somewhere in between and still writing
I am actually positioned between one elderly lady working on her crochet and a younger lady holding her rather adorable charge, smiling because of the thoughts that are in my mind…
"Oh, poor me! To my right is someone so productive she, after sometime, will actually come up with something tangible, a beautiful work of her hand. A center piece maybe or a bonnet, but whatever it is, it is surely more important and useful compared to these words that are now being formed from my mind, through the pen in my hand and to this notebook. To my left (now this is worse hehehe) is a one-year-old-plus kid who happen to be so pretty one cannot help but notice her; her eyes, especially when she smiles is so riveting; her laugh, so uninhabited is captivating; and her curls, oh it is just so adorable, angelic even! So where does that leave me? Ummm…in the middle? Hahahaha ;-D Oh, but I am! In the middle of them I mean ;-P sitting between the two of them, not productive as the old lady and definitely not adorable as the baby heehee <wink>
In the midst of this din, I am nothing but a stranger; faceless and unnoticeable, silent and alone; with my pen and notebook and a newly bought 598-page book wanting to be read…ignoring all the movements and all the varied sounds in varying degrees (don’t wanna call it noise coz i don’t wanna complain hahaha); perdiodically interrupted only by someone singing this song, to me:
"I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad…all I wanna do I grow old with you…"
Sound familiar? It’s Adam Sandler’s and he is doing the singing <wink wink> — does it whenever I get a new message in the mobile phone’s inbox. It’s a record and I’m using it as my message alert tone hehehehe Oh, there he goes again!"
ps.
why this color? coz im wearing a shirt and a sneakers with this color today, my skirt is blue though…point? well i love this color ;-D
another ps. (hahaha)
remember the elderly lady I mentioned a while ago? well few minutes before I left the bench where i was sitting on, I found out that she is actually working on a hat for her husband (sweet of her…). I did not ask of course, I just saw her take off her beloved hubby’s hat so she can measure what she was working on and make sure that it is of the same size as that of the hat that he is wearing…hmmm…
