as thirty dialogues bleed into one

it was chinese new year. you asked what bands i liked. i told you death cab for cutie, and you were surprised. i tried to think of any valid reason as to why people would be surprised. was it because i was wearing pink and you were wearing black? but it was chinese new year, after all. i hated pink, but you wouldn't have stayed around long enough to know. you asked which album i liked the most - i said all of them and replied you with your question. you said the album with the song 'The New Year'. i said i couldn't remember which album that was. and for no reason at all, you started singing, 'So this is the new year...'

i never saw you again after that. it was one of those shapeless, transient meetings at boring, meaningless gatherings.

once in a while, i wonder about these people i meet and seem to know (you did art too) and how they are now (like you). i later learnt you were in a renowned local rockband and couldn't even pay your own phonebills. i thought it was charming in a strange, almost embarrassing way. maybe because i could very well end up being very much like you. just a week ago i saw an anonymous fan proposing to you on the 'singapore secrets' livejournal community and i laughed.

paths cross and uncross ever so easily.

+ posted by M @ 2:12 AM