dear nurul utha, i hope you'll feel guilty after reading this.

i am clueless to why there isnt a single dustbin around the bus interchange. thus, i made my way to the nearest food court. and still i couldnt see any rubbish bin. so i decided to place it on the pushing cart that the cleaners used when they make their rounds of clearing plates and cups cause i thought everything that is placed there will go straight to the bin and oh, that's when i heard a ear splitting shout from an old man;

"oi! girl! you stupid arh! go throw it in the dustbin! that is not a dustbin!"

and i turned to see that he was actually glaring at me and somehow attracted all the onlookers around.

i was so sure my face turned lobster red though my skin is favourably dark to see anything.

"arhh i dnt knw where is the dustbin"

" you stupid! you think this look like a dustbin! stupid girl!"

"im sorry.."

and i walked off feeling like a sore loser.

and i carried the empty bubble tea cup all the way back home and dispose it only when i reached home.

the funny thing is. i cried in the bus. and i dont even know why. this is what i get from doing a good deed to a friend. great. just great.

i hate february already.

Nurul Ain Norazman
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