Monday, November 26, 2007
chiong my pathetic report till 6am. had my pathetic slp for 1hr. n if u bet, u will win. i overslpt.
yet it was my most happiest moment of today. came out of lift. the feeling "it's coming, hurry" was damn strong. bus instinct was rite, b4 i can cross the road, it already came to the bustop. time was 8.27am.
ya, u will think tat 3min how i can make it. well i didnt. best part was, i still daredevil-ly cross the road. of cos, ppl honk. almost got hit. but it juz lies there waiting for me. the bus uncle gave me a smile when i hopped up.
u know, lil' stuff is enough to brighten ur day even w/o the sun.
half-way weighing, another lab supervisor bring a pretty gal walk walk ard. intro here n there. when it's my turn, guess wad the mdm said?
"ya, here is another student. KAI WEN."
... ... ... (so familiar hor.)
"erm, im kairong."
"OH, haha i always mix up u with another gal in other lab"
and surprising, in our tiny discussion, tat gal suddenly made her intro. name...very unqiue. her confidence, somehow resemble some1. i fade away.
break time. i chose an empty table. i sit. mother still stirring her drink. the gal suddenly came in again. she chose an empty table beside. she sit. mother still stirring her drink, i stared at the windows wondering since when the flowers outside bloom. before i found my ans, she left her seat. and came to my table. mother finally stirred finish. and i know the match-making session she was going to do. so play along b4 finding excuse to leave.
father was like "wah, 你那里可以这样。。。今天要交才给我。。。last min的" haha, thks for his grammar editing. b4 i send the report...
damn, i had interesting words but they had to be 委屈 inside the boring report format. e.g "i do the washing daily" but the report dun allow passive voice. as u see, the phrase w/o "I" will be meaningless le rite. TIO BO? tiO~
and for a moment i tot some places having wars...if not how come today received so many crisis rice samples. KNN, need to grind 27 packet of them...
but duno y i kinda luv today. felt so lucky back again. no more suayness. even when i walk home, the wind will caress my back. time for the wound to recover liao.
reflected at 7:21:00 PM
From a Boy to Man
Once a Marist, always an Officer