Got a Crush on iP Boy

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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