So ngl I did manage to watch it not in theatres, but then found out for some fucking miracle reason it is being released in theatres in my tiny country so I went to watch it. Cried, extremely beautiful movie.
Elliot walks in with fucking like 7 plastic bottles in a white button-up and I go woah. And this mf goes “yeah I know, it’s the last clean shirt I had.”
On the 28th of January 2026 I got scammed by Cai Png Uncle in Singapore Polytechnic Foodcourt 3. He was supposed to charge me $4, but he charged me $7. He took advantage of being old and unable to speak properly. I’m fucking furious and this has plagued my mind. Count your days.
I read on public transport often, but do not have the fear of being perceived as performative. This is because I am often reading with a Fanny pack and shorts on.
There's an old man who does exercise in the morning on the carpark rooftop. He often very obviously perceives me, but I wonder does he know I'm back or does he see a different person every time.