How are you?

So you’re working now…
Yeah.
What was your job again?
A writer. In some college.
Bet you have to work late… is it a stressful job?
Well, every job has its own ups and downs, but it’s just a job.
Must be tough for someone like you, a newcomer then. Big bullies the small…
Not at all. They’re willing to teach me and I learn. It’s good.
Drive to work?
Yeah.
Is the pay enough?
Yeah.
Hmm…

There is a voice in my head that tells me to turn over to this elderly woman with my set of questions, in return of her kindness to ask. But I never realized how long has it been since we actually talked, and how I’ve been selfishly fighting against this self-pride just to ask her a simple ‘how are you’ question. It’s that easy. Just turn over and let your mouth do the talking as it would. Yet I couldn’t.

It’s been years and I still couldn’t bring myself to speak to her. Is there still time left? Then I guess I’ll carry this regret until we meet again. Happy birthday, po po. I’ll remember to smile the next time we speak again.

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8 responses to “How are you?

  1. I thought I’d read something about your escapade 😛

    Happy birthday to _butt’s popo! 🙂

  2. hugs!

    Sometime it does hard to smile and say how are you.

    But I have learn to just greet away 🙂 don’t have to think twice because theres nothing to think about hahahhahaha

    How are you?

    Hey add me to your facebook 🙂 fui.fa@@jong.my

    HUgs

  3. I’m sure you will when you are ready
    But don’t take too long to get ready
    🙂

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