Telephone

Sometimes an unexpected things can give a person vitality.

I got the call from a customer and she wanted to know if the certain item was available in the store.

I wrote down the skew number on the paper slip that the voice of a customer said it to me in a clam and orderly way.

Holding the little paper slip on my right hand, I proceeded to go through the skew number after number on the price tags, to see if any of the numbers would match.

Nothing's matched.

I came back to the register with my short and quick steps.

I picked up the phone.

"Ma'am. The suit is not available in our store."

...

I heard the silence.

"Ma'am?"

Suddenly, I feel the red beam was illuminating my ear and side of my face.

I looked down the desk.

The phone was nicely sitting on the desk.

What I holding was.. the scanner.

Kids

Three girls and a boy came up to the register with their mom, as if baby ducks following their mom.

They all carried the bags that are bigger than their body size.

They were so adorable.

Suddenly.. I was being all wrapped up in my childish nostalgia.

Seeing those kids, like young, fresh green leaves, I became feeling optimistic.

My smallest linear eyes were turned into the seemingly generous eyes.

I became too much captivated when their mother told me that one of the kids is going to be 6th grade in elementary school, the last year of the elementary memory.

That girl had to bring the other bag, because the one that she brought doesn't have a price tag on it.

The bags were exactly same design, but somehow the one that she had it in first time seemed better to me.

I peeled off the return label sticker with my plain nail from the bag I already scanned.

Then I put the sticker to the bag that she originally chose.

It was to save me from her potential disappointment.

As they leave me, I waved a hand, like drawing a colorful rainbow.

"I hope you make good memories!!"

I have no idea where this idea came from, but I shouted it anyway.

They glanced back for few seconds.. and left.

Cleopatra

"Your hair looks like Cleopatra!,"

I told the customer as I waited for her to sign on the screen of credit card machine.

She slowly raised her eyes from the machine and slightly tilted her head.

"Wait a minute," she said.

Something passed between us, some silent and familiar feeling.

"You told me that once before, right?"

Squish

Be Happy.

Happiness is a choice.

Let's squish all of the complicated thoughts and Be happy!

Two simple words.

and.. let's live with passion..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! +_+

Mall, like a village

There's no distinctive walls between different departments to distinguish the difference of the areas.

But somehow, people can recognize the difference of the areas, probably because the placement of different merchandises.

Delayna, who works at kitchen merchandise, was standing with her hands grapple with each other behind her slim waist, as if she was keeping her eyes on that section.

Seeing the view made me imagining her protecting her own house.

I got to think that every sale associates were like that.

Like.. living in a townhouse village, where the houses are closely spaced.

I also was able to replace the role model of mail deliverer with workers, who occasionally stops by and takes all of the censors that were collected after being taken off from the dresses and suits, in my imagination.

There are two people for this.

One is working for week and the other is for the weekend.

The latter version of person's name is Bill.

But somehow when he approached me, my lips were so pronouncing and, eventually saying as 'Jim' instead of Bill.

His black and gray checked suit squeezed into his black pants was completely illusioning me that his name was Jim.

And the week version person.. Oh goodness..

I even didn't ask his name.

haha.. I just realized.. lol

But I always greet and talk about things going on with the day, mall, weather, or whatnot.

He's a giant.

His coming is always outstanding.

Not only of his stature, but also of his beard.

The color that is neither quite white nor yellow.

A beard covering round of his face, including his philtrum.

That beard first made me wondering about any distractions that may occur when he eats.

He answered me, no problem as long as he got the napkins.

Realization

In previous night, my mom came home from work and sat down on the sofa as usual.

Her eyes were staring into the television, but I could tell that she was thinking completely different things from what she was watching.

It seemed like a lot of thoughts were going on in her mind.

She sat down on the sofa, wearing blue apron and putting her feet onto living room table.

She started to take off her socks with no energy.

I was sitting right next to her and turning to her side with my stretched out mouth.

Viewing her nonelastic skin with flabby wrinkles surrounding her chin was hurtful that usually meant nothing to me.

What has wiped her smile away..

Chicken Parm and Chocolate Wonton

I play out like a cook once in a while.

And today was a perfect timing.

Today, I ate chicken Parmesan three meals in a row.

And still..

I deserve more..

I like chicken parm so much that I even made up my id for one of the sites I joined in as 'parmesan'.

Before I even put my breaded chicken on the paper plate, I make a red tomato bed.

And then an excessive amount of white mozzarella sprinkles was landed all over the breaded chicken.

Soft and moist inside and crust on the outside with exquisite combination of tomato and the cheese.

Suddenly, I became regretting and blaming myself that I hadn't cook this one for awhile.

Chocolate wonton recipe was one that I saw from the food network show called, 'Giada at home' few days ago.

As I watched that, I said to my self and to the show host on TV, without even blinking my eyes.

"I can make that, too."

Making a chocolate wonton was like doing a play house when I was in kindergarten.

I filled the wonton wrap with hazelnut chocolate.

And fold it into a triangular shape.

It was like folding a colored paper.

And then, I glued the edge of wonton with an egg white.

I tried to imitate the way Giada did in her show as much as possible, even the postures.

I completely felt like I was in art class or something.

Can't wait for tomorrow to come.

So that I can make more.

And eat more!