376: Stop & think.
Wednesday, April 21 @ 19:00
Today I'm in an extra good mood,
so I come here and update this dying fellow.
It's amazing&good to know that some people actually come to this place like, loyally.
Tyvm! & I promise, when this following equation applies on any day:
Total Time > Needed Time (for serious work),
I'll definitely write here and you'll get to read k :D
I had been sleeping on buses these few months, almost daily.
Whenever I wait for a bus at the bus stop, I am always thinking:
1) Will I get an empty bus?
2) Will I get a seat?
3) Will there be strong air-con?
Most importantly,
4) Will I get to sleep?
Today I was very energetic when I boarded the bus back home,
& esp. when it was a crowded bus,
I didnt (cant) sleep, so I did what I always like to do on buses in the past,
I observeeee every single person around me.
Of course, I'm not a sicko.
There will always be something special you observe every day, and today I saw one.
The bus was crowded.
Many people boarded somemore.
An old lady came.
A Singaporean ADULT v.s. A Phillipino/Indonesian/Vietnamese MAID.
It's another story of LI RANG JING SHEN RIGHT.
I know you must be thinking, aiya, not special oneee.
But don't Singaporeans feel ashamed when the maid actually gave the seat to the old woman.
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I was checking through my email when I got home,
and my granny was in the kitchen.
She came shouting across the living room,
"Do you want a glass of milk?" in Hokkien.
She did not know English, but she know a little bit of Chinese and A LOT of Hokkien.
So I shouted back,
"Ok, thank you!" in pure English ._.
Maybe the "thank you" I twisted the accent to fit the Hokkien accent I dunno.
I know English, I know Chinese and I know a little of Hokkien.
My granny could pick up Chinese to communicate with me,
and yet I could not get used to replying in simple Hokkien words.
Are our people forgetting our roots, forcing things which belongs to tradition out of our mind?