8.30.2009
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Friday I went home by MRT .There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the MRT . I was so glad I took a seat . Unfortunate there came an old man. The men engaged the attention of me. I gave up my seat to him. I thought he was a artist, because the oldster no much have long beard. His white hair was in sharp contrast to his dark skin. I noticed his eyes, beacuse they were falling in. His furrowed face looked so old. He was wearing ragged clothing and baboosh. He looked so tired maybe he walked for long time. By and by, he closed his eyes and nap. I thought of my grandfather, he also liked to sit on the chair and nap.
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Hyacinth, I like your inner voice. You are sensitive and you observe well. Your only problem is the language; some words you used are not approapriate.
ReplyDeleteHere is a more comprehensive one: In Brackets are things I myself don't understand.
Friday I went home by MRT. There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the MRT. I was so glad I found a seat. Soon, an old man walked into the train; he caught my attention. I gave up my seat to him.
I thought he might have been an artist, because the (oldster no much have long beard.) His white hair was in sharp contrast to his dark skin. I noticed his eyes, because they were deep set. His wrinkled face looked so old. He was wearing ragged clothing and (baboosh.) He looked so tired; maybe he must have walked for long time.
By and by, he closed his eyes and napped. I thought of my grandfather, he also liked to sit on the chair and nap.