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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I have to comment

I want to write down coz I wanna remember you.

Yesterday, I wore a rather bright pants and he commented, then we had a stroll and being chatty about recent... all the way to the canteen. Today, I wrote on the whiteboard and he commented too on our similarity, which is .. just about 10% of us exist in this world. Judging from his expression, he was delighted. Also having the same type of thinking as we laughed silently during one session of disagreement with the other party. As if we clicked, but just not yet.. I mean, we were at the Operation and Management training, I was enthusiastic and he was yawning away, making the trainer calling his name to do a readout. Haha. During the break, he asked me for fussball and then we had a good game, yea right, being trashed right out by a pro but still enjoyed it much. Crazy pair and he was indeed a very different partner. Then, I watched him played bomberman..with such extreme excitation.. weird fella but very special.

He's a genius who showed us only his silly side.
He did almost everything from camel riding to scuba.
His words are prudent, sharp, non-judgemental and opinionated.
His thinking is an ocean.
He went to SDU at 24.

It's a pity he's going back to the States soon. All these talks and knowing each other..though, I know you belong there, you smelled like a New York dude.. most importantly, your thinking were absolute, fair and non-judgemental. I did enjoy the times we spent together very much, not forgetting the dance we nailed at the wedding at the quest of your invitation...I wish you all the best, and hope you could get into Standford, marry a nice girl.. and get on with life as it is.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Going home is sweet

Since when you had became so significantly great these days, I don't know why. Knowing that all the sparks we had, as if we could read each other's mind, oh yes we do..till now.. The times you would look back at me, only to me.. smiling for a reason. Now, you would still come by me.. sit by my side, watch me..i felt that not a word is more than enough.. You are not my knight, never my everything.. couldn't be.. but you are my history, my time turner, my medicine on wounds that won't heal a thousand years. I guess we never made our goodbyes.. never did the hellos..