vanilla-ed

I miss the days, when Andy, Erica & the rest of the group just hang around having after party smoking-up sessions.

Who would have known that it (those good times) would end so fast. And, the group would be so segregated.

Everyone's living in a different place now. Me, near the central. Erica, up north. Andy is in Greece now. Thiago, I've no idea.


Yesterday, I asked the 'weekend guy' , ' Are you happy with me?'

'Yes.'

I wonder when did life mellowed. When did everything turn so vanilla.

Sugardaddy, or rather the ex-sugar daddy called up. He has been having some back problems for sometime now. So, no kinky times for him

However, he wants to meetup for lunch.

I might get him back on the hook, maybe not, he's quite annoying & very invasive at times.

The idea of selling your soul to the devil isn't too enticing that way.

I prefer one-offs. No small talks, just get straight down to business. That's the way I like.

haha...

A vanilla life, I wonder, Can I ever do it ?

I was looking through some photos of school mates from Singapore.That eerie feeling of dissatisfaction & unhappiness creeped in. I realised how unhappy I was there. How much I was disgusted with 'life' itself.

I've to work harder - academic wise . To ensure that I won't be sucked into that 'black-hole' again - or, rather "tiny red dot" .