it was a Friday night
was on the 10pm flight
HK to KL, alright
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didn’t have the mood
to sleep, as usual
and surprisingly
didn’t even feel cold
despite wearing the sleeveless dress
i got a feeling
tonight gonna be a good good night
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at first was reading some mags
then drafting blogs
was so engrossed in it
till i saw something..
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oh boy
the boy one seat away
he was iPad-ing
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all of the sudden
i was so excited that
i shook my dad
who was quite asleep already
so was the Angmo beside me,
taking the window seat
zzzzz-ing with
loud music blasting from the earphone
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half awoke, he said
yeah, i have seen it just now
then fell back into his dream
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he was playing some Scrabbles
and for the next 2 hours
i was looking at him
like every 15 minutes
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the fun that seemed to pop up
from the small screen
seemed to be non-exhaustive
driving like a real steering,
crooning to tunes from i-tune
some designing software
playing more games
browsing google maps
ebooking
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arrgh i was going crazy
not only over the small toy
but the boy too
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stylish chic
reasonably muscular
white t with grey print
navy blue pants
grey hidden socks
brown leather shoes
awww….
and a blue Ralph Lauren hand carrier
and a mini black luggage (which was seen much later)
yup that’s what a vain little thing i am
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once in a while
he was looking in my direction too
must be wondering
what a weirdo so-po
desk with stacked up mags, book
untouched sandwich
almost messy hair
vehemently writing in a little notebook
flipping the book with incredible speed
and sometimes smiling to herself
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i wrote a little note
wanted to pass to him
but there was no way
to execute my mission
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although we were sitting so near
seat 27C and 27E
it is an ocean apart
the walkway
and the main hindrance was
the man fast asleep on seat 27D
my dad…
it was as impossible as walking through
the China Great Wall
(yet David Copperfield once did it)
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this seemed ridiculous
if he found out
if i was alone
doubtlessly i will take the chance
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arrgh didn’t give up
with the little note crumbled
see if i have the chance
when we were about to land
will quietly threw this into his
Ralph Lauren
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nope
he was fast ahead in the line
and when we were heading
towards the building
after alighting
the entourage was cut into half
by the security people
since a plane was landing nearby
he disappeared from my eye sight
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at the immigration counters
he checked in at counter 17
so he is holding an international passport
while i went to the local lane 27
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baggage collection
he was there tidying up
his luggage
at a corner
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while claiming our baggage
5 in total
trying hard to revive my camera
this is my last chance
it’s now or never
to snap a photo of him
but it was already too too late
should have done it earlier on the plane
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my camera had died off
around 3pm at Lantau
tried to charge it at the airport
but the power plugs there were not working
damn it
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i remember the iPad
the clothes, so nautical
the humbly waxed Buffon
the Ralph Lauren bag
even asking Cheryl to
get me one at UK soon
but a big missing piece remains
from the puzzle
his face
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the next day we were chatting
suddenly drifted towards him
“rich kid, he must be one”
“seems very sophisticated”
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me:
“erm.. what is a rich kid
like him doing here”
“i mean he got no reasons to be here..
unless got some errands to run here”
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anyway if we ever meet again
neither will i remember him
nor him will remember me
but i am just wondering
would it make a difference
if the paper reached him
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it was just like a sweet dream
after i woke up from it
everything returns to normal
and life goes on
he doesn’t leave a trace
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what’s left over
is only this crumbled sheet of paper
which witnessed my craze
in the middle of a night
on flight AK 79
over Ipad and Ip Boy
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if handwriting can create
a first impression on opposite sex
seemed that mine was already ruined
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