It all started with me being stupid. Gave him the "spoilt" handphone without bringing out the charger, ear-piece and most importantly, battery!!!Took a taxi from Little India to home to get them, and back to Little India again. He stayed in Mustafa Centre to walk around while waiting for me to be back.It suddenly dawned upon me that I did not have loose change with me. Asked the taxi driver and he too did not have change for a $50. In the end, he waited for me while I came home, changed into casual clothes and took the above things.On the way back to Little India, chit-chatted abit about him. This uncle advise me like as if I was his own child. Advises about me and him, that is. At that point of time, I was just wondering how good it would be if both our parents have the same mentality as him. If they do not judge us by our race but by how we feel for each other.Uncle, just with a glance of him, already have a good impression of him. And first impression really counts, right? So I must be glad that our paths have crossed at some point in time.
{&i'll hold on till the end of time-}
12:32 PM