19 August 2007

J strolled from where he lived in Bedok to my house in East Coast Road years ago. There are no cars on the road because it's midnight, he typed. What is your address, he sms-ed. When he arrived, we each took a pen and wrote on the same piece of paper: How was your day? Ha ha, it was funny. I do not like my dad. Why?

We used four pieces of paper.

Last night, I saw J again. He lip reads, and all I said was "I am hungry."


D woke up at 8/19/2007 03:38:00 PM [comment]

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