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I think I recall quite clearly the last time we met was at WX's 21st birthday. We bidded goodbye at the bus stop. The walk to the bus stop was a long one... and then we never met again. Before today, I had rehearsed in my head many times how I would react if we were to meet again, ever. Fate has never been exceptionally kind to me... until today. I watched him walk past me, myself in a state of shock. Surprise. Whatever you call that. By the time I recovered, he was gone. I waited. Made a few rounds. Waited again for a miracle. Nope it did not happen. I was just stupid to have let fate slip by when it tried to take place. Actually I really wanted to just ask, how are you? Maybe we should really learn to let go, so that those we have missed can really become part of our memory.

Last week's meeting with the minister still felt surreal. But anyway I finally have some time to catch up with people.  Sis and I got caught in a deluge this morning. But I think it was quite worth it because we had nice fishball noodles for breakfast. That was rare. And for the first time I waited for the internal feeder bus to go to work because I did not have my umbrella with me. That was rare too. And so I decided to spare some time, had lunch with HMG, and then the mooncakes looked too pretty I got a box for the ex-colleagues. Of course, I had a brief chat with the ex-boss. Things have since changed, and feel different now. But I wish for nothing except good health for the nice old colleagues. Caught L Storm with the sister. It was a great movie and I have missed watching HK crime movies so much. The combination of Chilam Cheung and Louis Koo was just perfect and I cannot wait for a possible sequel.  On the way home, I put the song on loop again. And I was quite close to ...

Never really felt this was possible, but I really tried today. And am of course very proud of myself. The usual knee pains...but I think at least I achieved something I set out to do from the start of this year.

I was really quite sick and tired of work, so I claimed my time-off to take a breather. I decided maybe I should visit a bookstore - it is my favourite thing to do whether I am feeling high or low... It is therapeutic after all, I know because I got two books and paid for them at the counter within ten minutes after I stepped into the bookstore. Today has not been the best day but good enough I guess. I just wasn't feeling very well from whatever I ate yesterday or this morning. And so I had a simple croissant and chamomile tea for dinner at Starbucks while I started on one of the books. It was just sad... That I had to stop for a while and look out of the window. I always like the window seat. Speaking of which, that Starbucks has since changed... About 4 years back, I was sitting at the same corner, only difference is it was a couch not a table and chair. I remember having nothing but my android tablet with me and I just kept crying for hours. Today reminded me a little of that d...

Shaun's grandma passed on this week, so BF and I went to attend the wake yesterday. Shaun was his usual self. I have known him for nearly two decades, he has always been a very chill person. But as he narrated how his granny breathed her last breath and left eventually, I knew something stung his heart. I think maybe, we always have that little tinge of regret when someone leaves us. I would say Shaun is our family friend because he comes over every weekend and my mum even wants to acknowledge him as her godson. So my sister was asking me about Shaun and how old his granny was when she left. 73 years old, I said. "Long enough," my sister said. And so the whole day I kept wondering what "long enough" should mean. Is a life considered a worthwhile one because of its length? Or should it be its value? I think we are so used to measuring so many things in quantities, that we hardly consider their quality? I wished Mr. Yeo had lived longer. But in the couple of years...

I think finally, I am getting there.