we were cruising down the expressway at 120 km/h after supper last night.
windows open, music blasting, the car raced through the road in the velvet thickness of the night.
the wind was in our hair, our face and in every word we speak.
it was pure adrenaline. i could have remained there forever.
thank you, lester. thank you, weiliang. you didn't know it, but both of you helped so much.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 4:57 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music