27th June 2007
Wednesday

Trying to get away from the noisy chattering of his friends, he came up with an excuse that he had to meet someone else at the mall. He alighted at the bus stop and started walking towards the mall. Without a destination in mind, he wandered the mall aimlessly, enjoying the solitude. Upon reaching the cinema, he bought a ticket for some random movie and went in. The time alone passed surprisingly fast. Before he knew it, the shops were closing, and sky already dark. Unwilling to head home, he got on a bus that brought him to the airport.

The airport is the other place apart from home which made him feel comfortable. The swarms of tourists, businessmen, students, and families moving to the departure gates, the anticipation of relatives and friends waiting for their loved ones at the arrival hall, the patrols keeping the premises safe. All these and more happening every single day without fail. Although he loathed crowds and people, he enjoyed people watching. And standing at the second storey looking down at the people checking in and walking around became his favourite pastime.

So the story continues, without a direction, without a plot. Writing whatever comes to mind, harbouring the hope that the story will lead to somewhere. It is really my first time writing something without actually thinking of what to write, and without a plot to follow.