It was a breezy afternoon in Singapore, a few hours after the rain. I walked past a pub at 5.30pm. An ‘OPEN’ sign was displayed. Peering in, all I see are empty tables and empty chairs. Then I thought of this:


(About how crowded and alive O’Neils was, even at 3pm.)
And then the next thought was this:
(About how it refreshes you, and not like the bitter chicken essence we have here.)
Then the following thought was this:

(About how Weijia’s place was 1 minute away from O’Neils.)
And then this:
(About how I must get this shit over and done with)
Within two seconds, I continued my breezy afternoon walk.