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It was around 32 degree celcius, not more than 35.

“Why do I have to keep on walking?  I’ve been walking everyday!”

Sometimes I get so tired that I really wanted to stop walking.  Sit for a while, perhaps, someone would send me home.  But when this really happened, I guess I would most probably not hop in and enjoy the ride.  Because I’m afraid I might stink and pollute.  I’m just afraid others would not welcome me once I’m in the vehicle as they would smell my sweat.

My pace wasn’t consistent; some while, faster; at some point, slower.  I get so frustrated as I walk, especially when there’s this Mr. Blazing-Hot-Sun who is so hardworking, shining all day long.

Along the way, I saw flowers blooming, some about to die off soon.  Pity those flowers, once so beautiful, letting off nice scents and now laid there dying, waiting for it to be forgotten.  But…

My focus wasn’t those flowers.  It’s those blooming one that I can’t keep my eyes off from.  I consider myself…quite bad, cruel, whatever it is, cause I was wondering when will they die?  I was full of envious and jealousy took control over my head, one at a time.

I have a pot of flower.  It’s not rose, or orchid, not even bougainvillea.  It is a I-don’t-know-what-flower-from-another-country.  Huh, well, it’s name is pretty long, I know.  I don’t expect anyone to ever seek for such flower or even remember it’s name.  It’s nature: unknown.  But I gave the basic necessities to the flower - water, ample of sunlight, took it in when it’s going to rain heavily, all that I ought to give.  But weird, whenever I have to bring it home along with me, the flower seems to dry up.  But I think it’s getting to adapt soon, since I need to go home so often, unless it died before the next time I bring it home.  I can’t leave it here while I’m back home.  No one’s going to help me water and take care of it…I guess, I don’t know.  I’m afraid one day it would eventually die, or I myself getting sick of carrying it here and there.  Anyways…

The road seems so long.  Sometimes I would doubt, why don’t I take a cab home.  There’s so many public transport out there which I can opt from, but why walk?!  Talk about the danger I’m exposed to, imagine one day I might just got terribly hit by a wreckless driver another day on the way home.  Even on cloudy and breezy days, I may feel not-so-happy and lazy to walk, don’t even mention when it’s hot or rainy days.  I can afford some old car.  I don’t have to be picky, you know.  Buy some second-hand junk.  At least it would service me, protect and shelter me, before it breaks down and disintegrate into steels-and-wheels.  Haha..I guess sometimes I just automatically walk without having myself realize that I’m so used to walking already.  Yea, I enjoy walking somehow.  Maybe…I might change this habit one day, if…Well, only if.

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