Friday night. 8.30pm. Neighbourhood coffeeshop.
An old uncle, leg propped up, half-drunk kopi-O on table, chopsticks strewn around an empty greasy plate, eyes fixated on tv screen.
A middle-aged man, stirring his teh-O, serious and silent, lost in uncle-world.
A table of 13, chopsticks flying around in the air, rowdily making small talk, devouring black pepper crabs, teochew-styled steamed fish, sambal kangkong, hot plate toufu.
A family of 5, sharing mee and rice, chatting in native tagalog in hushed tones.
A lone lady, hidden amongst the crowd, eating for the sake of living, living for the sake of ?.
And this is how some ppl spend their friday nights.
3 comments:
my dear
you are not alone unless you want to be alone and ...
company, noise, food, entertainment don't make one less alone if you want to be alone ...
You aren't and won't be alone lah!
dodo
you are right. sometimes i bring misery to myself lah. purposely hide somewhere, and be alone, and then later complain about being alone. am i the only weird one around?
My dear
No.. everyone does that sometimes; some more than others ... I'm like that too ... if that's weird, then we are both weird lor and what's wrong with being weird? consider yourself special... : )
budo
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