Feeling mildly wrought, taking the mrt to Clarke Quay. I have absolutely no success still in getting employment. My bills haven’t been paid and I got the wrong not-lasting top-up prepaid card. But yeah, I suppose one could translate that to still find some nice contentment. Finally.
Only the faintest glance buries you, buries me. See if I give a damn. I wonder what we’ll see and hear at The Pump Room! Oh, no point or purpose… Just revisiting to bring bustling. Sniggers. Women time and serious stuff. Still can’t uncover what people want for Christmas. But then, I don’t even know myself.
It’s a nice comfortably cold evening, and I’m listening to Grammy winner Blake; clad in nineties garb… I like how I look on comfortable days like this. Mind and body aligned perfectly. Close, but god what I’d do to look like Forlanis or Gainsburg.
I am so grateful for these shoes Mands got me. Simple and classic rock. I think I know what she might like… Some dark guy in a nice pale hoodie just backtracked. My walk and spine have gotten better. The back ache from dancing has nicely paid off.
This sucks. I am curled up like a pretzel in a carousel at Farrer Park CitySquare Mall as I missed my getoff point. Took a taxi home through discord.