Friday night at Timbre, my last night as a bum.  I start working again; teaching, on Monday. There was a blackout and then fireworks, meaningful conversations, funny conversations, emo conversations, catching up, and then lame jokes by Winnie. I took Abel's new Vespa on a spin; We celebrated 2 fake birthdays to get our request played. Calista didn't find the screws in her drink; We were a little too far away from the band, but I think most of us had fun. 

It felt like an indie movie - the gentle whisper of the waves reaching the shore; the blinking red lights from the lighthouse on the rocks, silently "beep beep", unsleeping brights lights from the line of buildings in the distance across the water, Sengkang, Punggol, Yishun, Yishun ; the whirl of the fishing line cast out to sea; lightning flashes randomly illuminating the sky; Winnie, arms outstretched, attempting to balance herself between two planks of the boardwalk, looking like a drunk ballarina and yet at the same time there was a certain sense of fragile grace to her movements, exuding sadness, , reminding me of my own.