The randoms of the mornings of dark skies
It feels like high school all over again
The cousin and the nieces
I walked downstairs to one of the hawker centres for lunch break the other day during work. Potong Pasir houses almost 1/3 of the aging population of singapore i tell you. All sitting there, hanging around with no where better to be. Old faces just don't smile as much as they should. The lines on their faces almost defining the detail of their lives, the weight of time obviously weighing them down. We should all be able to grow old gracefully.
Some people are just waiting to have their bumpers dented.
The triumph experience. I can just see you sitting there.
Ian's gig. One of his solos.
Ain't they just adorable?
The cousin and the nieces
I walked downstairs to one of the hawker centres for lunch break the other day during work. Potong Pasir houses almost 1/3 of the aging population of singapore i tell you. All sitting there, hanging around with no where better to be. Old faces just don't smile as much as they should. The lines on their faces almost defining the detail of their lives, the weight of time obviously weighing them down. We should all be able to grow old gracefully.
Some people are just waiting to have their bumpers dented.
The triumph experience. I can just see you sitting there.
Ian's gig. One of his solos.
Ain't they just adorable?
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