Thursday night, i took the train to get down to Peranakan Place to meet a couple of friends for some drinks. That was when i realised that taking a train ride at night is a much pleasanter experience than in the day: empty seats abound, plenty of standing room, and the quiet feeling of a less hurried pace of life - all this give one pause to observe the general surroundings and people and to engage in some reflective thoughts. In the day when hordes of people in the train only serve to keep you preoccupied with preserving your whatever little standing space, you are highly irritable and irritated to think of anything else.
Over at acid bar where the sole vocalist, who spots a luxurious beard (to which my friend claims 'he's so hairy' in the way a blushful teenage girl does), sang some great songs, the music and soft lighting lend an ambience that was suitably conducive for conversation. When we quickly finished our drinks, the waitresses kept coming to us to ask if we would like more drinks, a not-so-subtle hint that we should either buy more drinks or leave the place.
The night ended with my failing to take the last bus available that would send me back home, while my friends continue to play pool at i-cant-remember-its-name-place. Why do my friends who drive always stay on the other side of the island?!
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