A few good.. souls

Perhaps the saying, people are truly good at heart, is true. Again, I was demonstrated how wonderful and helpful people can be, if only we have faith in them.

Last weekend, after a tiring but fulfilling weekend, I could only managed back home late. It was almost 11pm when I reached my housing area. Since I am staying in an apartment, and it is my turn this month to park my car outside, I prayed hard that there would be an empty parking slot along the road, somewhere not too far from the guard house.

Unfortunately, by the time I arrived the guard house, I came across none, and the nearest was empty place was almost to another housing area's guard house, which was about 300 m away, walking in faintly-lit road.

I went in, telling the guard I wanted to drop off my things. He told me not to be long. Putting my things in the living room, I casually mentioned to my friend that the 'parking was full'. Then, she gave a very good suggestion.

'Why don't you ask the guard if you can park inside, just for tonight, albeit illegally? After all, you leave very early in the morning,' she suggested. I thought about it, and decided to follow her advice. Downstairs I went again, this time walking straight to the guard post.

The guard was there. As usual, he was sitting there watching the cctv, apart from doing other things. I braved myself and asked him if I could just let my car remain near the foyer of my block for the night, as the parking outside along the road was just too filled up. He said no, I could only park there for an hour.

Not giving up, I quickly asked him if there were other spots where I might park illegally, just for the night. He thought for a while and then, told me, there was and asked me to go my car and wait for him. I saw him taking his motorcycle keys as I was walking back to my block. Thank you! Thank you! I screamed in my heart!

I had to wait for him for a couple of minutes at my car before he arrived. He then gestured me to bring my car and follow him. I did. He indicated the spot where I could parked my car for the night. Right opposite the swimming pool! Quickly I went in. I learnt that the owner of the bay didn't have a car but didn't want to rent out the spot. I thanked him profusely before he left.

Indeed, this episode just showed me that there are still good people around. I still could not stop feeling grateful to him, and my friend, and myself. One for the leniency, one for the suggestion, and one more for the courage. Thank you so much, all. Else, I would have dreaded waking up the next morning, for I hate walking to the car in the dark too far. Paranoid!

R.I.P. Shattered bits of One-third!

Why, is it difficult to just state what was the question that required a confirmation from me?

You were one of my closest friend before, yet, what had transpired just now was totally not reflecting that at all. It gave me the chance to question what we had built before was genuine or not? I'm just surprise that of all persons, you will be the one to let a guy get in between us.

May you rest in peace then. I treasure still, what you have given me, what we had built. I had hope that this is one of those relationship and friendship which will last through thick and thin, left and right, up and down, over and under, weather all storms, tornadoes, spiteful hearts..everything in short! I guess, I am just too naive in heart.

May you rest in peace, gal! The last bits of one-third bond has finally shattered!

Cut-S

It was one of those days where I found it just difficult to bring myself out of bed. My mind just took so long to wake up, but I knew that I had to. Lazily, I got up.

As usual, I went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I had planned to prepare sardine sandwiches for myself. I took out the 2 pieces of sardine fish given by my mother from the fridge and poured them into a bowl. I then placed the bowl into the steamer, heating the sardines.

Quickly, I made my coffee, took out some bread, preparedd the half boiled egg and then went to brush my teeth. After that, I headed back to the kitchen to check on my sardines. Satisfied they were warm enough, I turned off the head and opened the steamer lid. I mashed up the sardines and spread some on the slices of bread. Just nice, I had thought, when the final bits of the sardines were spread on the last piece of the bread.

I touched the tip of the bowl, lightly. It was not that hot any longer. Using my right hand, I took the bowl and tried to bring it to the sink, which was jsut like, say, 30cm away.

It must had been hotter than I thought because bfore I could reach the sink, it accidentally slipped from my hand and landed on the counter before the sink. I looked at the bowl. It had broken into 2 parts, nicely. I was shocked! Picking it up, wanting to throw it away, I noticed drops of blood in the sink. Lots and lots of them. Then I saw. My thumb was bleeding!

I turned on the tap and put my hand under the running water. Blood kept oozing out from the cut. Yet, I thought, so much for just one cut. I looked around and then noticed, oh my, another deeper cut at my middle finger!

And then the pain started...