yesterday night at 1am, i stormed out of my house and walked all the way to the 24hour kopitiam opposite the jurong chc church. i still cant believe i did that. and i felt brave. it was quite active there, many middle-aged males (from tuas i guess) were having their teh there and there was this whole group of boys like those of my sister's kind hanging out talking about clubbing and mostly about some lan game. initially i was kinda apprehensive. i was the only young girl other than the waitresses and i stuck out. but i heck-cared at ordered sheng mian and bought ice milo.
So there, Janet having a meal all by her own, surrounded by men in a kopitiam at 1.20am in the night.
It was quite a surprisingly good meal. It seemed like some miracle ego food. And I felt better.
So I walked home after finishing up the last scoop of noodles. I walked on the roads for a while since it was so strange to be standing where I could get honked or knocked down dead in the day. I walked like I was a car crawling along the roads. Then I quickly went back to the normal human pavement again and walked the remaining path home.
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