I am stupid.

I was feeling thirsty and was craving for bubble tea after walking the entire town area to run my errands.

I ordered, paid for it and then I remembered something else.

I was hungry.

I crossed the road to the dumpling noodles shop right opposite, and then sat myself down and ordered my noodles and a cup of tea.

Then it struck me.

WHERE THE HELL IS MY BUBBLE TEA?

I burst out laughing and I cringed badly.

I finished my noodles and I was afraid the uncle might recognise me and it would be damn embarrassing.

So, I walked back to the shop to the laughters of the uncle and his assistant. I sheepishly asked for my honey red tea which I had left behind half an hour before.

Uhm….. my skin quite thick after all.

***

There are times, we feel the need to barrier ourselves, so that we wouldn’t get hurt in the process.

Maybe that’s how innocence is lost. A tiny bit, a tiny bit, and then it all dwindles away.

We get all cynical, we get all suspicious, we get all.. afraid.

Disappointment is capable of mass destruction, and construction.

But one should also remember how tough, exhausting, draining it is, to build a barrier that great a scale.

***

I woke up from just a couple of hours of unsettled sleep, and felt an urge to head out to complete some stuff.

It was raining and I headed out with the drizzle pelting down.

I took a train. I walked around Raffles Place, taking in the memories the place brought me.

I walked for a long, long while, did what I wanted, and then headed to City Hall.

From there, I walked to Bugis.

I dropped by the location where Brian was having his seminar so I could sort out some work stuff with him.

And then, I took a bus to Alexandra. Terribly bus sick.

I had drinks with Wenmei as it rained outside. It has been a long while since I last felt so cozy with the rain out there.

The rain ceased a little and I made my way home while the workaholic continued her OT.

Okay I walked a long, unsheltered way out of the area with the rain getting heavier, before I felt a great urge to pee, and had to run back to the building through the tunnel…

Was pretty aimless, before I took the first bus that came by. It was pretty dazzling as I watched the traffic from the most forth seat… and alighted to change another bus, before walking home with the skies cleared.

I think I do prefer train rides.

***

Had various conversations with SBB, and it is a good change and brilliant diversion from work.

I breathe easier.

***

There is a very nice garden in my neighbour’s backyard. A magnificent, pretty, refreshing one.

People tend to want to have a closer look at it everytime they drop by, because it is so different from my plain, simple one. Sometimes, it could be hideously messy, or just, erratically ugly.

And everytime, people excuse themselves, saying how they want to look at my garden, when all they want, is to peer over next door. The proximity to my neighbour’s fanciful garden.

But when I see the trail of trampled plants and flowers they leave behind, I feel an ache for the love and attention I so painstakingly shower them with, are reduce to nothing with all their carelessness.

They never had a chance. To grow. To become what their seeds set them out to be.

Weeds then grow, and the plain, boring beauty of my garden is then buried.

What do you say? Rosebushes for my garden?

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