"an old chinese couple" by *beeinbloom, deviantart
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
when i'm 64, the beatles
on my way to meet the usuals for timbre last night, i was walking along selegie road and i stopped to wait for the lights to change.
there was an old couple, about 60 - 70 years old. the woman looked like she was a starlet back in her hey days, her hair was a very beautiful ivory and she had skin that wrinkled at the right places. her creases accentuated her timelessness, and she had bold lips.
the man, a quiet looking gentleman with a mysterious allure. he had the saddest eyes, also looked like he was strapping in his day. they were holding hands, (now everybody say awwwww) and waiting for the light to change, as i was.
as i stopped my ipod player to change songs, i realised that they were arguing. nothing written on their faces though, just words to guide me to that conclusion.
ok, granted i was not suppose to listen in (i refuse to say eavesdrop), i could not help but cling on to their every word. the woman, dainty and sharp with her words. the man, careful but firm with his.
the argument, or discussion more like it, carried on across the traffic junction and onto parklane. the woman, now changed her position and chose to hook arms with her husband instead. her arms were a little more flamboyant but her face soft and her words, nurturing.
the man, one hand in his pocket, one hand on his abdomen. he listened for a while but seemed to have a stand on this issue. i could not see his face, i was walking behind them but i could sense every muscle in his body tensed for reflex.
now, this might seem like a rather stalkerish thing to do, but i assure you, i was heading in the same general direction. oh, i was still pretending to listen to my ipod. heh.
finally, we parted ways. by that time, the argument had died down, and the couple seemed rather pleased with the result. the man, firm and daring with his points, the woman, standing up for what she thought was right.
they were arguing about bread.
sunshine or gardenia.
whole meal or white.
high fibre or softer.
bread.
it got me wishing i had someone to argue about silly things to. about which soap to use or who is more trashy - britney or paris, or which type of detergent can leave your clothes whiter than white.
it's that whole idea of comfort. the comfort that you and that someone can talk and comment on everything under the sun. the big things to the tiny things you thought never mattered until you start talking about it. i wish i had someone to have comical teases and careless bitch fights with.
and it's not that i'm looking for drama. these fights should never end in tiffs. these arguments are there to solidify, to compromise and to ignite the relationship. i haven't argued about things that don't really matter.
i guess, it's just a matter of time, before i find someone i can have random fight clubs with.
