He wanted to sing his heart out.
He went with his closest friends, he did not want a big crowd. In that case, well, people would be fighting for the mic wouldn't it.
He's got his song list, his list of emotions that he wanted to get out. I guess he could have done it at home. You could argue that it is not the same is it. The acoustics are amazing, the microphone is good, it's happy hour. What else could you ask for really.
Song selection is average, but most of the songs are there.
Between his songs, his friends would get in a song of their own.
In their words: "one English and then one Chinese". They didn't really keep to that, but you know, who's counting.
The third song...
He couldn't get to the second verse.
The lines were rolling on screen. He turned the singer back on, trying to maintain some sense of continuity.
我真的懂，你不是喜新厌旧
是我没有，陪在你身边当你寂寞时候
He tried again, and tried again.
我不难过，这不算什么
只是为什么，眼泪会流我也不懂
He failed. He just let the song play out. It's a good song too. Classic.
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Park
He loves her with all of his heart. She does too.
He wonders about their differences, and if it meant that they shouldn't be together. He wanted to go out sometimes, she didn't. She did not like crowds. He was... whatever with it.
There would be frustration, compromises. He would get upset over social events, she would get upset over entertainment. They are still going strong though.
We sat down at a bench.
"Listen, I need you guys to fucking make it okay. You need to!"
"I don't think I will leave her. Not in a million years. If she asked me to..."
He paused, we looked out at the softball game that's going on.
The blue team is really bad at catching, they're making it up with hitting though. The green team is just average. The referee is taking it way too seriously though.
"If she asked me to, I would do it..., but I'll probably end up like you."
Ha, jackass.
"Well I don't think you have to worry about that, nobody ends up like me."
I pointed at him, did the "look at me" motion.
"Hey, you better try your fucking hardest."
He smirks.
"Yeah yeah"
He wonders about their differences, and if it meant that they shouldn't be together. He wanted to go out sometimes, she didn't. She did not like crowds. He was... whatever with it.
There would be frustration, compromises. He would get upset over social events, she would get upset over entertainment. They are still going strong though.
We sat down at a bench.
"Listen, I need you guys to fucking make it okay. You need to!"
"I don't think I will leave her. Not in a million years. If she asked me to..."
He paused, we looked out at the softball game that's going on.
The blue team is really bad at catching, they're making it up with hitting though. The green team is just average. The referee is taking it way too seriously though.
"If she asked me to, I would do it..., but I'll probably end up like you."
Ha, jackass.
"Well I don't think you have to worry about that, nobody ends up like me."
I pointed at him, did the "look at me" motion.
"Hey, you better try your fucking hardest."
He smirks.
"Yeah yeah"
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Walking
He walked with her along the lake. It was a place that you could never really see unless you were authorized to. Seeing the cityscape, it was wonderful, it was beautiful, she is beautiful.
They walked and walked, through to the market.
As they walked through the market, she broke the news to him in front of a greek frozen yogurt store.
"Wow".
His brain started to consume and digest the news, he realized he had a lot of growing up to do.
He was scared. He was puzzled. He is determined.
From that point on, everything was different.
They walked and walked, through to the market.
As they walked through the market, she broke the news to him in front of a greek frozen yogurt store.
"Wow".
His brain started to consume and digest the news, he realized he had a lot of growing up to do.
He was scared. He was puzzled. He is determined.
From that point on, everything was different.
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Travelling
He flew constantly to meet her.
In these long distance relationships, maybe each of them enjoys the freedom of being free.
Then the feeling of being wanted is amplified in the moment that they are together.
Yet, in the spirit of being free, some things get lost no matter what.
Complications. Betrayal. Things get tossed, arguments.
Yet, even till now, he says he can't bear to listen to music that they enjoy together.
"I have it in my phone like right now." He taps his phone that's on the table, to make his point.
"I just can't press the play button, I can't listen to it. It reminds me too much."
I nodded. I didn't have any words to offer him. Stuck, it seems.
In these long distance relationships, maybe each of them enjoys the freedom of being free.
Then the feeling of being wanted is amplified in the moment that they are together.
Yet, in the spirit of being free, some things get lost no matter what.
Complications. Betrayal. Things get tossed, arguments.
Yet, even till now, he says he can't bear to listen to music that they enjoy together.
"I have it in my phone like right now." He taps his phone that's on the table, to make his point.
"I just can't press the play button, I can't listen to it. It reminds me too much."
I nodded. I didn't have any words to offer him. Stuck, it seems.
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Dessert
He has never been good at cooking.
Learnt a new recipe, he decided to try to make it again himself.
He bought mascarpone, he bought eggs, he got the kahlua, he has the savoiardi.
What the fudge is mascarpone, he thought to himself. Well he bought it.
Taking out the hand blender from behind the cupboard, to be honest he has not used it ever before. Though, he sure as shit am not going to beat the eggs by hand.
Combining ingredients, he carefully layers on all of the items.
The one thing he did not take into account. The eggs were almost expired.
Oh no, he messed up. He messed up big time.
He found another recipe sometime later.
It was different enough to give him hope. The best part of it all, no eggs.
He thought he did a good job. He was still afraid though.
That kind of reputation hit, not sure it can be rebuilt. He offered, but to no avail.
Recounting now, he smiles to himself, what a klutz.
Haha. Let's stick to professionally prepared foods from now on.
Learnt a new recipe, he decided to try to make it again himself.
He bought mascarpone, he bought eggs, he got the kahlua, he has the savoiardi.
What the fudge is mascarpone, he thought to himself. Well he bought it.
Taking out the hand blender from behind the cupboard, to be honest he has not used it ever before. Though, he sure as shit am not going to beat the eggs by hand.
Combining ingredients, he carefully layers on all of the items.
The one thing he did not take into account. The eggs were almost expired.
Oh no, he messed up. He messed up big time.
He found another recipe sometime later.
It was different enough to give him hope. The best part of it all, no eggs.
He thought he did a good job. He was still afraid though.
That kind of reputation hit, not sure it can be rebuilt. He offered, but to no avail.
Recounting now, he smiles to himself, what a klutz.
Haha. Let's stick to professionally prepared foods from now on.
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