she sees him weekends just to keep her hand in
farrah, living for the weekend.
recently, i spent sometime with my weekend boyfriend.
cb was as usual, full of laughs and ancedotes of mass comm lives and theories of why we turned out like we are.
army is taking him on saturday. he will serve the army which equates our relationship to be deduced to week meet ups with 4 o'clock deadlines for booking in.
vi-la-gaye was satisfying. chicken soup, mash potato, rosti, calamari, soft shelled crabs and waffles. sigh, poor boy is going to be eating chye peng for the next two years, better savour the food.
we hopped on down to liquid gold, this 'ktv, sports, ahbeng' looking bar at princesep which in the end proved pretty alright. decor inside was pretty but we sat outside and beer was 23/jug.
so ok la, got cigs, got beer, got weekend boyfriend. life's quite peachy.
note to you-know-who-you-are: we are friends not only because we just click, but also because we geninuely care about each other. i never saw our friendship as one-sided, no matter how little you are physically there for me. everytime i called you, you'll always cheer me up. never mind it being a 5min conversation, i end up with a smile on my face and you'll end up with a grin on yours. you know i love you, you the kind of person you are and probably even the person you might never become. and if "the person in question" cannot see that, know that at least one other person does.
She's living for the weekend,
going up the west end,
waiting for her two day paradise.
