EW13/NS25

Disclaimer: please read this series of posts starting from EW29, then backwards.

My semi-colon tattoo was made of our spontaneous decisions; mine was to walk to the tattoo parlour here, while yours was to spend your free movie tickets on yourself and your best friend. Remember when we yelled at each other back at Clementi? This is the argument that came to top that one, more ridiculous and unnecessary and waste of a life.

Take me back to the time when you told me over the phone, Let's go to the movies soon, I have some free tickets. Any movie. I said yes because movie dates were one of our favourite pastimes.

Take me back to when you texted me that you had used them. On Luqman, for Suicide Squad, a movie that he already watched beforehand and didn't even like. I still remember exactly which aisle at work I was standing in when I read that text.

If you had wanted to use them on your best friend, you shouldn't have offered them to me. I wouldn't have minded if you used them on him, period, if you didn't mention them to me first. You tried to argue, it's just movie tickets, they're just seven dollars. But you know it was never about the price. It was about the words that you gave.

You never understood, and I wish you did. Somehow, you never learn that the smallest things meant so much to me. But I also wish I never allowed my anger to take control. I wish it was me who said It's just movie tickets, instead of you.

You walked out to the lobby at Police Cantonment Complex without me there, when I would always be faithfully waiting. I was three stations away, getting a punctuation mark on the edge of my wrist, out of anger. Anger at you, for not understanding and for having him in your life; anger at myself, for my anger itself.

The view of you holding my wrist and looking at it burns in my mind, as everything else does. The way you flung my hand aside and snapped, Fifty dollars for this? I could have bought for you five movie tickets lah.

From my first tattoo, born out of my emotions, to the drinks you consumed out of trying to fit in with your cabin crew mates. Sometimes we alight here abruptly, when we suddenly decide to go Orchard, or Woodlands, jumping out just as the doors start to close. City Hall, the station of impromptu decisions, from tattoos to sudden outbursts of anger.