Ernest
My brother asked me why I am blogging. I thought of it. And I think it’s because I want to share what I see, experience, and go through. Plus with my glaucoma... a record of the beautiful and ugly that I have gone through, so that my son and daughter can see what I have seen, to understand who and why I am. Welcome. Numbers 6:23-26
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Roadside Stall
There's this old man, manning a roadside tricycle stall, selling sweets and stuff. You cant find this anymore in the ever modern city of Kuching. Yet there he is. He has been there since I was dating my wife. He is old, bent over, and yet he seems to be there everyday. I wonder what is his story and why he does what he does.
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he is once work with the japanese during the war. stay at desa wira.. asked him before this, saying he doing this because he wan mix with more ppl.. in same time to earn bit money for himself.. :) talk to him and he willingly to tell everything actually.. nice generous uncle.. :D
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