Must have been quite pissed on Wednesday night.
Called my Mom to wish her happy birthday,
And I actually started talking to her about friends & friendships.
Mom said, Jun zi zhi jiao dan ru shui.
Which essentially means that whomever you don't really keep in touch with,
You stay friends with for a longer time.
Yeah, I guess she is right in a way.
Cos for those people,
There wouldn't be anything substantial in our conversation.
And because I couldn't care less,
Nothing they say stick in my head,
So I can ask the same question a thousand times.
And because what they say don't stick in their heads too,
They can tell me the same story a million times.

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Autumn.
I thought that there would be reddish leaves falling,
Lining the streets, in-sync with beautiful orangey sunsets.

I was mistaken.
The reddest things around have been the classic phone booths,
And the only thing that lines the streets is piss from drunkards.

Despite that, the cool air really rocks.