Ten minutes of silence

Someday, it has to stop too.

Because you don’t want to get disappointed in the end.
You’re yawning at 12 am and wanting to go home to sleep when you’re out at a club with friends who claimed that the night has just begun.
Or you simply don’t get guys who tried to to hit on you on the dancefloor.
Or you get an eyesore seeing young girls dancing on the bar table (trust me, I used to enjoy this).
Or you don’t have a nightlife anymore?
That’s alright - I’m already content with my recent life transition which is aiding me in the preparation of committing into something more significant.
Yeah, I’m growing old ;)
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Located in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia. Enjoys baking, photography, movies and conversations over tea.
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