My Next Story

Note to self: I have got my next story. It’s going to be a first person narrative of a girl, and how her dream came true. It’s going to come complete with music as well. And, to all my critics on my dark and sinister stories, it’s going to be a happy one. But I’m expecting it to be long as well, lol. But enjoy it while it lasts, it’s probably going to be the only happy story for a long time to come.

A night of Golf, Nasi Goreng and Kopi (gao-siu-dai)

In case anyone doesn’t know what is Kopi-Gao-Siu-Dai, it’s coffee, thick, less sweet.

The driving range was kind to me as I revelled in the torturing of the little white balls. I couldn’t really see where they had went for they kind of like disappeared into the night, but it was really good just hitting them off. The swish and the loud “Ping” on the driver just eases the turbulence that’s rocking my soul.

Then my friend and I had a good chat over many things, in the company of Nasi Goreng (while he had Mee Goreng) and KopiGSD. It was a good reminder to me of where I had to go and what I had to do. It’s like, as much as you needed to puke in turbulence, you don’t do it. You hold it till you get to the toilet and puke.

I’m holding back the vomit. It’s like how pain remind you that you are alive; It sucks and I feel like shit, but it’s a good reminder that you need to get to the toilet.

Toilet with golden taps mind you.