waiting patiently yet silently. and beneath that aimless obscure gaze, lies a mind so sharp to any form of movement.
feel a twitch, hear a shuffling noise.
then,
target spotted.
gear up and charge ... !
wait,
something's wrong.
antagonist at sight!
is this the end of the mission?
no, this is when
true mortal combat begins.
the survivor's the fittest, or so they say.
that's it.
aim, and run.
so. close.
and i'm there.
i won.
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okay, setting for the above?
neh, not warzone, it's just a normal day on the MRT.
ha ha ha.
i always get this feeling that MRT is like a warzone, with people snatching seats.
had a lady (who was sulking, very badly. why!) pushed me to get the seat which i was about to walk to. upon seating down, the usual, close eyes, shut close ears.
HUMBUGGG !!!!
okay, la. needed to get that out of my system.
and i fell embarassingly that day.
karma running low. or maybe it was a ... ... curse !!!
okay, dang, i talk incoherently now.
did i mention i just failed cooking yummy tomyam noodles?
sob.