I really wish this feeling will be kept within me forever. These two days, i don't know why, but i feel alot more for things that happen around me. When i went back to the coffee shop near my Granny's last weekend, i felt a leap of my heart. It's been more than a year since i've been there. When i went back, everything seemed as it was. All the people at the stalls have changed, except for the wan tan mee stall, and it has been there for more than 20 years and have sold its noodles for more than 30 years.

Hearing about the renovation was what hurt me most, for not only the interface would change; the rental fees that have already went up by a thousand plus is going up again, and even the 'last stall' standing might not continue with its business at the same place, after more than 20 years. I've been having my breakfast there everyday for more than 6 years and it really hurts. All the more, when Grandpa, who passed away when i was around one year old, ate the same bowl of wan tan mee. He loved it, according to my mom, eating it everyday. What really connected me and Grandpa was this bowl of wan tan mee. When i eat it, it is as if Grandpa was eating it beside me, and has never left me. I really want that feeling to stay. This bowl of wan tan mee is of the flavour of my childhood.

As i watch the television, i felt this pang, that was so deep in my heart, i feel like the roots of me were just barely plucked out without any prior notice. That face, i really don't know how to describe this feeling. How many unspoken wishes and normal necessities of us were beyond the comprehension of one. What pains the most is, she's like some one toyed by fate. She would have been so much better off, if some things didn't happen. I don't know why, but seeing her 80 plus year old face, and her eagerness in learning, it was as if there was some great respect that whelmed up in me so much so that there was this protective shield from her solidified characteristics that made it hard to feel sympathy, but really really overwhelming respect.

Her words are so full of meaning and deep feelings, lost, recovered and lingering, still clinging on, can really dig out all my feelings and make me feel this emptiness. Her soft words, her wrinkled and shrunken face, the signs of the suffering she has been through, leaves me speechless. She reminds me of this another elderly, a respectable grandpa, who, just like her, suffer alot, but can still find grains of hope on vacuumed sidewalks in life. These people, walking on the alleys of life, suffering beyond the respect they earn, leaves me here breathless, choking, after what i've known in just a touch. How long have they suffocated? Why, can someone make another feel so much?

How, can someone still see such immense hope?

I never knew that i could be so affected by just one touch. How can i stop myself from what i'm feeling now after seeing that face filled with unimaginable traces of drained life, still gasping, with such resilience?

I really wish this feeling will be kept within me forever. These two days, i don't know why, but i feel alot more for things that happen around me. When i went back to the coffee shop near my Granny's last weekend, i felt a leap of my heart. It's been more than a year since i've been there. When i went back, everything seemed as it was. All the people at the stalls have changed, except for the wan tan mee stall, and it has been there for more than 20 years and have sold its noodles for more than 30 years.

Hearing about the renovation was what hurt me most, for not only the interface would change; the rental fees that have already went up by a thousand plus is going up again, and even the 'last stall' standing might not continue with its business at the same place, after more than 20 years. I've been having my breakfast there everyday for more than 6 years and it really hurts. All the more, when Grandpa, who passed away when i was around one year old, ate the same bowl of wan tan mee. He loved it, according to my mom, eating it everyday. What really connected me and Grandpa was this bowl of wan tan mee. When i eat it, it is as if Grandpa was eating it beside me, and has never left me. I really want that feeling to stay. This bowl of wan tan mee is of the flavour of my childhood.

As i watch the television, i felt this pang, that was so deep in my heart, i feel like the roots of me were just barely plucked out without any prior notice. That face, i really don't know how to describe this feeling. How many unspoken wishes and normal necessities of us were beyond the comprehension of one. What pains the most is, she's like some one toyed by fate. She would have been so much better off, if some things didn't happen. I don't know why, but seeing her 80 plus year old face, and her eagerness in learning, it was as if there was some great respect that whelmed up in me so much so that there was this protective shield from her solidified characteristics that made it hard to feel sympathy, but really really overwhelming respect.

Her words are so full of meaning and deep feelings, lost, recovered and lingering, still clinging on, can really dig out all my feelings and make me feel this emptiness. Her soft words, her wrinkled and shrunken face, the signs of the suffering she has been through, leaves me speechless. She reminds me of this another elderly, a respectable grandpa, who, just like her, suffer alot, but can still find grains of hope on vacuumed sidewalks in life. These people, walking on the alleys of life, suffering beyond the respect they earn, leaves me here breathless, choking, after what i've known in just a touch. How long have they suffocated? Why, can someone make another feel so much?

How, can someone still see such immense hope?

I never knew that i could be so affected by just one touch. How can i stop myself from what i'm feeling now after seeing that face filled with unimaginable traces of drained life, still gasping, with such resilience?