With the blazing sun that could even melt the core of earth, tell me how do you survive out there Uncle Trishaw Rider? You see, I was struggling to eat my just cooked fish noodle soup (not that i want to, but because of my sore throat) at this almost half-broken down coffee shop, when i heard your very modernised speakers blasting chinese oldies. (I'm sorry, but I don't really agree with your choice of music, but I have to admit that it is indeed very ear-catching.) The moment you parked your uniquely decorated trishaw beside my table, I admired your spirit and your happy-go-lucky personality. Though luck wasn't with you, for you seemed to be riding around the area a couple of times and failed to find a customer, you were tapping your foot to the beat of the music. What really got me thinking was that (those) genuine smile(s) you wore, they looked so real. Tell me the truth uncle, are they fake or what? Your clothes all torn and tattered, your calves strain itselves (is there such a word?) to the maixmum in order to earn enough to buy your daily needs. Please teach me (or maybe even teach us) how and what keeps you striving on day by day? I really do admire you, do you know that? I think even my dad does too. Anyway, I really do wish you all the best in your future adventures in combing new streets and maybe we'll meet again. ( i dont think you noticed me the 1st time around)
Sincerly your "fan" ,
Joanna Whisk 'n' Bake Personal Nook 4/11/2004 12:58:00 AM
