting.

I regretted the moment I reached the place, to see 2 gorgeous Brazilian bombshells there, without a hint of makeup, looking radiant despite so.

After looking at the script, I burst into a loud chuckle and planned my exit almost immediately.

I told the very nice girl doing the filming, ‘I feel so cheated!! They got you such a wrong person for this casting!‘

Well, it was supposed to be for MTV channel, some Aids awareness clip, which required a sex bombshell with a generous cleavage.

I went up to her and gave my goofy rendition of, ‘Hello?! Which part of me looks sexy to you?! And which part of me looks like I have a heaving cleavage?! I am here to embarrass myself, ain’t I?‘

The storyline was that the girl was supposed to entice a geek, and get him to shoot himself in the head.

I joked perhaps I should be casted for the role of the geek.

I can do it very well, I promised.

A brief chat with the 2 gorgeous ladies made me realised that they are both married, and followed their husbands to come to Singapore.

Lucky men, I wailed.

Eventually the 4 of us ended up having a short conversation on how Italian is such a sexy language that you could just sit there, and get turned on just by listening to Italians speak.

One of the ladies claimed she likes French, but her compatriot was quick to retort, ‘French sounds so gay!‘

She started imitating the accent and the way French men speak, and we burst into coordinated laughters.

‘Spanish too, is sexy!‘ she further reinstated.

You should have seen how my head was nodding furiously, agreeing so.

They were gorgeous, and they were nice. I like. Brazilian men are lucky, aren’t they?

And yes, their bodies are hot! Hot! Hot!

Eventually she went for turn first, before I went for mine.

I made Janice to be my prop, and acted as the geeky guy.

Eventually, I burst into uncontrollable laughter in the midst of it.

I was oh-so traumatised.

Eventually, the end product seemed suspiciously like lesbian porn. -Gasp!-

MTV channel! Not me.

And looking at the stream of beauties streaming in for the audition, I felt so inferior and felt I should have never turned up.

Of course, I won’t even be bothered to wait for a reply, knowing full well I would never stand a chance with such intense competition.

***

Mahjong session over at 11.15pm.

Miss Ting brilliantly threw out a tile, that helped Denise won a ’13 yao’, and had to forked out 60 bucks to bear the loss for everyone.

Well done. Well done.

But I did try fighting back, and minimise my loss.

So, it was just 18 bucks damage at the end of the night.

But it was fun having such great company around for the evening.

***

We walked down to the main road to catch a cab to Novena area next. Chancery Lane, it was.

On the cab, Janice shared her anguish, and I wished we could have an easier way out to wriggle out of the haunting past.

Chancery Lane.

The casting went on pretty smoothly, and similarly, I don’t seem to bank on much hope on it since it was for quite a major brand.

I should be calling up the peeps and tell them to get me more realistic assignments.

***

Walked down to the MRT station to rush down to Orchard to meet up with VampTreSS, who needed to redo a shoot, as we tried to catch the setting sun in the midst of the buzzing crowd.

We were running down the stretch, just to chase after the sun.

Erm, we failed.

But still, it didn’t stop us from taking a series of pictures.

Of Janice. Of VampTreSS. Of Janice and I. Of me.

It was great fun, and I was slowly gaining my energy back after one intense day of being in front of camera.

Still, the most fun was derived when I was behind the camera, taking shots of them, many of which I am not very satisfied with.

Girls night out, are fun.

We made a quick trip to Delifrance for a drink, whilst I was in a daze most of the time.

Somehow, I was affected. By something. My hyperactivity came to a halt.

***

We rushed back to Vamp’s place to grab her passport.

Coincidentally, that night, I had to make a trip to Malaysia to endorse my passport, and her friends were all making a trip to Kulai for supper.

Since Kelvin was driving, she would be taking the car, and I could tag along.

Not to mention that having my passport with me 24/7 made it possible.

I had wanted to take the chance to talk about Janice’s issues with her, and how that it did bring back some not-so-nice memories, as well as feeling total injustice for her.

I was branded a jinx after Kelvin had picked us up from VampTreSS’ place, and I casually mentioned something about how it could possibly rain.

Vamp started saying how my bad prophecies would always take place, and I was quick to shut my trap before I was blamed for anything I shouldn’t have said.

Kelvin picked us up from Vamp’s place to head down to Sim Lim, where some of the other guys were already waiting. Only Nick, Brian, Kelvin and Roy were familiar faces.

After hanging around for a while, and scurrying to one discreet corner to continue our conversations, we were ready to move off as Kelvin needed to pump petrol.

When we met a U-turn back to Sim Lim to join the rest of the guys, the sudden drops of rain on the windscreen spelt trouble.

Ooooooooooooooops.

It really rained.

Erm, not my fault, really!

I am not a jinx!

As I watched the entourage of bikes moving off, with their roars shrieking through the night, it was almost deja vu.

The weather was less than ideal, and it was a horrid ride, I would reckon, with the merciless pour of showers throughout most of the ride.

The air at Kulai was chilly.

Nick was such a gentleman to whip out his jacket swiftly so that I would not have to succumb to the cold, damp air, after we had sat down for dim sum.

I must make a huge mental note to myself that I would never wear anything that would reveal my lard spillage from my waist when I am around the guys the next time round.

Nick pointed out my waist to the guys, and they were quick to hand a straw to me.

Liposuction huh?!?!?!?!?!

I shall curse that all these guys would grow a beer belly and their body will go out of shape, much worse than mine, in a year’s time.

Hmphffff…

I thought of saying something about balding heads and shrinking manhoods, but I didn’t think that would be nice.

Hur hur hur.

Nick asked when did I quit smoking, and I looked on puzzledly, and declared I have never been a smoker before.

I mean, yes I did, for a night, but I didn’t need much to quit being a one-day smoker.

I blinked, and asked in amazement if I look like a smoker.

He gave a straightforward ‘Yah’, despite Vamp thought I do not look a smoker nor a drinker.

He then convinced me how smoking is good, cos it would substitute other vices.

I replied matter-of-factly, with that innocent look thrown in, that I have no other vices.

Though secretly, my thoughts strayed to SBB…

To which he was quick to jibe, ‘You sure? Gluttony is a vice too, you know?‘

………………………

Hanging out with Vamp’s friends is not healthy.

It wasn’t long, before jibes were coming 4-ways.

Tsk. Boys who would never grow up.

Had lotsa dim sum, and as much as the guys laughed at us for our moments of clumsiness, Brian had instant karma when he dropped his food.

Karma, baby, karma.

I had fun winning a game of ‘Ji Gu Ba‘. -Smirk-

I am good, alright.

We lost Nick and another rider along the way as they had went back to Singapore by the other causeway, instead of Tuas checkpoint.

We spent an hour lingering around Gelang Patah Esso, before we made our way back to Singapore through the 2nd link.

***

Vamp was sent home by Roy, while Kelvin very sweetly gave me a lift back home after we bade goodbye to them and Brian on the expressway.

My right arm was bruised, dirtied, and scratched at the end of the night.

Tsk tsk.

***

Kelvin needed a fag and we ended up chatting at the carpark for a couple of hours.

SBB called to check if I had reached home, but I told him I would take while since I was chatting to a new friend.

He called back at 3.50am, and I didn’t realise I had been chatting on for quite a while.

The chat was pleasant, and about life.

Though some of the time, I felt he didn’t quite get what I mean, I realised he was an understanding pal, though it was for the first time we were having a more in-depth conversation.

Kelvin is a block of wood silently sarcastic an absolutely dear friend to have, I concluded.

And Nick, is the lame evil really deep one.

Brian, is the gay suck Evian metrosexual one.

Eh, their initials would actually make up what would sound like some rude curse.

***

Finally my day ended with a short phone call with SBB, before I surfed the net a tad more, replying to emails and such, and finally, dozed off at 6am, with a splitting headache.

***

The good news made me too thrilled to head back to sleep at noon.

It brewed into a nagging headache, brought on from the day before.

I drifted in and out of sleep when it was nearing 5pm, and only woke up at 7 plus, realising the headache was actually taking a downward turn.

Still, I was adamant to head out.

Must have some form of celebrations, ya know?

It was 11 plus when I finally headed out of home, and I was late in meeting up with VampTreSS at Holland Village.

There was a reason of being so.

I was cybersexing on MSN.

*Cues dramatic gasps*

Er, okay, fine, not really so.

Cos, I was laughing and typing mindlessly throughout, and right at the crucial moment, I cut the conversation and said I would need to leave to meet a friend.

Tsk tsk.

No, not SBB.

Some basket who was trying to pick a kinky talk.

***

It was meant to be a quiet night, a short one, between the 2 of us.

Or so we thought.

I was too lazy to be dressing up despite it being a weekend night.

Tank top. 3/4 pants, slippers.

It was a brilliant first half of the night.

She was down with headache, yet she insisted on meeting me, knowing I had been home, and had wanted to head out for a short drink, just for the sake of getting out of the house.

When I reached, the squeeze to my brains was making me nauseous and I was almost not walking straight.

The sharp prick to the right side of my head prompted me to dunk my head onto the table once I had sat down at T.C.C., and VampTreSS whipped out the painkillers for me immediately.

Apparently, she was down with a headache too, and had popped 2 pills right before my arrival.

That darling.

The chat at T.C.C. had to be one of the most fun ever.

We started guessing the age of the staffs who walked by, and she was saying how cute the waiter was.

I slurped at the thought that he was a mere 18 year-old.

Have you heard about the stamina of 18 years-old and how 24 years-old’s stamina would start dwindling to an obscene low?

*Cough*

Applicable to guys only, of course.

We got on well with the girls there too, and they were absolute darling.

Li Shan, Meiling and Dennis.

Cool.

I had a beef sandwich, and a chocolate lava cake as desserts.

We sat there, chatting, only to be interrupted by the ceaseless phone calls that was coming in to my phone, from Roy.

Vamp had no intention to stay out late, and it was then Kelvin’s call came in, looking for her.

She dialed for Nick, cos apparently, they had been looking for her. Nick then decided to make his way down to join us, too.

We had so much fun with the staffs that they were starting to guess our age.

They got my age correctly, but had guessed Vamp to be one year younger than I am.

I was so hurt.

So… bruised.

Ego so dented.

So… devastated.

I mean! She is 7 years older than I am, but look younger than I am?!

How abhorring.

I am so jealous.

She then ordered a pot of Camomile, as we saw the staffs starting to pack up for the day.

Me too, was tempted by a soothing pot of tea, and placed an order.

Imagine my absolute horror when they brought the pot, and informed me that it was on the house.

Okay darlings, you are free to bruise my ego the next time round.

Muahahahaha.

How touched.

And I am not sure if anyone of you remember how I had a scope of chocolate ice cream on the house from the T.C.C. branch at Boat Quay when I was there with Finicky Feline some months back.

I love T.C.C. and everyone should dine at T.C.C..

*Cough*

I should be their spokesperson or something.

I ended my experience at T.C.C. by writing a masterpiece on their feedback form.

Those darlings made my day, you know?

My headache was gone, by then.

***

Kelvin joined us shortly after.

We shifted over to Breko since T.C.C. was closing.

The difference in service was obvious to see.

Nick then received a call from Brian who asked where we were, and who was he with, in which Nick brilliantly replied that he was with the bitches.

I bet he meant Kelvin and Vamp, not me.

Brian then came down to join us at Breko, and the night was dragging longer than it should have.

Vamp had wanted to make a move, but our presence was too great a temptation for her to resist.

I bet it was also because that I might be dead by the end of the night the way the guys were throwing the jibes at me.

We very nicely fill Kelvin in on how Mr Brian had a brilliant shot of him sucking an Evian bottle.

Little did we know Kelvin was quick to throw in the jibes in regards to Evian bottle as the night progress.

But since my mind was drifting most of the time, I didn’t manage to keep up with the jibes fast enough, and ended up being subjected to it. Bleah.

I was glad I was wearing a singlet that was long enough to cover my tummy bulge.

Or else.. hurhurhur.

It’s okay. I am nice, remember? *Cough*

We left Breko’s and ended up at the already closed Coffee Bean, and sat on the lonely chairs, in the dark.

Alas, the night took a nose dive as a drama evolved and things became unpleasant.

It became too suffocating for me to be around, somehow.

I wished I wasn’t around, but yet, I was glad to be around, for a friend.

It was too quaint a feeling to describe.

And I started to wonder if it was really my fault for staying out for the night, and perhaps I shouldn’t have, at all.

Or maybe, as usual, I am dwelling a tad too deep, and too much.

While the saga went on as we adjourned to the playground, we were all eager to avoid the awkward situation, and tried to alleviate the tension with:

- Sitting on the rocking springy kid ride thingy(what the hell do you call that?!), and was pushed till I lost my balance. Yet I couldn’t scream cos it was late at night in a neighbourhood.
- Sword fighting with twigs and branches.
- Kicking the Evian bottle around. Not Vamp’s forte, I say.
- Playing the monkey bars. Oops, my shoulder’s upward jerk had hit Brian’s jaw. Oops.
- Trying to poke Kelvin’s butt with a twig.
- Have my slipper tied to the metal bar.
- Playing lame games like guessing how much ‘X’ will there be when they spin the roll of tic-tac-toe board.
- Realising how my physique had went downhill when I couldn’t even do one single chin up. Must be the weight gain. Boohoo.
- Being thrown twigs at. *roll eyes*
- Nick suggested playing catching that they guys would run on one foot, while I would chase them with both feet. But that chicken backed out.
- I fell when some ungentlemanly guy grabbed my foot and made me hobble on one foot. How sweet *Sneer*
- Listening to mp3, courtesy of Brian’s phone.
- Walking aimlessly, round and round the playground.
- Being in a daze, feeling helpless when the hyperactivity died down. I guess, no one had wanted to be absorbed in that solemn atmosphere.

The night dragged on till early morning, half past 5. I sent the exhausted Vamp to the mainroad to take a cab.

My night went on till half past 6 as I hung on to the call in the open, when I had an desperate urge for the loo.

Esso became my saviour.

Finally made my way back to Jurong, where Friend T and I had breakfast at McDonald’s, before he sent me back home.

7.45am, it was.

Gave myself a good scrub in the showers, before I tucked myself snugly into the duvet.

Had a brief talk with SBB till 9.30am before I could no longer take the prolonged day, and dozed off.

He was pretty amused how dramatic a night it was for me.

I wished the day would have an easier ending though.

Sometimes, when love reaches its expiry date, will you keep its rusted can?

I realised, many would.

Is it why, people would rather opt for no-obligation relationships these days?

Or is it just an excuse for a habit we can’t kick?

I don’t know.

I am officially, emotionless.

Cold, disappointed, and indifferent.