Friday, January 18, 2008I miss T2.
I miss walking to work with Jasmine.
I miss seeing the usual security officers at the entrance.
I miss walking into the familiar storeroom.
I miss saying hello to all the sweeties in Team A.
I miss having breaks at Wang Cafe.
I miss sitting at the cafe watching aeroplanes.
I miss calling Jasmine at her counter to chat.
I miss eating lunch at the staff canteen.
I miss eating the beancurd.
I miss the friendly sales staff that would hang around to talk.
I miss the way I don't even need to ask for their code.
I miss my counter and that tall chair.
I miss taking the same cab home with Jasmine.
I miss
everything at T2.
I hate T3. Can I go home?
loves*sarah //
