what are the chances that you reach home at say 9pm with a stomach still empty and you see your favourite stall at the coffee shop opposite your house still open. you happily da-bao your dinner.
your stomach is now growling with even more excitement. you take the lift, stand outside your door and start digging for your keys.

no keys.

back pocket
front pocket
still no keys.

out of desperation, you ring up your parents to find that they are in the middle of a talk.
'we will be back at 12 plus', they say.

you sit at the steps, barely finishing your dinner because it doesnt taste as nice anymore, and start to rot outside your own house hoping that someone could be there beside you so you dont have to be all alone.

you've 2 presentations and 1 quiz the following day but all you can do is to sit there and stone. silently wishing that someone could be there beside you so you dont have to feel so sorry for yourself.


thats self stupidity i can laugh over next time.

i guess seeing someone appearing at your steps just because that someone didnt want you to be there alone is such a romantic thing. and i can only fantasize about it.