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I looked up, it was 4.10pm. Clock was the analog type, those with 2 arms, oh no, it was those with 3. I always forget the littlest things. I was reading.

This new book looked awkward. The top 40% of the book was still wet, soaked with light brown stains, "must be the whiskey" I thought. I had on Friday two nights ago, and yes, it was still wet.

I looked up again, it was 4.31.12pm.

There was this conversation between two old friends strolling along a park somewhere set in china.

5.10.01pm

The two were catching up how life went on after over years of seperation. The woman was married with a daughter. She had a loving husband but did not feel in love. The man was dating someone, out of sympathy. There was this young girl sitting on a bench around the corner under the casting red sky, waiting.

5.38.29pm

I poured syrup all over the golden French toast. Smeared a huge chunk of butter on it. Mixed them together and made sure all four corners got covered up. "Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum!", I whispered to the toast. I was juggling between my book and this glowing thingy. Both can be put into my body, one to my head, one to my stomach. I can only pick one. Life suddenly seem bit difficult here.

5.41.50pm

I cut the toast into smaller squares, slipped one into my mouth. "yum". Then another one.

5.42.32pm

There was this tension between this two person. The woman telling the guy why the hell he was dating this girl if it was not out of love, and this man was suggesting may be they should not have met up this time. And these just went on and on. A shadow of a boy with a backpack walked out from the forest, the young girl stood up, he walked passed her, and she sat down again. hands covering face.

5.45.20pm

French toast were more than half gone already. I was excited but little hesitated to take them quick. Three 50 somethings man were chatting about their sons. "I think my son should read more, anyone read more are smarter, I even majored Chinese when I was in Uni in London, am very well read too" the balded said. "anyone got accepted to Lee Po Chun is super smart and guarantees a bright future, and your son got in" said the women opposite him. Father grinned. "gee, I got admitted to Lee Po Chun too, so what? big deal!" I thought and poked my toast.

5.50.44pm
The young girl stood up from the bench, strayed towards a tree, leaning on it crying. "waiting is a painful thing" the woman signed. "She must be waiting for someone". "Not being in love would avoid you from so" said the man. "what you said was just naive" She asked him if he would like to go up to her apartment for dinner with her husband and daughter, he said he is not being invited, the woman said now he is, then he said, "sure". Sky getting darker while the sun was landing on my shoulder with my back leaning against the big window.

5.50.59pm

"sometimes you have to force your kid to do what is good for them" "I agree, we know so much better" These people seriously know what they were talking about I guess, because they have been through much, at least they think so.

5.51.20pm
supposably 10.10.00 is the most beautiful arrangement of a clock. That has been considered the most pleasing to the eyes. The golden ratio 1.6180339887 something like that I supposed. Reminiscing a minute ago, looking up the clock now, this is just quite beautiful, with the 3rd arm ticking hard and strong, round and round.

5.52.49pm

had my last bite of french toast. Will be back for more.