recently i keep having bubbletea cravings, n it's not a good thing. everytime i wanna have a cuppa, it's always closed. so i went down again today, to get some bubbletea n probably a good spot to cry. but there weren't no bubbletea n there weren't no spots.


i dun understand y these ppl dun go home when the bubbletea shop has closed, y is it tt they have to get all cuddly at the playground n not move it back to the bedroom so i can get some space to let some tears run since i can't cry at home.


in the end, i combed the carpark (like we did not too long ago) alone, n thot of a deserted playground nearby n headed forth. again, there were heaps of ppl who had seemingly no intention of gg home.


in the end... i found two pieces of railings n sandwiched myself between them n watched the cars go by. watching them got me hopeful tt mayb the phone i left at home was ringing n tt one of these taxis had the sent me a present. but all the hired taxis zoomed past without a pause, making wonder y are they travelling so fast on such a small road?


after sitting for a really long time, a bus came along but with not much of any luck so i told myself i would depart on the count of the tenth hired taxi since there weren't any bubbletea (yes, i m still harping on the bubbletea). as fate would have it, the taxis disappeared amazingly. waiting and waiting, i changed my "thought" to tenth taxi (without the "hired") instead.

n so i sat foolishly for a really really long time. n by the time the tenth taxi came along, i din feel like crying anymore. it just felt therapeutic, like pasting reinforcement rings.