Yesterday, I walked back home from Chinatown. It took me about one hour plus and I got home looking like a cooked lobster. It was fun as I haven't had a long walk or exercise for quite some time. On the way, I saw clear blue skies and felt the burning sun on my skin. I pretended to be a tourist and looked at the plaque outside the Armenian Church together with some other real tourists. Then I walked on and saw this old man who was cycling with a kid on his bike. His slipper fell off his foot while he was cycling across the junction I was crossing. I decided to help but before I got to him, he already had got his slipper. Then he was half-laughing and muttering, "Aiyah, dropped my slipper." I smiled and walked on.

Do you experience this sometimes? You see someone in need of a little help then you take a few seconds to process the situation. By the time you decide to offer help, the person already has either solved the problem or rejects your help with a frown. You are left there looking like a misplaced jigsaw puzzle piece. In your heart you're feeling a wee bit awkward over really nothing much. Then what you do is to smile and walk on.

As I walked on, I saw this Indian man from the corner of my eye who looked like he wanted to say something to me. I thought he looked suspiciously like a salesperson (there are just too many of them these days) but I decided to just look at him and he only wanted to ask for directions. Chey!