After I finished eating at the world-famous Coffee Express 2000 (again) today, I picked up my plate and headed to the tray return point. Usually, I’d sit around sipping kopi slow and long enough that cleaning uncles and aunties have already circled the premises a dozen times and picked up my plate and bowl and cutlery on one of the rounds (to go with a mumbled 谢谢from me). Not this time – thanks to infernal summer, I was in a hurry to flee.
Today, on the way, I ran into the cleaning lady – tiny, stooped, grey-haired, shuffling – pushing the seemingly gigantic trolley. She saw me, plate in hand, and reached out to take it from me. But not before smiling at me, smiling.. she smiled at me!
I’ve never seen her smile before.
She’s always been grim of face and seemed so weary you can almost feel her exhaustion, and I’ve always regarded her as part of the.. foodcourt, just there, abit heart pain whenever I see her but nothing I can do.
I smiled back and then, for some reason, was awash in shame.
What is it with that particular proclivity towards birds? After Penguin-gate, we have (It Looks Like A) Rooster-gate.
I’ve seen that drawing before. In fact, I spent some time looking at Vincent Leow’s notebooks and scrapbooks full of writings and drawings and what not – which I thought showed him to be a True Artist. I mean, I have a collection of seven, eight notepads and sketchpads but these, reflecting my wannabe artistic output, are 99.7% blank.
And my first thought coming across this artwork of a nude human on (it seems to be) a rooster was: Ooooooh! Cheeky! I get it! The guy has a big cock! Ha! Ha! Heh! Ho!
If anyone’s values are shaken by my less-than-pure-minded interpretation of the drawing, let me know please. I’ll be thrilled to know I am finally a legit social media influencer.