He walked four blocks away from his place to get reception, so he could call. He wondered where she was. The dogs were coming out. It was dark and there were lots of mosquitoes. Still, nobody picked up his call.
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The phone buzzed. It was on silent mode. From the corner of my eyes I could see that the phone suddenly switched off - the characteristic of an old phone - a battery life that is shorter than a movie.
Finally the meeting was over, I checked both of my phones (a trend among many klang valley users these days), and the one that wasn't dead had 3 missed calls from him. I read his two messages. My heart sank. He left. I called.
Called.
And called.
There was no reception. My heart sank again.
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Guess it's the kind of pain where you're all tied up, and you can't express your uncomfort because your mouth is also covered. In my case, I felt totally crippled because no matter what I do, I could not get him. Despite so... I know, like myself, he'll be thinking of me too. Probably we will meet in our dreams. =)
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reading this post i felt like crying. i know exactly how it feels. frustrating innit? hehehe... where's rosh?
grety! he left to work in sarawak. 2 hours away from bintulu. at some palm oil estate. ironic isn't it, i'm here he's there.
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