I've been having this urge to dress as Charlie Chaplin and walk down Orchard Road. The more I think about it, the more it pesters me. I already have a bowler hat, or at least a hat that is bowler-like. I have the black-tie. I have the pants. I have the loafers. I could borrow a coat.
I just need a cane, I could probably use a black umbrella, but if I want to dress like him...I should just go all the way, shouldn't I? I've been dreaming about it a lot too. I wonder if I could get Dre or Ria to dress along...Maybe as Sally O'Neil or someone. I'll wait till Dre comes back. If the urge is still there, then I shall.
This isn't some statement I'm trying to make like the jester hat last Christmas. It's just truly what my heart feels like doing.
I could overanalyse myself and wonder if this is my own way of mourning after the wake. It has been a long time since anyone from the paternal clique has called me Charlie.
But I won't.
Because if I do, I won't stop. And I've had enough of myself for the last week or so, thank you very much.
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