January 2010
4 posts
“Daylight is a dream if you live with your eyes closed.”
noticed the frail-looking old man as he entered the mrt. he held onto the bar with both hands, leaning against the glass panel for extra support.
four seats away you thought it was hassle for him to walk that distance until he walked unsteadily six seats away for one he needed so bad.
must’ve been karma
hobbled up the stairs, partially crippled by the sprain, the only things that...
in the darkest of times, there’s bound to be something to colour your life, it’s whether you bother looking for it or not.
gesticulate, to emphasize
the rojak man made a rare appearance from behind his counter, looking around for the customer that he promised his delish salad to. money exchanged hands, as he once again retreated behind the counter, not stepping out even to amass orders. his regulars knew better than to wait outside; they stepped right in.
when the plate of unfinished oyster...