我们可能是多年没见的朋友
我们也许是素未碰面的网友

当我们走在路上擦身而过的时候
我们会不会就停下脚步
指着对方
你是不是就是那个那个什么什么的

还是就匆匆走过
连头也不回了。。。

I was on my way to gym at Great World City yesterday. On the bus, at Royal Hotel, 4 tourists boarded. Then the not-so-old lady sat beside me. She began to ask and we continued to chat for a while...

“这车去乌节路？”she asked.
“乌节路。。。不完全走乌节路，可能你们要在附近的车站下车走过去。”I answered.
“跟司机说了，他会告诉我们哪里下车。”a young man, possibly the not-so-old lady's son said.
“乌节路，是你们最旺的地方，对吗？”
“是。。。是。。。”
“要走多远？”she asked again.
“大概三分钟吧。。。”
“要回去怎么回去？”
“就。。。”
“搭地下铁吧。”the young man interrupted.
“地下铁？我们刚才那个地方是什么地铁站？”
“诺伟娜。”I answered. Supposed to pronounce as 诺维娜 instead.
“诺伟娜。”the not-so-old lady told the young man.
“就。。。三个站而已。”the young man replied as he read the map.
“如果你们要搭巴士，就在这条路走过去对面，在对面的巴士车站搭同样的巴士回去就是了。”I gave some extra information as I showed them the direction with my hands.
“哦。。。谢谢。”
“你们的计程车，要多少钱？”she did a steering wheel movement for me to see.
“上车要两块二吧？”I replied. I knew this answer is wrong as I ponder again.
“哦。。。谢谢。”she nodded anyway.

As the bus pass by the Goodwood Park Hotel, the bus captain shouted from his seat：“这里下车了！”
The 4 tourists quickly stood up from their seat, getting ready to alight.

“你来过台北吗？”the not-so-old lady asked me again.
“没有。”I replied with a smile.
“要过来玩哦。。。”
“我会的。”

The story is going to end, so I quickly showed them my hands directions again。“这里下车后，往前走去，到路口就是乌节路了。”
“谢谢，谢谢。。。”they gave me a Japanese bow as they alighted the bus.
I waved good-bye to them.

Across Orchard Road, the traffic jammed badly both for the vehicles and pedestrian on Friday evening.

朋友看到我：“呀！你瘦了很多，脸颊的肉没了，下巴尖了。”

我看看镜子，朋友说得是没错，我是瘦了。一天冲凉后，我全身打量一番，肚腩小了，肩膀宽了，腿部肌肉结实了，跟照片中比较臃肿的身躯，到底是哪一个比较好看？

我把自己的体重维持在62和63公斤之间，但这还不是最理想的，因为以我的身高为标准，BMI说我的体重应该是60公斤。

会不会是近来我爱上运动的关系？三不五时都参加长程跑步。自己吃的三餐以谷麦类居多，快餐也少吃了，吃得较有规律。

还有一个最大的可能是，再也没有人把我当作‘垃圾桶’了。

I changed the new EZ-link card in August.

I was at Marina Square when I came to the DBS ATM machine next to the Golden Village cinema entrance. Since there is no one using it, I could top-up my EZ-link card, why not? I thought. So, the process went...

slot in POSB GO card, place the EZ-link card on top
press pin numbers, press amount to top-up EZ-link card
machine could not print receipt, nevermind, carry on
progressing.... OK
remove POSB GO card, wait for receipt
DUMB.... no receipt lah
put back POSB GO card in wallet, bye bye.

Walked away and headed to City Hall MRT station. Wanted to take the train to Somerset. Tap! no response. Tap again! still no response. Open my wallet. OH MY GOSH!

Hurried back to Marina Square ATM machine. IT'S GONE already lah... STUPID!!!

The wind direction has changed, shifted from south to north after a heavy downpour. Wind blows from the kitchen windows is usually warm and sticky. Now that the wind direction has changed, it has become dry and colder when it blows from the front hall.

That reminds me the year is ending soon.

I passed by Orchard Road to see the Christmas decoration is 99% completed. I wonder when would be the night to light-up.  Come November, I am going to drag myself at work for another month.

It's just coincident that I would be writing my blog on Sunday again.

Gone for a trial run this morning, by taking a taxi which cost me $20 to Pasir Ris at 5am. It'll be 2 weeks from now, I am doing 15km during RealRun. I clocked 1 hr 40 min 18 sec with my stopwatch, hope to do it better on actual day.

Clearing the room to make space for a potential tenant who may be moving in. Stuffed every other things into my own room, seems difficult but yet simple.

Have been doing things alone again. No one to confide in even when I feel want to. That's my life, just do Nike. Like I said before, I do not belong to any circle.

Now that I am the sole owner to this BIG 3 rooms flat, I always keep the front door open, to keep a lookout for someone who might knock on my door.

But usually, not many people walking pass the door, not even salesman, only the newspaper uncle who would collect the monthly subscription from me.

I installed a door chime just in case I couldn't hear someone calling me at the door, for I know I am unable to hear them even if they have shouted my name. But the door chime has been quiet all the time.

Whenever I am surfing the internet in my favourite utility room, I would keep looking out at the front door once in few minutes. It has become a habit after so many months.

Even if I become an exhibitionist at home, would anybody care?

I went to someone's house this afternoon to wish him selamat hari raya. I agreed to go because he told me there's a buffet. It was a free lunch, but I bought a gift for him in return anyway.

His semi-detached house at Siglap was beautifully decorated. He has invited friends from his working place there too. Most of them were strangers to me. It was not really a problem to me because I would like to know new friends too. But, I took a step back when they started to talk.

"ABC CBA ABCDEFG HIJKLMNOP QRS TUV WXYZ ZYXWVUT SRQPON MLKJIH GFEDCBA ABC CBA."

Finished. I couldn't understand a word. The British or American slang proved to be too difficult for me. That explains why I read the subtitles on TV whenever I watch an Ang-Mo movie. They chewed the English words so fast that I couldn't simply catch what they were talking. In the end, I just smiled and kept quiet.

Think if Hamilton clinched the title in the F1 race later, I will have to wait for the News bulletin, read the subtitles, before I can understand what he has said.....

I didn't know that there is such a thing call late night supper until I see for myself.

Usually I would turn to my bed once the clock struck 12. The hawker centres are dark and quiet by then.

But at Bukit Merah View, it is otherwise. Business begin to flourish only at that time.

Yong Tau Hoo, Teochew Porridge, Duck Rice, Fishball noodles, as you can name them, selling like hot cakes during wee hours.

And furthurmore, in the housing estate, do you know that?

Well, it is not fair for me to say just the bad things about my friends.

I met this friend just yesterday. We knew each other since the days at ITE Bukit Merah. He hasn't go NS, but I have already completed NS then. I was surprised to know that he has already got married though. He horned at me inside his big lorry. We chat about the old days and present. He behaved in such a mature manner, like a man more than a teenager. Maybe life has changed  very much since he has settled down.

I did not ask about his family because I am not so kay-poh enough as to probe into my friends privacy. That's why we did not exchange phone numbers and company address and so forth. I knew his relative runs a chicken rice stall, that's why once in a while he will appear at the stall too. I patronise this chicken rice stall most of the time too. So it is not that difficult to meet this friend again.

I hope when we meet again, we can move on to other topics by then.

I met him on the train. I knew he was my classmate in Secondary school, we shared a lot of happy times during the NCC days. But he has forgotten about me, maybe life has changed much, we lost touch since we parted from the school days. He couldn't recognise me when our eyes met.

I met him in the book store. I knew he was my classmate in Primary school. I called out his name. He was shocked. He could not remember me even when I tried to give him all the details. He was studying in NUS then, when I was serving NS.