If there's a climax to the song from my previous post, it's got to be...
到现在还是一个人 吞噬着自己的能耐
到最後我可以不爱了 你却说舍不得
你可以不爱了 别说舍不得
Starting from Friday evening, the weekend began with an anticipated yet unexpected dinner. The smiles that vanished for a while, came back for a visit. The retarded exploration melted some ice. The comfortably paced night brought about 2 consecutive drinking sessions. The drinking only made me realise how predictable I am and how hopeless I am with drinking games. Bystanders could even guess whether my next call was 5 or 10. It was THAT easy to read me.
Saturday was your typical day of rotting away except that in the life of a person who has petrol running in her bloodstream, it will mean spending hours at the workshop but not doing anything to the car. Little Tristan started the day with exceptional fun and a little too much gummies. Running into familiar faces at BVO wasn't that much of a thing from the past. And being carless for the rest of the day wasn't that bad of a thing afterall. Dinner was getting better with curry that wasn't as spicy and tummy wasn't as affected. Maybe it's about getting used to the new flavours.
Some smell just lingers beyond words.
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