15/02/11. I met you at your place. We drove down to ECP in the awkward silence bred from a showdown the night before. The sand was still wet from the rain. We folded our blanket in two. I presented a humble menu of fried beehoon, fried chicken wings, fried fishballs, garlic chilli from macdees and fruit juice. Maybe it was the wind, maybe it was the waves, maybe it was the cigarettes, but the mood gradually eased. We watched the sun set behind the ships, and you wondered what we were to do when darkness falls. I took out the candles, and we placed them haphazardly around us. The wind was cruel, and our candles kept going out. But we relighted them each time to stare at their flickering glow. Happy (day after) vday E (:
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