Went home at 3AM past Tuesday morning. Shift started at 6PM and there was no way in hell that I was going to wait until 4AM to go home at a "reasonable hour"
Took a regular bus (as opposed to an air conditioned bus) heading back to the south. The bus is a moving coffin of rust and drunken passengers. My feet rested against an old car battery and a window pane fell on some hapless persons head.
It was made of purple plastic and no blood was shed.
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Even at 3Am, the streets are hardly quiet. The last time I saw empty streets, I was in 1st grade and it was the holy week.
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Just spoke to you over chat and though I have ceased to look at your pictures, I can still see you in my mind. They way you smiled, the way you feigned concentration, the way you looked in surprise when you realized that I was going with you to the beach.
And sometimes, I still look at the door thinking that you will walk in. I know it's completely stupid but it doesn't matter. You, however, DO matter. I am experiencing another lawyerdude moment here, thinking that our story isn't done yet. But I know it is because I've been there and I have done lots.
And for some reason, I can tell you all these things and know that I won't regret having said them.
I miss, miss, miss, you.
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@ REI : Please send us a message indicating that you are relatively unhurt and well. I hope that you weren't too affected by the quake.
1 comment:
aaawwww....thank you lau, i'm unhurt and well. although the aftershocks are quite intense and scary for a couple of seconds (seconds that seem to last a lifetime).
all is good and i love reading your blog.
i hope you do really did tell him that you missed him
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