cleaning

had a long talk with sh today.
in school.
and well.
exchanged ideas.
and how differently we see things.
yet its all good.
cuz this yr we barely get to meet. and crap.
and no i refuse to kiss you for a windbreaker ;p

aniwae.
another episode for this blog was generated.
this morning over breakfast.

was out with the family for lunch before school.
when the cleaning lady came over.
she said:" wa ah ni zui ah"
referring to the leftovers we had.
and translated: so much left behind.

she smiled brightly when i offered her thanks.
and behind those eyes.
u cant tell shes' 68+++?

mebbe no one realli offered appreciation before.
or maybe she doesnt expect youths these days.
to offer.
i dont know. sometimes its not much to ask for.
yet some people can't.
of course. maybe she was smiling for other reasons.
i dont know.

she cleared the table slowly.
like. each stroke.
a lil of her life seeps thru.
theres a certain grace.
like a tale being told.
theres energy.
theres regret.
and theres age.
and an image flashed inside.

one of those: what would it be like. when im like this.

mebbe im thinking too much. but there and then.

time sorta froze for awhile as she minded table after table.
like clockwork.

and i only saw her smile once. for the whole time i was there.


of course.
then again. im seriously plotting my own demise by 50 so....
aniwae dun read too much into this line.
and dont start with me about starin at old lady's.

you didnt see anything.
and you're not going to say anything.

bleah.


the sis has bronchitis again.
and doc says shes contagious.

will lock her up in a cage in good time.

hur hur hur


shower time.

D