“Missing Him”

The second last of May.

Although tomorrow is not my working day, but prefer to come back to workplace to help with the set up for an exhibition. But, in fact, the thing I hope to do is to ask him out, but I dare not; worrying of he might turns me down.

It was a lovely morning. I come to the park to jog and practice some exercises. I come here at least once in a week. I like this park. It is spatial, lots of green, a big lake and windy as well, sometime.

Jog around the lake, run against the wind, and I see the butterfly flutter through the green, a stunning vivid yellow. The nature is so wonderful.

Jogging around the lake is a must to do thing every time I come here. I can jog along the lake for five rounds normally, but not this time, after three rounds, I started to feel the uncomforted of my feet. I think it is because of the sport shoe I wear is not suitable for jogging purposes. I changed a new shoe this morning due to the old jogging shoe split in half from the base.

As I jog around the lake, I start to think about him, each steps, every images of him.

I like physical exercise, the harder the better; it keeps me sweating all the way. I can feel the sweat running from my head through the face and neck, then crawling down the body, it is a relief feeling too, but sometime, it is a bit “geli” as well, but all of this cannot take my mind off him.

Jog around the lake is just a warm-up for me before I get into other sets of exercise. There is variety of work out equipments around the park; I particularly like the sit up bench and push up bar, and of course, my favaurite one is the “lift up bar”. The bar is high above my head, I have to jump up and precisely grab the bar before I landed, then I just hanging there to stretch my body for a while, and then using both hand and strength to lift my whole body up, until my head over the bar, and I usually will do three sets, from 10, then 7 and then 5, because my strength is getting weaker and weaker to hold myself on the bar, and of course, I was exhausted after these.

Back to my car to get a dry t shirt, slipper and drinking water, I am preparing to get change
after all those physical exercises.

Sitting on the marble stool under a tree, I feel the wind sweep over me, it was pleasant feeling. Starring at the other end of the park while I am resting, I start to think about him again. Think about where is he now? Is he busy? What about if I ask him out tomorrow, will he agree? I recall the first time we met at MV. Would we have the same feeling again if we meet again? There are so many things about him in my mind. -- 30th May 2010