i know i asked for solitude, but getting stranded for half an hour along steven's road is just ridiculous.

it was a saturday night. orchard road leads to stevens. of course i wouldn't get a cab till after eternity. but i waited anyway.

i ended up standing at the side of the road, sporadically flagging hired cabs. for a while i sat at the island bus stop by myself, and just waited. for nothing at all. it felt strange, that i was comfortable just sitting there, waiting for nothing and knowing that if i didn't get up and flag i'd be there all night because my parents were out of town.

but somehow it felt alright. for that instance i felt like i had all the time in the world just to wait, for nothing. or maybe for something i know not what.

after a while i realized the island bus stop wouldnt help any so i walked to the bus stop further down where it wasn't so cluttered with cars. i stood at the double yellow lines for about half an hour, trying to get a cab. and sometimes, i'd just stand there, still, taking it all in. in between the traffic lights when the road in front of me was empty i could hear the chirps and the humming of night. there was a rare breeze which passed through the bougainvillea bushes every few minutes and rustled the leaves. the perfect arch of the expressway and the way it curved into infinity - with the lights lining it like a pathway .. to somewhere.

it felt good.

+ posted by M @ 2:20 AM