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Tones of Pink

 

2359.... the End.

my leave will end at 2359 today...
be going back to work...reluctantly.
i noe work is piling up for me,
but somehow i have not recollect my feelings or motivation to go back to office.

distance is not a problem for me,
im use to travelling.
i study in temasek poly in my younger days, and i stayed at commonwealth,
u can imagine how i travel and transfer from train to bus, from bus to train..
so, honestly, im use to it.
the thing abt staying at my new place now is, the location is rather straighforward.
i dun hv to transfer bus,
when i reached the mrt station, that's it, it will be jus another walking distance of 5mins, a mere 450m to my new hse.
i travel from my place to dhobby ghaut tonite, and i took 20mins.
so far so good.

but....i jus realised i have the weakest point ...
i can't say goodbye to my mom...
i will tear ...

i missed home, and i missed her.
i missed my neighbourhood and i do hope we dun hv to grow up.
i missed the time when my mom hold my hand tight, refuse to let go, afraid that i'll run away from her, fell down, or get knocked by oncoming traffic...while i always try to break free...
ha....
its the childhood era....

i settled very well in my new hse,
but....it only happens when i say goodbye to her...
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