tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16016257.post8444134446438268845..comments2010-08-18T18:30:26.880+08:00Desmondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09671501870157898683noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16016257.post-90964712211300976352010-08-18T22:50:17.733+08:002010-08-18T22:50:17.733+08:00He is after all part of your history. Well done for writing about him.Monyet Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16729429758270472563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16016257.post-85289831314368409242010-08-18T20:20:20.690+08:002010-08-18T20:20:20.690+08:00Errr...the same man u met a few years back? Geee...kesian i see him. At our area, we have an ice-cream guy too. But he is riding a motorbike and turn on the Paddle Pop music. Sometimes, I bought Ice cream fro him for my son.Willie a.k.a Reptozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17803517684213311992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16016257.post-1557536435557108912010-08-18T18:30:26.880+08:002010-08-18T18:30:26.880+08:00I used to buy wafer cone ice cream from the ice cream until one day my friend told me a story.<br /><br />He said, &quot;Those ice cream seller on motorbikes, if they need to take a leek where would they go? They would stop by the roadside and shake the bushes. And how do they pee? Obviously, they had to use their hands. And where do they wash their hands afterwards? You got my message?&quot;<br /><br />Ever since he told me this story, I never bought wafer cone or bun ice cream by the road side anymore. But once in a while, I still stop these roadside seller for its popsicle (aiskrim kayu), or ais krim potong or packed cone ice cream. That&#39;s as far as it should go to help them earn a living.headsteadihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02503377604923143889noreply@blogger.com