Saturday, January 6, 2007

It goes a little something like this.

One beautiful morning, at the crack of dawn, a wise old man was walking down the beach admiring the sunrise. Smiling to himself, he proceeded walking along the beach bay, when he saw a silhoutte dancing ahead. Curious, he walked closer and closer to the shadow, and at close range, he realised that the figure was not dancing at all; it was in fact, bending down to pick something up, and then throwing that something into the water.

Much intrigued, he finally asked the figure, "Hey there, what are you doing?" The young man looked up from his task for a moment to answer, "I'm throwing the starfish back into the ocean," and resumed his task. The wise old man was puzzled. As if knowing what was on the old man's mind, the young man said, "The water's their home; they belong back there, not on the beach." Throughout the short conversation, the young man had been walking further down the beach, picking up starfish and throwing them into the water. The wise old man logically exclaimed, "But young man, there are thousands of starfish on the beach, and the beach stretches for miles! What difference can you possibly make?"

At this, the young man picked up one more starfish and threw it gently into the water. He turned to look at the wise old man. "I did, for that one."

Went for lunch at Fish&Co., Wheelock Place, for a small belated birthday bash for Nissa. Happy seventeenth, babe! :) My feet hurt from walking too much. But this afternoon was just too worth it and too priceless to complain about.


Just so anyone would like to know, I got the job at 3 Monkeys Cafe @ Orchard Towers. I'm a frickin' waitress, working the night shift from 8pm till 5am. As of Monday, I will turn into a night owl/walking zombie.

Drop by if you wish, and I will serve you with as much effort not to spill your drink - or even worse, food - on you.

..then again, maybe you'd like to stay away until the second week.

xx