The night was getting deeper into nothingness. The mind has nonviolently settled down. Hein’s song “Hurt So Bad” came out from the laptop’s embedded speakers, sneaking through the ears into the mind making the sentiment deadlier and deadlier.
The clock ticked its way 37 minutes past midnight into Monday. I was wondering whom was I thinking, as the fingers hastily typed some Mandarin words, a skill which I eluded for quite some times.
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About Me
- limcheecheng
- I am an RF & Microwave Engineer (ps, those in the kitchens we call them microwave ovens) wandering both on an island of its own beauty and on a land left stagnant between fantasy and reality.