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He was my dad's friend. "Was" because my dad is no longer alive. No longer to be seen buying his bananas or Char Siew Bao. No longer to be seen walking so quickly along Serangoon Ave 3, cigarette in his mouth.... When I see this uncle, I think of my father. My father was thin just like him.
She looks very unhappy all the time. Angry, actually. I used to be scared of angry-looking people like her. My dad was that way too- always looking angry with something. One day, I said "Good Morning!" to her, and asked if she had her breakfast yet. She relaxed a little bit after that and seemed less angry. I saw her one afternoon carrying bags of groceries, head bowed, looking really troubled. Maybe she has some troubles at home ......But don't we all?
What I wanna say is - He looks like someone with a successful career. The way he carries himself, his skin, the clothes he wears. But I might be wrong.
The lady who sits around at the void deck all day long and asking for money to buy food and cold drinks. Her favourite drink is Coca Cola. She always wants to share her food with me.
A young man whom I had never noticed before. I think he likes Mr. T. He seems a little ....strange. (I wonder if he thinks the same about me?)
A lady who lives upstairs from me....I don't even have to think I am imagining anything up- I know that she is definitely going through something tough. She looks so unhappy. How many people around me are truly happy? Perhaps I tend to notice the "unhappy-looking" ones more.
Oh, I think she is pretty happy mostly. She has 3 cats and a stable, high-paying job. And she LOOKS happy most of the times.
My neighbour downstairs. I call him "Handsome" 'cause he is. He has put on so much weight, but still handsome. His little boy adores Mr. T. He smokes a lot though.....Handsome, not his little boy. Although he, that little boy, might one day grow up to become a chain smoker just like his dad, who knows?
