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[Oct. 20th, 2011;11:45 pm] |
Amidst the recent furore about the bare threads of moral fabric left within society, I encountered a few random acts of kindness which really touched me:
1. BOTH my car's tyres punctured along Bukit Timah Road after sending Tricia home. Made a few rounds attempting to find a place to stop and came to this condo. The security guard saw that my tyres were punctured and let me in, allowing me to park in a resident's designated lot. She lent me her handphone to make a few local and overseas calls (to my mum), and refused to accept any payment in kind (although I did buy all the guards drinks later). Tricia rushed down from her home, and Jun Da cabbed from school after class to make for a rather merry gathering outside the guardhouse. When the tow-truck came about an hour later, night was falling rather rapidly so a guard took a heavy-duty torchlight and patiently stood behind the mechanic whilst he changed my one of my tyres.
2. Jun Da and I were in town, and I was driving around a certain area looking desperately for parking which was unsurprisingly futile given the parlous cars milling around (evening of a weekend). A valet gestured at me and led me to this designated valet parking area where there was ONE lot left. Was damn damn relieved, but I probably cost him a tip.
3. A bit random, and doesn't involve people risking their jobs for me, but I was at Takashimaya's food fair with my mum when the guy slicing rock candy slipped me a few pieces :D Okay I'm just biased because I love candy.
I'll never forget any of this.
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[Oct. 17th, 2011;09:46 pm] |
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I have a wonderful friend in Tricia, and quite possibly the best boyfriend ever in Jun Da; <3 you guys so much. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2011;12:36 pm] |
Yesterday:
Drove from Kim Tian to Changi to pick Jun Da up.
Drove from Changi to Siglap to eat Yong Tau Fu.
Drove from Siglap to school to study.
Drove from school to Mandai to pick my brother up, only to be told he had already left camp.
Drove from Mandai to Ang Mo Kio to pick my brother up.
Drove from Ang Mo Kio to Bedok to pick my cousins up for dinner.
Drove from Bedok to Changi Airport for dinner.
Drove from Changi Airport to Bedok to send them home.
Drove from Bedok to school.
Drove from school to Tras Street.
Tras Street to Kim Tian again (because Jun Da drove). |
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[Sep. 30th, 2011;11:42 am] |
runawaytrain.tumblr.com
The rain is deceptively light. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2011;11:47 pm] |
A panacean flood of memories just solves everything, doesn't it? All the heartache, all the vagaries of human nature dissolved in a static shot. I daren't accost tenuity with the bull-headed determination that you possess. Maybe you're seeing something that I don't.
Also, I'm peeved that I missed the Borders sale :( |
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[Sep. 18th, 2011;12:07 am] |
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There's nothing much to update everyone about...except how contented I am right now. And that it's 30 minutes past my bedtime. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2011;06:13 pm] |
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Went back to PS Cafe on 31 August 2011. The last time Jun Da took me there in January 2010, we were two entirely different people. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2011;11:56 pm] |
Today, I was desperate enough to squint past thousands of Chinese road names on Google Map just to find my old home in Shanghai. It felt more like home than Singapore has ever done, probably because we were always there as a family. It just feels empty here. I miss the acrid smoke, the explosion of firecrackers at 1am, squinting at the sky and wondering if it's really going to rain or is it just the haze wafting from the industrial area, sprinting to KFC in my t-shirt and hoodie at 0 degrees, sitting at Starbucks slurping up coffee jelly with my mum, eating at random Chinese food-stalls, going out with Luna jiejie, writing Chinese essays for her, falling asleep on the couch and being sat on by my dad. Watching random shows on CCTV1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, going to Xinhua Shu Ju and buying tons of unbelievably cheap paperbacks, accosted by the requisite loquacious taxi-drivers,being slipped free apples by the fruit vendor, and requesting for certain shows from my very reliable DVD auntie.
Now I'm just back to looking at things I don't believe in, and welling with frustration at how I've managed to forget my photobucket password again and deprive myself the joy of posting a picture of our perennially grumpy guardcat, Ginger Kor.
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[Aug. 10th, 2011;11:25 am] |
Today, I saw an Akita being whipped by the scrawniest stray cat half its size. It then barked twice in an attempt to salve its wounded pride and trotted off with its bemused owner leaving bunch of ah peks (and me) laughing in its wake.
Everytime I get near Mao Mao the excitment gets to my head and I forget to take a picture sigh. She lets me inch closer every day :) And Jun Da is contemplating putting food in his car so that we can feed her when he sends me home yayy ^^. I've heard that if a cat doesn't feel a human's touch by a certain age it'll never let a human touch it though.
Anyway, say hello to White Sox. She's a tsunami of fat.
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