Old Places, Old People, Old Tissues And Some Differences

We were having breakfast at Da Lian again.

Again the tissue lady came. We rejected her offer to buy her tissues by pointing to a packet of O'Darling 3-ply on your side of the table and she left.

"How did you manage to find this old brand? I haven't seen it for a while," I said, picking up the packet and studying it for a while. There was a starkness in the anime girl's face that I don't remember and the colours appeared deeper.

"I bought it off a man with one leg," you replied. "He looked really pitiful so I bought some packets from him."

"It looks different."

"Perhaps it's made in a different place now. Malaysia?"

It Is A Dog

It was your first birthday present to me. It came with its sister in a little cage. When I opened the cage door, its sister immediately jumped out to greet me. It, however, was smaller than its sister and was hesitant of leaping the 3 inches from the cage to the kitchen floor. I wrapped my hands around its little tummy and carried it out from the cage.

Once out, it was more curious than its sister. It rushed about the kitchen, exploring and sniffing away.

"Give it a name," you said.

I was stumped and couldn't come up with a name for a long while.

"Name it after the place where we met," you suggested.

Together Yet Apart Yet Together

It was 7:00 PM at McDonalds. I secured the table nearest to the toilet and sat down. The table allowed me a direct view of the queue of customers waiting to order. "Here is good," I thought. "I'll just do my marking here while keeping an eye on the queue. Then when the queue is shorter, I'll walk over and buy a drink." I took out the stack of essays and began to read intently.

It was 7:30 PM. You called telling me you would be late and would not be able to join me for dinner and that I should go ahead and eat without you. "The fish and chips from the western food stall at the coffee shop is good, why not have that?" you suggested. I couldn't stop myself from sighing after you hung up.

It was 8:30 PM. The fish and chips WERE good. Eating alone, however, was quite sad.

It was 9:30 PM. You finally came back with a box of fried bee hoon. You transferred some of the bee hoon into a bowl and handed it to me and we settled in front of the TV watching Shark's Tale. We laughed at the Robert De Niro shark with the mole. "Who's the fish?" you asked. "Will Smith."