it takes juz a bad joke to make myself feel bad for the night...
i realli wanna make u hapi i guess...
anw i walked the streets thats so last yr tis wk..
i saw the busstop we waited at...the carpark we had our morn exercise...the sch we climbed...the ATM machine we used to stand, where i was suppose to check the timing for the nex train...yet countless train came n went....
the idea tt i might stumble upon her at the void deck or the tunnel or somewhere stil makes mi anxious...
Ate at the curry rice place...the auntie gave mi xtra rice which made mi bloated both in the stomach n in my mind....
tpy mrt iz stil in tt bright yellow...guess i'll always rmb tt station...the place where happiness came n went like the trains...
