It applies to me today.
#1:
It was raining pretty heavily today. I was going back to my ex internship company at Lok Yang. I was wondering why didn't I see the familiar stop that I'd always alight. And I realised I was on the wrong bus until it reached the expressway towards Tuas. Thank god, the bus driver told me to change to the correct bus at the tuas terminal. Not all bus driver know the way, some only know the route they're driving.
#2:
And when I alight and tapped my ez-link. Guess what? My card had a negative amount. It's no big deal really, IF you're not in somewhere so ulu. There were no machines to top up your card, there were no one at the terminal. No one was queuing for bus. No cabs. No ATMs. Nothing, except trees and trucks and lecherous uncles. I'm left with some $10, $5, $2 notes, which was pretty useless there. I needed coins. I only had 90cents. But I knew the bus ride to bring me out would cost more than that. And I needed more coins to bring me home later on. I felt so desperate. It's like you had the money, but they couldn't do anything for you at that point of time.
The bus came, and I was the only passenger. The bus driver smiled at me. Probably because I was the only passenger who (EVER) board the bus at tuas terminal. OR he heard about me boarding the wrong bus from the previous bus driver. I put in all my coins, silently praying that I wouldn't get kicked out. And I thought I heard him saying ok, and he pressed the button to print out the ticket.
#3:
Then, a lady came to sit beside me. She looked at me awhile, while I was glancing around, trying to find my stop. And then, she asked me: "Are you from Myanmar?". THAT is the weirdest qns I've ever received from anyone. I've been mistaken for a malay, peranakan, and now burmese.
I AM A CHINESE! C-H-I-N-E-S-E. And I am proud of my heritage. Stop asking me if I understand chinese. I do. Stop asking me if i'm mixed blood. I'm not. Stop asking me if my ancestors are mixed blood. They're not.
But it's ok, the lady seem quite nice and friendly. So, I asked her if she's got change for $2. But, she doesn't.
It took me 1+hr to reach my destination, when it normally only takes 15min.
And before I leave, I had to ask the new batch of interns in the office for change. That was so very awkward.
So here ends my mini edition of "A series of unfortunate events".
I'll always remember the times we shared. Traveling is our favourite pastime. We love getting lost in unknown alleys. Every architecture looks so beautiful and artistic through her eyes. She is incomparable and irreplaceable. No one can be on par with her. No one.
This is what I see through her. The joy and excitement that she brings are reduced to mere images and memories. And if she is gone, what is left of her is just an empty body without a soul, a cup of coffee without sugar and cream, a car without wheels, a lamp without a bulb, a phone without battery, a toilet cubicle without toilet paper...
And what's left of me is a wallet without any cash, not even a dime.
ok.. this is so dumb..
i think i take better pictures with my modest 6mp consumer cam than a 8mp professional DSLR.
i dropped it on the floor.
i am damn pissed off.
not bcoz it's spoilt.
im pissed off bcoz I spoilt it.
and it's only less than a year old.
9 months to be exact.
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