his eyes were not blue.
but it sure was deep.
i was at the bus stop, and suddenly it happened.
he looked at me, and i said 'yong heng'.
friendly chat.
he was smaller then i remembered.
well, i guess memories are always prettier.
or have i grown so much bigger?
it has been awhile.i dont think of him no more.
he tout i was in jjc.
i wonder if he ever tout of bumping into me.
long forgotten history seemed to be dug out.
we spoke the names of keat , edric.
i never asked about his girlfren, but i did ask abt him.
its amazing how bumping into an old fren can make pple smile.
i wished i could smile even more.
cos, smiling was communication, it said out loud 'im happy'.
old friend, is he even counted as one?
never ending essays n project work.
who am i kidding.
finishing quality work in a short deadline seem barely impossible.
we're being trained to do it.
whoever said poly was slack must have either been a genius or pon-ing lessons.
well.im none of it, so its tough yet.
life is short.live sweetly.
ciao.
and he once said: take care, world peace.
