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Thursday, October 26, 2006


This is a lazy noon. I am on MC today.

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I met this old lady on the way back, i recognise her immediately. She was alone just back from the market i presume. It wasn't the first time i saw her alone, but each time i see her, i could see that she is walking slower, with much more strands of white hair.
She was the old lady i use to envy when i was young. I remember when i was still schooling in secondary school, every morning when i go to school, i will see her and her husband walking hand in hand on their way to the market. They seldom talk, of cos occasionally exchanging some words, but their hands never left each other, as if they are afraid that either one will get lost.
And everytime after school, when i am on my way home, i will see the both of them again, walking hand in hand in their cute looking sport shoes crossing over to the reservoir for the evening exercise.
I always thought to myself, how splendid it will be to be their children, or even their granchildren. A loving couple will always set good examples for their offsprings to follow. Their family, must be a family filled with lots of love.
And i always tell myself, even if i am married with kids in future, i want to still hold my husband's hand, going to the market together, or even going for an evening walk together would be the kind of bliss i am looking for.
Don't get me wrong, i am still looking forward to that kind of bliss, its just a matter of time and who the person will be.
Anyway, that's not the point which i wanted to talk about.
I wanted to say, i couldn't take my eyes off this old lady when i met her today. A gush of emotions just rush through me and i felt like crying.
We made eye contact, i just couldn't stop myelf from looking, i could feel her loneliness and the kind of difficulty she had to go through. (She already had a little walking difficulty when her husband was still around) The kind of pain she had to endure because her husband is no longer around to walk with her hand in hand, the pain she had to go through when she lost her love.
Nothing important actually, i just had to type it out.
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I wanted to see a good ending for the both of you. But i don't what best. Of cos, i will be happier if things will be back like the past.
But whatever it is, i just wanted for both of you to be happy, if this is the best way, then so be it.
Still friends right? I will still be here, my number will never change.
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So his gone back? I understand the kind of thoughts that you have in your mind right now.
I couldn't decipher his actions as well. Maybe his just different from the typical local guy.
This short separation may be a good thing.
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I am going back to normal working hours by next week. And i am so not looking forward to that. But its time as well, for me to get my normal life back.
I must say this, but i have recently fell in love with another singer. 侧田。All thanks to Showen who introduce me to that one song, which led me to another and to another and to another. I went down to the music stores yesterday and bought all his albums that could possibly be available in the store.
His good!

6:23 pm

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