When there's some space left in my head,
I do pen some feelings to amuse myself.
Here's something to share :
27th February 2009
Happiness - what is it ?
I noticed him. Both clutches on the tables, humming away some
unfamiliar tune. I watched him from the corner of my left eye.
When I was thru halfway with my dessert: greenbean and sweet potato soup, saw him holding on to one clutch, he was rocking forward and backward like a child on his walker.
He inched slowly up with the left clutch, steadied himself, grabbed hold of the right clutch, slow and steadily stood up. I was curious with this independence.
Sensing my staring, he turned towards me and walked towards me, offering me his goods ?
some cheap China paper clips.
Waving my hand, I didn?t want to buy. Reaching out for my handbag, he read the
body language very well and came nearer. I pull out a Ten dollar bill and give it to him,
declining his paperclip. But he insisted.
? You bring your own spoon ?? he started the conversation.
?Yes, I do ? I said.
? I bring my own too and also pincer for crabs. I love to eat crabs so I always
carry them?. I am dumbfounded.
His slurred spoken mandarin bespoke an educated soul.
? You are admirable? I said. He smiled but did not response ? he did not understood me.
He thanked me for the money, keep it in his waist pouch, collected his bag of goodies and slowly made his way out of the foodcourt, humming away and to the next patron.
Hair ? crew cut, a pair of legs , skinner then the goat?s, grey T shirt and a short navy blue knickers pants, the type that sells for 3 pcs/S$10 in Chinatown and a pair of plastic china slipper.
He was smiling and humming his own tune, engulfed in his own world..
I stood up with my firm body, legs and mind?. but my stature stooped as compared to him??
Appreciate your corrections of my English.: