had made my way to the library to drop off Ten Mile River first, resisting the temptation to borrow another book, before walking to the bus stop that had the bus which would bring me to changi airport.
read Winter Town on the bus, alighted at T3 with the hopes of buying a kit kat chunky caramel (one of my absolute favourites) but nope, there was just the cookies and creme one, which unfortunately had memories of tht boy.
tried not to recall, but damn. it was too late. me 0 him 1.
saw dunkin donuts, never knew they opened one on the 'outside' side of T3. it was empty apart from two girls studying in one of the booths, thought i'd chillax there til 830, which was the time my mom would have finished working.
but then i was like, my main intention of coming here was to watch aeroplanes, not to drink coffee and chillax at a cafe.
made my way to T1, up the escalator tht brought me to the viewing plaza. stared at all the aeroplanes, standing on the little glass floor. all sorts of thoughts had came to my mind then.
eons later made my way back down, to the little bookshop near the airasia counter. spent some eons browsing thru the novels, thought of buying the horror book by this japanese author, or the one called Headhunters by good ole Jo Nesbo (the book was only 14 bucks!) .
but nah. in the end, made my way to the magazines corner pondering over which one to get. eventually i decided on Asian Geographic, aft thinking tht the sch aint giving us those anymore, right?
took the skytrain to T3 back to dunkin donuts, dumped my stuff at one of the booths and made my way to the counter.
ordered an iced coffee before lingering around there, not sure where to wait til my drink was done. the countergirl said to me, as if she had read my mind, "you can wait at the side for your order to be ready."
so found a chair by the straws and looked around the little cafe while waiting for my iced coffee to be made.
eventually, the worker dude peeked over the counter and stared at me with a cuppa in his hand. he looked lost, and i thought he looked kinda cute.
he said to me, "is this yours?" i was like, "iced coffee?" and then he looked lost some more before nodding his head off and repeating "iced coffee. iced coffee."
God. he's cute. but he had a lot of piercings, which was damn contradicting to his cute exterior.
sat back at my place sipping z iced coffee, writing in my little notebook. just writing and writing, getting rid of all the rubbish tht's been making the inside of my heart stink really badly.
not saying it's all out clean right now, but the little writing session made me feel so much better. as it always does.
the world feels and sounds so much better without having my ears plugged into by earpieces. like seriously. it's been like, what, 2 or 3 weeks since i discovered my phone's jack was spoilt.
so anyway. when it was 830, made my way to the toilette before gg back to T1 on the skytrain to meet my mom at the airasia counter.
i enjoyed tht solitary escapade while it lasted.
and now here i am, sitting at my own desk back home, sharing my day with you.
i found this in my big bright notebook before i left house this evening. it made my day.
and the dunkin donuts worker dude. he's really so cute. kept thinking abt the way he smiled so shyly when passing me my iced coffee. when will i see him again, if i do? will i have any chance at all to talk to him someday, other than "can i have an iced coffee?" ?
wow, this is the first time ive talked like this abt a boy i met once ._.
unfortunately, unless or until i meet him again and get a chance to know him eons better, my heart still belongs to the most douchebaggest douchebagic douchebag in the world. the D-cube.
hey i like tht. the D-cube. the D-cube yo. hahahah!
i'm smiling to myself! hehe.
and i'd be the M-cube. most moronest moronic moron. hehehe!
...i'm scaring myself .
aku, bersama sepasang kaki,
aku, yang tidak yakin dengan kelajuan ini.
aku, dengan semangat setajam duri.
aku, yang tidak percaya diriku memang berani.
i, with a pair of legs.
i, who doesnt have faith in this speed.
i, with courage sharp as thorns.
i, who doesnt believe i really am brave.
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