Bow Down

I am at the Holy Mosque in Makkah right now, lying on my bed waiting for the car to fetch me up to Jeddah airport. As I was browsing my Facebook timeline, Tony posted a picture of a very familiar face, looking so gleamingly happy in his traditional Malay costume, beside a girl that I didn't know (who looked equally happy).

Custard is getting married today. No invitation. Nothing.

Do I feel sad? No.
Do I feel mad? No.
Do I feel helpless? No.

Perhaps it is the best time for him to end his single, alone, maniac life. He should've told her what happened. But perhaps not.

Congratulations. This world needs a little love.


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