On Mornings Like These
May 7th, 2007
but of course i didnt just wake up; i just havent gone to sleep yet. i’m sitting around eating ice cream from a brand i dont even like. i can hear the whistling of the LRT’s tracks as the train of a particular 7-minute interval cruises smoothly along them. it is a sound that reminds me of mismatched curtains and bedsheets, strawberry cheesecake ice cream and laughing over MSN chat history.
i wish i was on that train going somewhere, staring at the shoes of people i dont know or seeing who’s kind enough to give up their seats to ladies and the elderly. maybe bump into a Fireangel on the way to gym or an ex-high school teacher who still wears the same black polka-dotted blouse. i could get down at Masjid Jamek and buy banana fritters, or i could get down at Taman Jaya and spend the day reading old books at the secondhand bookstore in Amcorp Mall. anything. as long as i’m not here sitting around eating ice cream from a brand i dont even like.
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