Okay, I admit that I have been a BIT strong against some moments and people I have bounced into here in Singapore. Something happen last night that made me QUITE impress with the people here...
I almost always leave the house with some sort of saga or drama. I had to zipped out to do groceries as our fridge was near famine level. I walked out with Mathena screaming for me for unsure reasons. To cut the story short, I visited NTUC, managed to fully checked out my groceries, paid for them and repacked them into my mountain full trolley, all the while with the check-out lady teaching me how to boil "lotus bulb and pork" soup. The guy behind me with one bottle of milk was quite restless.
As I later pushed my trolley to the taxi stand, I was amazed that there's noone lining up (lines are VERY common here) and I was the FIRST! I struggled to push my trolley to a decent distance from the curb in preparation to load all the stuff into the boot of the oncoming taxi. The taxi arrived, popped up the boot and I grab a couple of bags to load. Within a few seconds as I turned my back, I heard yells and screams and even "clapping"?!?
I turned around stunned to find my trolley sideways on the floor, justs slimmers away from scratching the taxi will ALL my groceries, rolling and sprawling everywhere. I froze there for a whole 5 secs (felt like 5 hours) while young men (school kids) and a couple of lovely ladies, came over to help me with all the bags. I had including the taxi guy, up to 4 people helping me. I was sooo thankful and kept repeating myself, "thank you, thank you, thank you!!!". My apples rolled under the taxi, some went to retrieve them (one got away!), my eggs were cracked, someone gingerly handed themto me, Alex's supper was squashed, someone picked it up. One lady even walked me to the taxi with a "you take care, okay?" note. I was so glad with all the EXTRA help yet I was SUPER embarrassed.
I now strongly believe that life does not just happen. It's crashes. At least for me! And I have a series of such stories to report. Meanwhile, it allowed me to see Singaporeans in a softer, lovable and gentler side. I am grateful and I will clock this up as a "point"!
After about 6 years in Singapore. We have packed up our memories and entered a not so booming yet exciting new country. Until we get our driver's license, we will not be New Yorkers but alas, this place can grow on you. All 5 of us, an unlikely yet loving couple, a 6th grader encyclopedia, a 4th grader who knows it all and a dare devil toddler. This is our life, our journal, our journey.
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