The Ladies Who Lunch

you know you're a sucker for romance when you feel all nice and fuzzy at this:

"because serene likes it what."

this guy remembered when i was leaving for the US, the exact date i was coming back, and lent me a book to read on the plane ride to and fro.

and he isn't even a friend.

he's the counter guy from goldheart.

everytime when i would pass by his outlet, he'd slip me a few grape-flavored candies.

today, just as he was packing up the stuff my aunt and mom bought, he scooped up a whole bunch and dropped it into my mom's paper bag.

so while the two ladies were laughing and my aunt was like "hey...why you give her, didn't give me", he made that statement.

don't get me wrong. i'm so not attracted to him like that.

but it just felt nice that someone remembers all this little details.

and it's not like i pour my lifestory out to him, and visit him ever so often.

c'mon...how often do you go to a jeweller?

it's one thing to be a good salesperson. but it's a gift to be able to make someone feel the way i felt.

i'm pretty sure i made many people feel that way when i was flying =)

i kinda miss leong heng...he's the guy who orchestrated the whole 50th anniversary thingee...the guy who put his life on hold just because he wanted to do this well.

i'm proud to have him as my new group scout leader, and our dear big bird as his able assistant.

you know...i'm tearing as i think of all we've been through in the past months.

sigh...i really wanna let them know how much they mean to me...but how?

i need to do something for them before i go. i need to leave behind a legacy.

speaking about leaving...

the one excuse i've given myself for not "settling" is that one day, i'll leave.

and because i don't want anyone to get hurt when that day comes, i'll just run whenever something's about to happen.

you know what the most ironic thing is?

it's that i'm finally leaving in a year...and this is the loneliest i've ever felt.

right now, i'm just wishing that someone would loan me his shoulder to cry on.

and his arms to feel a little safe in.

i need more than just a sanctuary in my room.

if you knew i was leaving...and things wouldn't work out...

would you still go out with me?

(*yes i would like to know what you think...all of you)