Random Thots
It's 4pm and I am sipping ice tea.
At Mos Bgr, it's become a place that's always comfortable, always reminded of the time when I worked here.
If I am on the morning shift, it'll be about time to change shift.
I would be starting to close my shift, start counting the money, get ready to hand over to my friend..
If it is busy and knnbccb like a hongkong turnaround, I would stay back and help out..
Memories went back further to the teens where I would sit for the whole day mugging with a large coke at Mac's or Bgr King..
But that's half a lifetime away.. (scary, hard to believe I am already thirty thr..)
But I also know, city lights are always prettier when you are looking down from the plane..
In the heart of the city, sometimes all one hear is all the hustle and bustle..
I remember the stress of those exams..
I remember the ?!()&";: that I would rant on and on as a restaurant manager..
I guess in the same wavelength, when I look back at sixty six, it'll once again be like looking at bright city lights, and the hustle n bustle that I hear now will be a distant memory..
It's 4pm and I am sipping ice tea.
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