the chronicles of the icecream man
after a long long long hiatus, im finally inspired to blog.
the first post of 2009, will not be about 2009, or 2008 though. rather, it will be about an icecream man. more specifically, the uncle selling ice cream near my house, for years.
ever since i can rmb, every sunday, this dear uncle will be there under the shelter with his same ol' motorbike, selling icecream for 40 cents. yes i know its dirt cheap, and it tastes decent. ack, its cheaper, and has more variety than mcdonalds.
as i was walking home from the mrt station just now, i passed by him again, and something just made me stop and buy a icecream cone from him.
amidst all the changes that has taken place in the neighbourhood, in my life, in this world, the uncle feels like a constant, the man who can't be moved -coughs- a nice reminder of how life was like last time, a little stability amidst the dramas in life.
ice cream that cools the body, but warms the heart.
the first post of 2009, will not be about 2009, or 2008 though. rather, it will be about an icecream man. more specifically, the uncle selling ice cream near my house, for years.
ever since i can rmb, every sunday, this dear uncle will be there under the shelter with his same ol' motorbike, selling icecream for 40 cents. yes i know its dirt cheap, and it tastes decent. ack, its cheaper, and has more variety than mcdonalds.
as i was walking home from the mrt station just now, i passed by him again, and something just made me stop and buy a icecream cone from him.
amidst all the changes that has taken place in the neighbourhood, in my life, in this world, the uncle feels like a constant, the man who can't be moved -coughs- a nice reminder of how life was like last time, a little stability amidst the dramas in life.
ice cream that cools the body, but warms the heart.