for a while i stood, staring blankly wondering what the hell it was.

there i felt like some dumb ass.








im missing bob.








wondering if bob is still a bitch,

















wondering if bob still mews in his sleep,










wondering if the printer is still there for him to sleep in










there are loads of things i will miss from 06/07.
and because of these things, i will love having even been associated with eusoff hall, despite these things not existing here anymore.

no more waiting at the bus stop with jiejing while complaining about kendo trainings.
its not an issue; we stay so near anyway, but things won't be the same; they haven't been, since he left... and both him and i are unsure of whether he will be coming back...
there are still occasional subway cookies, and discussions over the latest japanese dramas, but things aren't the same...

no more hadrian hippo and shaun watching over us while we drill and saw and screw on some tiring nights. no more 'put your hands up for detroit' playing over the radio while sets is going on 6/07.... no more 'four thousand gold' [quite aptly put my joshua, if i must say so myself,] of dp sets 06/07... no more firus making lame jokes and saying whatever we make is 'pretty' with all earnestness in his voice... there isn't a single way i can't not miss it...

if anything, definitely im doing rag because i miss sets. but its not the same, and will never be...

no more playing with bob jr, no more brownies, no more donuts with mr m in his messy room, no more talking about sets, small boy, and random things.
its not like we wont be able to talk or meet anymore, but it definitely wont be the same anymore... he won't always be in a1 anymore, and i can't always drop by when i'm feeling bored and on my way to doing laundry....



but i know i shouldn't be thinking about such things; mulling over forgone losses

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newspapers to give out in the day, recycling plants to go to to source for materials in the morning, internship to go to in the noon time, kendo practices, shi-ai and grading to train for in the early evening, art lessons to go to on wednesday afternoons, kids to tend to to make sure they don't kill each other during hans art on saturdays, mechanisms, prototypes and rag to do at night....and of course there's always the well-deserved supper at 4 am after a hard 'day's' work...

somehow, in the midst of these things, i still manage to find time to sob, quietly, as i grieve over the loss of things so dear to me.