approximately an hour ago,i was stuck under block 55 with a cute little old man. (i do not keep up with the latest nokia phone models but i'm pretty certain he was using a fairly new one (it's a flip phone with a plastic cover). old people holding up-to-date mobile phones make me feel a little unconfortable. i mean,it sorta feels like technology is robbing them of their tech-less innocence. i mean,it just doesn't feel right. not that they don't deserve it as much as we do. i mean,they probably do,even more so than us. okay,this reasoning with myself is tiring.) perhaps he thought i was this harmless creature and offered me a lot of information about him and his family - how his daughter lives in 55 on the fourth level and he in 50 on the nineteenth. well soon,Mr.Old Man's tiny skinny wife came with a brolly for him and she asked if i needed her to shelter me across but i said "oh bu bi,wo ma ma yao lai le." (yes i am very ashamed of my chinese vocabulary and my pathetic english accent evident when i speak mandarin\: ) so,Mrs.Old Lady went,"oh! ma ma..hen hao." i happily told them to "xiao xin!" and they went off in the pouring rain(: they're so sweet y'know - so tiny. Mr. and Mrs.Old are small in stature,with Mrs.Old looking frail (yet sturdy at the same time,y'know what i mean?),but Mr.Old makes up for her frail appearance with his small bulky frame. y'know,when i grow old,on rainy days when My Grumpy Mr.Old Man is stuck away from home (because he's spent too much time talking to his friend at the coffee shop and lent the brolly he brought out to his friend because he didn't think it'd rain),i want to bring an umbrella to him too. and then we can walk home together in the rain (with our brollies).
