I'm walkin and i saw loads of people passing out. Either drunk or sleepy. When i look above, the full moon still shining. And it's already 2.30am in the morning. The first day of the year. I'm turning 24 this year. End of this year. Getting old despite my youthful appearance. Time's running out for me.
I'm still at Clarke Quay. What i'm doin now i dont know. im feelin so sick. So sick of everything. The smell of liquor once so pleasant turns bad. I hate it.
I'm 24 and i'm still all single and doin nothin. My aunt Yati been tellin me to settle down. Find someone nice and for once just be with them.