Blue by The Birthday Massacre
Plastic blue
invitations in my room
i've been waiting here for you
reservations made for two
sunlight fading
black tongues speak faster than the car can crash
you supply the rumours and i'll provide the wrath
romance is breaking every heart in two casting shadows
in the pale shade of blue
plastic blue
conversations in my room
saving every tear for you
trusting every word untrue
twilight fading
fate changes faster than the death of light
you provide the envy and i'll provide the spite
reflections cutting every face in two
casting shadows in the pale shade of blue
I had an early family reunion dinner at Tower Club today; for a $198++ per person 10 course dinner, it was fairly adequate. I'd prefer having black pepper crabs at the Long Beach restaurant to keeping myself all steel and proper in the midst of consuming all steel and proper food.
Apparently Uncle Henry is a VIP at Sentosa Integrated Resort so he happily invites us all to a visit to the casino. We had to remind him that the $100 entrance fee for Singaporeans still stands for our family. He gives a hearty laugh.
"Mr. Lee Kuan Yew has visited it, which means we must too."
I wanted to tell my German uncle that most money-concerned Singaporeans, which unfortunately includes my entire extended family in it, do not have any desire to part with their money for a statement as such. But, considering the great disparity in our positions, I kept my mouth shut.
The fairly adequate dinner, at 65 stories high, ended with a bill of 4000 bucks.