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The day trip

Randomly written something as the brief description of my visit to Gold coast in yesterday, my apologies if it sounds bad. After departed with his schoolmates, the teen got on the tram that carried him leaving Gold Coast, he took a short nap during the trip and woke up a few minutes before the tram arrived Helensvale.

Fortunately, that rest gave him some stamina that he urged hours ago. The power bank was giving the phone its last bits of power, and the tram horned abruptly as it attempted to warn something out of its way, caught the teen's attention for a moment.

The teen haunted by his own WIP was brainstorming while listening to music files that he downloaded for himself. Minutes later the tram arrived its destination and the teen disembarked, he walked to one platform to another, he was found waiting for the train that would bring him the journey across the capital cities of the Sunshine State again.

Despite the day trip was exhausting yet the teen did not regret about it at all even he basically slept barely and sustained with short nap and caffeine. Despite they didn't do much throughout the day, he somehow loosened the burden of the negativity that haunted him for years a bit. Despite it cost 27 AUD for each person, the teen found the skyline of Gold Coast somehow alleviated his mind, even the day trip was gloomy throughout the day. Despite the urge for a rest was huge, the teen insisted he would accompany the ladies for the strolling of the night market and their restocking in Woolworths, even he was just walking with them in the Supermarket.

Now the train has arrived. The teen embarked and got himself a seat. There were an aged man and a lady who both worn security uniforms that consisted of a cap, yet the teen focussed in his story and messaging with his another friend and paid no attention to their chatting. He switched the music into the Career Mode BGMs that came from the original Forza Motorsport and squatted his right feet to its counterpart. 

The geezer just grabbed himself a piece of chocolate from his lock bag that filled with lollies. The music was already playing the fourth one out of the eighteen soundtracks. As the train arrived Ormeau, a lady passenger disembarked and the old man pressed the button in order to open the gate. They smiled at one another before the passenger left the train.The teen peeked the window, yet there was nothing but darkness outside of the window, except some places that illuminated by the street lamps. 

The geezer sipped his canned coke that he grabbed from his pouch to hydrate himself for a bit, then he chatted again with his colleague.It was the eighth music files playing from the Bluetooth headphones, and the train arrived Beenleigh. The securities peeked the gate as it opens but it seemed nothing crucial was happening outside of it. The train continued its ride and the geezer picked up his smartphone and he seemed said something with it, possibly is he chatting with other colleagues?

The teen peeked the window again, yet it was so dark that not really worth to waste too many seconds to look at the scene, he recalled himself, how he was paying attention to it when he was en route from Brisbane, there were suburbs, farmlands, graveyards and churches… they might not be spectacular nor outstanding, but ordinary was what matter for those citizens out there, he knew. The teen looked and the geezer and he smiled to him, who greeted with his smile as well, that hopefully, gave one another some positivity from the dull train cabin. The teen scratched himself for a moment. The securities napped for a moment yet they were woken up by the train announcement that stated the train was skipping some stations between the stations between Loganlea and Altandi, the geezer said something to his female colleagues that made her giggled, yet the teen was not paying too much attention to it again, and he now noticed that the detached the headphones that led him skipped some files, he wore them again and hence, sinking himself to the music world. Despite the teen brought himself the history book yet he was way too exhausted now to read it with his concentration.

The security lady who carried a long ponytail that reached her back walked to the middle and chat with the geezer again, who was trying to repair the overhead hand grip, yet sadly he did not succeed, his colleagues grabbed the phone and helped him taking the photo of the broken grip, which hopefully, shall be repaired soon, they shifted the hand grips as the train went on, and they walked to the middle section, seemed to asking passengers some questions. 

It was 2 hours before Queensland stepping into the next day and the phone played the last soundtrack of the classification. Not long after it played the first one again, and then the teen changed the music to the partial complication of Forza 3 OSTs right before the train arrived Altandi, there were some youngsters at the platform, and the teen had no clue what they were doing. The securities walked towards the gate section and seemly went to the next cabin in front of where the teen was sitting at. The train now passed Banoon without stopping and the teen yawned again, he tapped his smartphone for a minute, yet he yawned again after that. 

The teen switched the music into a soundtrack originated from a game published by CAPCOM, and he napped again for minutes. 

The train had arrived South Brisbane already, the timer rung and the teen woke up again. Noticed the next station is where to drop off the teen stood up from his seat and scratched again, then disembarked with tiredness by pressing the button of the train gate as the train arrived Roma Street station. With some minutes of stumbling around the station under the warming up status after the nap could the teen left the building, he walked across the cold and raining street with his onyx umbrella towards a bus stop next to the King George V busway station. He found himself a seat to kill the waiting time after checking the bus schedule.

Minutes later had the 412 bus arrived, and the teen queued with others and they started the trip from Roma Street of City Center to Saint Lucia (via University of Queensland en route) with respective destinations in mind. The bus galloped across the Coronation Drive in the raining, freezing night, and it stopped occasionally to pick up the passengers who wanted to join the ride. 

Not long before the bus passed the Toowong station had the teen pressed the stop button that reminded the driver, and she stopped at the stop short later, and the teen gave her the regards before dropping off the bus. He opened his umbrella again and strolled towards the building where his accommodation is located. As he was about to enter the door he grabbed his wallet and unzipped the key card, and his acquaintances whom he met here pressed the button that opened the lobby gate for him, and he gave them the regards as well. He strolled towards the communal kitchen and took the thermos bottle out, in hope of grabbing himself some water, yet the water tapper seemed not functioning. Under the disappointment, the teen strolled toward the lift and waited. The exhaustion no longer held back and made him pressed toward one of the walls of the lift. His move when he was leaving the lift was not healthy nor stable as well.

The teen finally returned to his room, and he grabbed the leisure clothes immediately and got himself a bath. After that, the teen filled his mug with water. And he gulped it, for the sake for hydration as he had drunken nothing but bottled coffee throughout the day trip. Then he sat on the backwards-leaned chair, covering himself with quilt and a hugging pillow, having a short break as he was typing the personal short story on smartphone while listening to the live broadcast of a Hongkonger, and he fell asleep as he hasn’t done so properly for more than a day.