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Friday, October 28, 2011
Have You?


Gosh,I keep missing and the result is,my thoughts are keep on piling;waiting to be poured out..so here it goes..

Date: A week ago
Venue: LRT Train
Time: Afternoon

One fine afternoon,as I sat down on a chair in the lrt,I was drifted by memories that lies in my head. Memories after memories and then there I was thinking of what could have happened if it is not meant to be this way. Everything that is happening to me right now are all links.
As I look left and right, I see people with their own companions either friends, family or boyfriends/girlfriends. Then the moment of awkwardness starts as I noticed I am alone and there is no one else alone as I am,which quite puzzled me.

After minutes waiting,looking at stations after stations whenever the door opens (which I so look silly since I have nothing to do) there was a young man (which could probably around my age) sitting at a bench at the station.The moment where the door opens,I noticed he was looking down,either waiting for his train or probably waiting for someone. As I observed him,looking at his gestures,he then looked up and saw me looking at him(I was like,opps,I know it is rude to stare). But then,there he was looking through my eyes,instead of giving me the wth look,he was just like me,looking deep into our each other eyes and think deep.

I wasn't judging him but my mind somehow googled what could be his inner thoughts and feel. Is he lost?Is he searching for someone or something that is missing in his life?Does he feels alone? probably he has problems?Or could he just need someone to talk?

Bang!The door was shut and our eye contact were disconnected.I looked down and start thinking,hey,it's a 'mirror'!What am I actually looking at the person was actually my thoughts of what I felt and it is not only me feeling it that way.I am not ALONE.I was amazed of how few minutes could changed me of how I view things for a lifetime!


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