Too much words, too few actions

Clarke Quay - People booze and booze. No one is drunk till someone barfs.

I wanted to do something with my hands but with my laptop on, I find my fingers being lured back to the keyboard,trying to dance.

But my brain is kinda dead now.

Stardust scattered on the ground

Before embarking to Lalala land last night, I find myself boarding a 30 mins tram ride. It was all sweet,almost toxicating and dreamy. Nothing feels real when I wake up the next morning. Irene's smses are real though.My coughing is real. My dad's (awful) smoke is real.

I guess I have to stick with what is real eventually.

You won't find yourself living long if you refused to lift your head above the water to breathe.

Some flames. Meant to be extinguish.

Go get them, tiger ;)