Looking at You

I'll make a story.

               I love watching people. Observing them. How they look, how they stand, how they walk, how they talk. What they wear, how they get here; by car, moto, taxi. With whom. Friends? Lovers? Parents?. I am allowed to observe. Its like free movie. I make my own story line about them.  I assume. I judge. And yea I make up stories about you. 

               Like this one boy(i think my age). Everyday he is dropped off by his father by kapcai. Everytime he comes down from the bike the first thing he does is betulkan rambut dia. I think he is a bit softy. Kinda gay i think. Because he will wait for another sotong friend before he heads to work. Conclusion, ayah tak suka anak dia yang a bit serong but dia anak yang baik, depan ayah tak tunjuk side yang macam tu. The plot thickens.

               Like this one lady and her husband, husband dia akan hantar dia ke LRT. Bukan naik kereta. But They walk from their house kot. Holding hands. Malay couple ni. The husband reminds me of what husband ica would be like. Whenever i thought about that, i smiled to myself. Macam orang gila tetibe je.

                Like this one small girl, beg besar gabak. Tiap-tiap hari, naik teksi pergi sekolah. And this lady, who goes to work dress like a hooker. Serious macam sampah. Tak sangka ada yang pakai fish nets terkoyak awal pagi macam tu nak pergi kerja, nak cakap kerja kat MAC tapi mekup dia bertabur. Jeez.

              Manusia ni macam-macam. If only we take a step back and look at what is happening around us, we soon learn to appreciate what we have and what we do not.  Orang cakap tak baik judge people by its cover, but by cover we then proceed to the story. Right or wrong. Its up to us.

One of my many philosophy : Everyone has his/her story. They wont tell unless we open the book.

*Orang kat i.s.n sibuk nak bertunang and kahwin. Terasa tempiasnya. Deng.