It was a nice and cooling morning after many days of heavy downpour and scorching sunshine.
The air was clean, pure, and fresh, as the wind whistled through the hairs and the ears....
Everyone looked cheerful, happy, energetic, lively, highly-spirited again....
The flowers, the plants and the grass all looked greener, healthier, livelier....
The day was again alive and filled with actions, events, celebrations, dancing and music....
And the morning sun with its warm and light brought more cheer, joy and delight on everyone....
*******
Walking down a road on a slope, I saw some colleagues in the school canteen.
Oh! They were ordering their breakfast items....
*******
The morning glory flowers looked especially beautiful today with its many shades of whites, yellows....
The palm trees grew taller and thicker, with its many beautiful green leaves....
*******
Suddenly I felt excited to join my colleagues....
A mug of Nescafe would be nice.... yeah, maybe some warm food.
*******
Walking down the canteen staircase took some time.
It was a bit too steep for my liking.
But then, I managed to walk down the staircase in one piece....
******
I ordered a mug of hot Nescafe and a plate of Jawa Mee, or Mee Jawa, a Nyonya-inspired noodle soup.
The food and drink were ready much sooner than I thought....
Slowly I took my first taste on my hot drink....
Oh! it's way too sweet for my taste.
Then I was attracted by my Jawa Mee, causing me to salivate a lot.
Oh! It was really tasty (and spicy) and appetizing.... and filling.
"The gravy was really good!" Quietly I said to myself.
*******
Then we were on some discussion topics.
No controversial issues, just plain and simple chat.
Yet it really built up our friendship and strengthened our bond.
Oh! We were really having a good time!!!
The meal was wonderful....
And the people were terrific....
How I had missed fellowships like this....
Under the scorching sun, I was busy building up my life and career.
With the heavy raining, I was lazing away the rest of the day doing nothing.
Life is so inward, so individual, so separate, so shut within the privacy of the soul, that I shrink from trying to share it with others.
Yet everywhere every place my friends there are waiting for me to come....
Oh! How I miss my friends.......
The air was clean, pure, and fresh, as the wind whistled through the hairs and the ears....
Everyone looked cheerful, happy, energetic, lively, highly-spirited again....
The flowers, the plants and the grass all looked greener, healthier, livelier....
The day was again alive and filled with actions, events, celebrations, dancing and music....
And the morning sun with its warm and light brought more cheer, joy and delight on everyone....
*******
Walking down a road on a slope, I saw some colleagues in the school canteen.
Oh! They were ordering their breakfast items....
*******
The morning glory flowers looked especially beautiful today with its many shades of whites, yellows....
The palm trees grew taller and thicker, with its many beautiful green leaves....
*******
Suddenly I felt excited to join my colleagues....
A mug of Nescafe would be nice.... yeah, maybe some warm food.
*******
Walking down the canteen staircase took some time.
It was a bit too steep for my liking.
But then, I managed to walk down the staircase in one piece....
******
I ordered a mug of hot Nescafe and a plate of Jawa Mee, or Mee Jawa, a Nyonya-inspired noodle soup.
The food and drink were ready much sooner than I thought....
Slowly I took my first taste on my hot drink....
Oh! it's way too sweet for my taste.
Then I was attracted by my Jawa Mee, causing me to salivate a lot.
Oh! It was really tasty (and spicy) and appetizing.... and filling.
"The gravy was really good!" Quietly I said to myself.
*******
Then we were on some discussion topics.
No controversial issues, just plain and simple chat.
Yet it really built up our friendship and strengthened our bond.
Oh! We were really having a good time!!!
The meal was wonderful....
And the people were terrific....
How I had missed fellowships like this....
Under the scorching sun, I was busy building up my life and career.
With the heavy raining, I was lazing away the rest of the day doing nothing.
Life is so inward, so individual, so separate, so shut within the privacy of the soul, that I shrink from trying to share it with others.
Yet everywhere every place my friends there are waiting for me to come....
Oh! How I miss my friends.......
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