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Today was the don't know "how many" th times of meetings we had since 911. Everytime we meet, will encountered different kind of feelings, different joy, different things happened, different different and different. As usual, I meet him at Tampines control station after work. In fact, I wanted to meet him because - I miss him. Yes, alot alot. I miss his smile, his hug, his kiss and everything. I don't know why I felt too indifferent when I was with him. I could behave just like a ten years old kid, compared to what I usually behave when I'm in school, office or at home.He was waiting for me at NCS bus stop because I stayed in the office to wait for him. Because boss asked me to zap 2 large files for her. Because of that it hold me back. Luckily I've got Pat to help me reduced my work. I should thank her as so because I could meet my dear dear faster. He handed my a packet of Bamboo SaltCoffee. I was so surprised, didn't expect that there are really such coffee exist! Keke~ He told me it cost him 80 cents. I kept it and give him a kiss. Is it salty? I was wondering how it taste like because I can't bear to drink it.
After dinner, we took a bus back to seng kang. In the bus, he told me he had learnt how to fold a tortise origami. I leanrt that from JL brfore but I forgot how to make one. He tore the pierce of bus ticlet into a square and carefully, concentrating hard as the bus was shaking while moving. I was keen to learn at first. So as he fold, I disturbed him, the more he fold, the more I disturb. Heez. As we walked to the interchange, I followed his foot steps, trying hard to match his pace paterns. Left, right, left, right. Suddenly feels that the whole world only left the two of us. Our happy moments~ I hoped this momoent of happiness never ends. Never. I love you dear.
posted @ 2:26 PM
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