going to hurl my ice cafe mocha out the taxi window

ard the late afternoon,

me and my mom popped down to bugis

national lib to disturb daddie abt at his project.

I felt awkward.

dressed like a bum.

i felt all cosy and comfy i my clothes.

bt i was dressed as a half pass hoodie

which couldnt even pass as one.

i lost my cross...

my hair wasnt done

and make up consisted of olny blusher.

my outfit was mismatched

i guessed i looked ok.

for the neighbourhood mall roaming

me mom and dad went to dinner at the pasta cafe.

my cutlery ettiquiet skills failed.

hey i had to switch the fork and spoon.

and manouver the spagetti without looking dumb.

its was fun though.

i wanted to binge at bugis street.

bt mom was busy keeping me away from the crowd.

out of no where mom asked me something awkward.

bt true.

so i spilled abit.

bt its nice having mom know i feel that way.

coming to the end of the outing.

we went to hans for dessert.

i got this ice cafe mocha to go.

the coffee part of the mocha stunned me to death.

bitter as hell.ack!

so on the taxi i was this small kid.

i looked out the window as if this was my first time in town.

the moon was blocked bt it had this glow ard the couds

which seemed to go bright then dark again and again.

sippping on my mocha.

the tast had my tounge all numb

so it turned sweet.

the mocha i mean.

you dont know how many memories and

issues came to mind on that trip home.

the taxi was in the area of the hotel we had prom.

so yea. one memory lead to another.

how i was reminising...

then came in the issues of the present.

i had to keep sipping on the clod mocha or

a sweeling fimilar feeling stuck in my throat.

that feeling when you know you keeping your tears from running.

smile it of....

when my mocha finished passing

the mandai road sign,

i just kept thinking.

I had the moon for company.

it was nice having somthing always there constantly.

just plastered at the window.

foolish aint it.

happy good friday.

bring me back to secondary 4.