On the street, two NSFs with jokey cap on rush towards the bus stop. 5 years ago, that was me.
Life moves on. Life moved on.
... Don't regret this life that's chosen me. But these places and these faces are getting old, so I'm going home...
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The bus went past the grass field few minutes away from my place. Stages were set up and some Buddhist event was ongoing, along with a geitai (which I'll later find out to be hosted by Chen Jian Bin). It reminded me of how I missed such atmosphere when I was in Stockholm. I looked for my parents in the crowd, they weren't there (dad went down after I reached home).
I recalled my Stockholm days. I recalled the feeling of missing my parents. I recalled actually missing someone. I recalled how we met again in Singapore. I recalled the fact that we're separating again soon for our LDR v3.0. I recalled that we've survived it twice before in the past three years. I recalled that we grew stronger after every single one of them.
But still, I reckon I'm still going to miss you...
