how do u feel? - my friend asked
how do i feel? - i think i need to ask my inner self
i remember, the first
time i looked at him, he was at the door.
he was at door of a bus. the bus was receiving all of us who
were the freshmen of NTU from Malaysia. he was manning our bus, responsible for getting these young sheep safe and sound to the campus.
i didnt know whom he was speaking too. he looked outward, talking to someone. So i saw him, standing at the door of bus. i saw
his left face only. i remember his hair had a little bit of gold. shinning.
do you find the guy at the front door good looking - my good
friend Ng asked me.
oh. friend. you have known me for many years. you know i
always like guy who looks a bit like street artist, busker, have long hairs...
he is not my type. - i answered
our conversation was that short, i believed. and we were
referring to him from the last and second last row of that bus.
that was the moment i first took a look at him.
my good friend asked me to.
1 comment:
thanks! i appear in the first post!
ng
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