http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PvSbj22ZQY (continue reading as the song plays)
This must be the 29th or 32nd time he is listening to this song today . He likes the slow build up. He can start his thinking process from the top again. Although each time it doesn't lead to any new breakthrough, he can be quite a stubborn guy. His thoughts wander to her status yesterday. 'So she has finally acknowledge me!' The simple 5 words had garnered 35 'like's before he saw it. He was puzzled. What does she mean? Who is 'she'?
He then points his mouse to the chat box and opens it up. She is not online. Then he picks up his phone and texts her. 'Hey, wanna meet up later today?', he keeps it simple. He puts the phone down, and feels an odd sensation in his tummy. He is not feeling alright.
Following that text message, he rereads all her postings that night, looking for clues. Although not officially together, he feels he has the rights to know everything about her, especially if something that is threatening to him. Most of the time he only finds mundane stuffs, from random people. Then he finds a pattern. Well it was pretty obvious cause the same person always be the first who comments on her posts. Kim lee. Kim Lee? Who the hell is this Kim Lee? He clicks on Kim Lee.
Kim Lee is a female. Kim Lee only shares some information publicly. If you know Kim Lee, add her as a friend or send her a message. That is all he could find. He doesn't know her and he is not going to send her a message.
No reply from her yet. He sends her another message, 'Busy? Let me know if u can meet today, if not we can meet tmr or stg'.
He didn't sleep a wink that night, partly because of the strong Oolong tea latte he had from Chatime in the evening. But given a choice, he would've stayed up as well, such important moment of truth requires full attention. No compromise.Watching the sunlight slowly creeping through his messy room's window, he feels good. He feels at least he has done his part. If something unpleasant really happens, at least he has done his part being miserable. It is his way of proving he has a role to play in this love story. Honestly, he is not sure if what they have is love. He is not sure if she really likes him or just being friendly. He is not sure if she actually reads all his statuses referring to her, cause he never mentions her name. But she has been liking some of his posts and statuses. That means something, right? He feels a slight pull in his tummy, feels like gastric. Nice, he thinks to himself, make it more miserable. He closes his eyes hoping the pain will go away.
When he wakes up it's already 5pm, sharp. How often do you get that, waking up on the strike of the hour? This must means something. He reaches for his phone. No calls, only one text message. He quickly opens it.
'Hey sorry was really bz. Can meet at the park for a while, but have to be fast. Got dinner plan :)'
He gets up from the bench, looks at his watch. It's 730 and it's getting really dark. Everyone has gone. What left are the trees, the dry leaves on the ground, the mosquitoes, the flight of birds, the buzzing street lamps that have just come on, the ciggy butt on the ground and him. And him alone. He takes out another ciggy and lights it up. He inhales deeply again, feeling a slight pull in his lungs. He is trying to get used to it. He exhales and watches the smoke. No ring this time. He tries again. No luck. He looks around the park, human-less. All of a sudden it's silent. Complete silence. The song is now taking over. Slowly but surely, he is drowning into the hypnotic rhythm and the haunting strings. In a strange way, he is beginning to feel himself again. A feeling he has forgotten for a long time, a feeling only he can 'give' to himself. He throws his ciggy away and starts to run, and run, and run...
...and run...
...and run....
..and run...
...and run....
..and run...
..and run...
...and run...
...and run....
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