His story vs my story...

I am not sue if I have ever told you people when was the first time we met.
We met in the dissertation conference for our department where we present our essay research to our follow classmates...that was the first time we know the exitence of each other...becos...I asked him a question that he could not answer...during Q&A.

The second time....was in london....and he told me...he thought i was not polite to leave him alone with the rest of the other people and went away alone to china town...at that time...he was hoping to go away with me...becos the group that we are tagging along are not very friendly people.....for me...i intended to drag him along...but i guess there is a misunderstanding somehwere....and i tot he said...he wanted to stay with them....ah...misunderstanding...we could have been better friends then if we were to shop china town in london....maybe things will be different...

Anyway...he said...he thought he should give me a second chance...though he thought I was impolite.. :p

third time...we happened to be in the gallery....only the two of us...that was becos...he was invigilating a friends work...while i am in school hoping to join an extra critique session...but couldn't find the group of them...so i just stay in the gallery and wait...so the two of us...start to chat again....he told me...it was a pleasant conversation...

Fourth time...I was helping a frined to ship back stuff to singapore...and need help to carry the boxes down to the lobby...no one was around except him...in his studio....i ask him to help...he hesitated for like 1 second and agrees to help....

He remembers everything....as we are discussing about how we met....he remembers...

and i asked him....when was the frist time you really ever notice me...if you know what i mean...he said...
there was once when i was wearing my checked blue shirt(which i always do)...but i let down my plaited hair....he was shocked to realised that my hair was that long...becos for days...sitting beside him in his studio...I always bun up my hair...and he has got no idea how long it was.....so he said...yah....that was the first time...and he asked me if i remember him telling me...my hair was amazing....(something like dat..i couldn't remember the exact word he said...but i roughly do remember he did comment something about my long hair...which everybody does when they see it...)

I told him about the times....when we left the school together each day...and at the door...i will always ask him when he will be in school tomolo...and he will tell me the same time...and we will say"see you tommorrow"....before we part...everyday....and each time...I will walk quietly with my head down...for a while...and finally decide to look back...and see him riding away....everyday...i would do that...and everytime...we will hang around the door and say the same thing....and slowly...the time spend at the door drags...and at times...there will be silence...while we stand at the door...and then we will say..." see you tomolo.."....i will always walk...for a while before i turn back and look at him ride away( i never tell him this until he told me...).....then he told me ....actually...he would always turn and look at me for a few times...before he rides away....and he will see me walking home...with my head down.....so...he was also looking at me...but but....we never did see each other turning back and look at each other...we just missed that every time.....

anyway....that was it for the day....enuff to feel real sad when he leaves on friday.

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