went to esplanade alone today after everyone else went off for their own business(sorry, couldnt find a more apt description in my vocab currently)

because we started at cityhall.. when we got there, the direction of esplanade kept calling me like a ghost...
i didnt want to be a nuisance so i only went after they went off.

walking there alone, towards the esplanade was like almost like a walk down memory lane. like my own personal museum.
here and there, so many little things... i shouldnt say i felt all depressed. in fact i felt kinda happy to be back at where i stood more than a yr ago. with a totally different and new life.

i didnt really managed to sit down and chill.. coz there were rowdy mats and minahs around.. and the problem was that there were more minahs than mats. so i was alone.. and everyone else was in pairs... they just wouldnt stop staring at me...

i walked around for a bit, got REALLY uncomfortable and left. a pity i didnt really get to stand at the same exact spot on the terrace... there was a family, most likely tourists, taking pictures of themselves.

nvm... next time then.

its been soooo long....
401 days..