will still smell as sweet.
Wah... suddenly there were about 15 of them. All had crew cuts, and looked very much alike. Very cute, going into the ballroom in a single file. They looked between 7 to 10 years old. Quite certainly these boys were the 'feted guests of honour' of the host.
I sat by the table outside the ballroom, working on my laptop.
One the boys then wandered out of the ballroom. He walked around a bit... and he started staring at me.
I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
Still staring.
Then he ran around a little, and stopped beside me and started staring at my laptop.
Excuse me, this is very p&c stuff bro...
"Laptop ni..." He began to ask.
"Laptop ni kompeni abang punya. Nanti bila adik besar, dah kerja macam abang, mungkin dapat laptop jugak..."
"Ohh..."
Haha... that felt good.
I felt I did the socially responsible thing. Give the little man a boost, so that when he goes back, he can share with his young friends my... err... advice. Motivation and the ripple effect :-)
"Ok, thanks Uncle!"
Huh?!
I turned to look at him straight in the eye - I wanted to pierce into that retina that hasn't really seen what the world has to offer and give him a vicious jolt to the system and... but he had ran back into the ballroom.
Uncle???
Look, if you don't belong to one of my siblings...
Oh well...
Back to my p&c stuff.