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9:54 PM
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by Li Jun
To be stuck at the construction site for too long a period of time, my colleagues looked forward to a lunch at Republic Polytechnic. As usual, we went off on Ah Hung's car and I will try to guess what they are talking about along the way. Most of the time, hanging around with my colleagues can be quite a endless word guessing game where they just prefer to speak in Cantonese, Hakka or the least of all - Hokkien but never to be Mandarin or English. Haha.. So Joshua (a burmese guy) and I will be blur blur most of the time, quite tuned off from conversations.
As we settled down on one of the tables and started eating, I realized that their eyes were not once laid on their plate of food but eyeing on pretty girls and nodding their heads with a wry grin. Haha.. Trap too long in the site. ^-^
As we settled down on one of the tables and started eating, I realized that their eyes were not once laid on their plate of food but eyeing on pretty girls and nodding their heads with a wry grin. Haha.. Trap too long in the site. ^-^
11:11 PM
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by Li Jun
After driving session at BBDC, I headed to board a bus at the opposite bus stand. Didn't bother to take note of the bus number till I get near to the door step, then I realised that I was queuing for bus 188. Since bus 187 still did not come, I decided to take a longer route home and that is to stop by the bus stop opposite his house.
Didn't know I will get melancholy until I alighted at his bus stop, facing his HDB block. Flashes of memory like snapshots of photograph skip through my head. I had a sudden wistful thought that if he could appear somewhere near for me to see whether he has fend himself well. Past conversations with him at the bus-stop strike hard on me, conversations that are still so fresh and recent to me that I can't believe we are already over. The opinions and ideas that we once shared at the bus-stop, the futile attempts of carrying him over my back, the silly dances that I once did to make him laugh and serious talk of the future hits me hard. I still can't kick off the habitual urge to pour my heart to him. The non-stop phone calls that he used to give me and I took it for granted. I missed all of it.
I can't help but feel sickly terrible at that moment, when I recalled that we clicked so well. We clicked so well but I chosed to turn away from him nonchalently, as deep in my heart I know clearly that he is a good friend to me. I am sorry for hurting him so much, and I missed him.
Didn't know I will get melancholy until I alighted at his bus stop, facing his HDB block. Flashes of memory like snapshots of photograph skip through my head. I had a sudden wistful thought that if he could appear somewhere near for me to see whether he has fend himself well. Past conversations with him at the bus-stop strike hard on me, conversations that are still so fresh and recent to me that I can't believe we are already over. The opinions and ideas that we once shared at the bus-stop, the futile attempts of carrying him over my back, the silly dances that I once did to make him laugh and serious talk of the future hits me hard. I still can't kick off the habitual urge to pour my heart to him. The non-stop phone calls that he used to give me and I took it for granted. I missed all of it.
I can't help but feel sickly terrible at that moment, when I recalled that we clicked so well. We clicked so well but I chosed to turn away from him nonchalently, as deep in my heart I know clearly that he is a good friend to me. I am sorry for hurting him so much, and I missed him.
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