On Friday night, I went out to Atmosphere Cafe to meet two old frens of mine, Jeng and Esther. I havent seen Esther for a very very long time. Probably for nearly ten years o. We chatted about old times and recent news. It feels good to be able to meet old friends and chat with each other.
Then, because there is a live band at the cafe, we left as there is no way we can chat in peace. We went to Seahorse to have some supper and more chatting.the night ended at around 12 midnight.
Spare tyre...not the body fat type of spare tyre. It is the spare tyre that guys will look for when they just broke up with someone or have problem with their partner. This kind of spare tyre will usually unaware of it and fell into the trap. Jeng, Esther and I have the same problem. We are ppl's spare tyres.
Why do we have to be ppl's spare tyres?
Why cant we have someone to love and care for us, for real?
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