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| This is a record low point in my life in Hong Kong...every time I miss the bus. |
That moment when the bus doesn't stop for you no matter how frantically you're waving your hands and dashing towards the stop. And everyone just empathetically stares at you while the bus passes by you in slow motion. And you make that split second eye contact with the driver and his ever so nonchalant expression that seems to hold your anguished gaze in eternity. And I can only manage futile extension of my arm and trailed with a defeated "nuuuuuuuu..."
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