Today I decided to have my favorite Char Koay Teow at Jalan Bawasah for brunch. Man, that place was packed with holiday makers from the mainland. So there I was waiting for my koay teow when suddenly this thing called “worry” crept into my mind. I started to worry whether I did lock my car or not as I have left my notebook in the booth. What happens if someone saw me leaving my notebook in the car booth? What if I forgot to lock the car? Should I walk back and make sure the car is locked and maybe carry my notebook with me to the coffee shop? Worry, worry, worry!!!
But as I was thinking about all those unnecessary “worries,” my char koay teow arrived. Now, with the char koay teow right in front of me, I guess I have to leave my worries behind for a little while.
While scoffing down my koay teow, I looked around me and wonder, what is on the mind of the people here? What are their worries?
The man with his family over there. Does he have a worry? Is he worrying about his home mortgage? Or his car installments? The man next to his table. Is he worried that he has not hit his sale’s quota for the month? And the lady behind him. Is she worrying about her teenage daughter who has been coming home late every night with alcohol in her breath? And that group of ladies over there. Is one of them worried that her son might be involved with drugs? He has been acting strangely lately and losing weight? And the friends that he hangs out with are of questionable character? Read the rest of this entry »