Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Fortune Magnets


These days, when you shop at a convenient store, you get one of these collectable magnets, it could be Winnie-the-Pooh in a strawberry costume, it could be Snoopy’s day out on the beach.

Like everyone else, she gets one of these. But unlike everyone else, she looks to them for signs: how's her day going to turn out? Will she get that modelling job she casted for yesterday? Will she get a call from that guy she kind of fancies?

Today she is on her way to meet up with a boy she likes. It's their second date. She took extra time to put on her eye shadow, she is wearing her new button-down shirt that discreetly hugs her curves.

At the cashier counter inside 7-11, she unwraps the packaging to one of these Winnie-the-Pooh magents. And there it is, a Prince.

She walked out of 7-11, beaming.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Skipping Man

I saw a man today, holding a crutch, back bent slightly backwards, there's obviously something wrong with his legs, but when he walks, it looks like he is happily skipping along. So it made me happy too.

Though I don’t think he’ll appreciate my magical-realist-romantic interpretation of his misfortune.