writing in my notebook, minutes ago
Im sitting here, outside Mandarin, just a table away from where Rogier and I sat yesterday; waiting for my luck–it being an empty seat (all cushioned and soft) inside the restaurant. The more I think about wanting to have it though, the more I realize that my luck could be one family’s misfortune. So I decided to just stay rooted in this spot where I am sitting now, so that a family who will happen to come along can comfortably sit together in them cushioned benches that I would have loved to be sitting on.
My comfort is something that i can easily sacrifice, I don’t need much anyway; just enough space to eat the tropical salad I ordered and enjoy the pot full of Chinese tea, and enough space so I can write…I actually am writing! As in using a pen and a notebook, to capture my thoughts and turn them into written words; something that I have not done for a long time because I have gotten so used to using a computer. So as of the moment, I am stuck with this, without any choice at all. I am enjoying this though ;-P Oh, and just as I thought, one family of Chinese beauties did come along and they were able to sit together in one of the benches that I was longingly gazing at, a few minutes ago.
