The night linger still. . .
She's the one” . ..
Oh well . . . my thought was disrupted when a handicapped man approached me with a pail, pleading for money. I knew i had some coins, a dollar and probably some other random coins from the change i had from my meal.. I dig into my pocket, but only manage to fish out 30 cents, i dropped them into his pail and continue eating. When he walked away, i dig in again to check for coins, as i’m sure that there should be a least a golden coin somewhere, i felt it, dig it out and wanted to pass to him but he was at another table; i put it back and continue eating. I felt disgusted after awhile, and couldn’t come to a conclusion.
I head to bus stop with my bag-pack (i was still in uniform), and take a bus down to UBI. I was half and hour early; found a place to sit down and wait; thinking nothing. Before long, lesson start . . . end and catch up with MEL. . . e night linger . .
桜 & 恋