my arms are sore! Been packing folders for the sec students since morning. Took my own sweet time since this is like a last minute request from my colleague this morning. always kena this kind of thing.
tml! everyone will be on leave, nearly everyone, so I must 'hold the fort'. The preferred words used here. anyway i wanna blog about a story i had read somewhere. details would be slightly hazy but the gist is there.
This is the day I met Biscuit. It wouldn't be convenient to reveal his name here but this is the endearing name that I had used for him.
I went to a bookstore with the intention of looking for a fiction book, something to read to pass a lazy weekend afternoon.
And then I see him, in a casual white shirt, slightly rumpled, a bit smug around the chest, sleeves rolled, and blue jeans.
I was standing around the newspaper/magazines corner, and subtlely checked if he had a ring, and also whether he was reading a pervy magazine..haha.
We made friendly eye contact and began chatting. It was casual yet I felt enthralled to continue the conversation. And then, I found myself sitting in a cafe and chatted some more. He told me stories about his travels and also his experiences of life he faced in those places. I, on the other hand, gave some funny accounts that I could think of, igniting his burst of laughter which was warm and accomodating.
Then, he excused himself, quite abruptly.

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