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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

OMG

I can't believe it.

Thoughts of jumping down the MRT tracks crossed my mind yesterday while I was waiting for the train to arrive while on my way to school.

But, no, I ain't committing suicide, mind you.

MY FREAKING PAPER A.K.A EXAM NOTE FLEW ONTO THE TRACKS WHEN THAT STRONG GUST OF WIND BLEW IT AWAY FROM MY HANDS- AND I WAS ABOUT TO STUDY IT FOR MY TEST!

Furthermore, everything happened in a flash. One minute this piece of paper was in my hand, and gone in another.
I did not even have the chance to grasp the paper fully before it was blown. It was a STRONG wind.

Needless to say, there were many witnesses who had seen it happening. I refused to turn my face to the back and acted as though nothing happened.

Then, a malay guy came up to me, and asked "What paper is that? Important or not?"
Sheepishly, I replied that its supposed to be for my test (notes), and isn't that really important.
He added that I couldn't go down the tracks to retrieve it. T_T

Apparently, I entered into a state of shock because I had almost forgot that we weren't supposed to go down the tracks. I was just standing there, and thinking if there was any way that I could retrieve it.

(Actually, I wanted to give chase to the paper before it dropped onto the tracks, but I was afraid that I would cross the yellow line (which I definitely would if I did), and fall onto the tracks or something.)
I couldn't possibly alert the MRT staff to stop the train and everything, just to help me retrieve a piece of paper.\

But if that's a $50 note, I definitely would rush down to have it stopped.

I always believe that good things will come after bad luck, or vice versa. And indeed, I had an unbelievably coincidental fun day yesterday.
To cut the long story short, I had been meeting a few unexpected friends once I stepped my foot into Jurong Point.
At that point of time, I was only chilling out with my friends, Shida and C.T.

C.T was telling me "What if we meet XX here ah? He always come JP here to meet his groupmembers right?"

Of course, I thought it was impossible as Jurong Point is such a large place now, and we couldn't possibly see each other at the SAME PLACE w/ SAME TIMING.

Eerily, we saw HIM standing at a distance from us while we were sitting down at LJS. (Long John Silver)

C.T: "Eh, is that XX ?" *pointing to a guy*

The first thing that came to my mind was.... "YOU MUST HAVE SEEN THE WRONG PERSON! HAHA!"

But I was proven wrong when he started to wave and walked towards us. =_= Speaking of the devil, indeed. And this weren't even planned.

And its not the end!
While I walked past a shop where Li Hui worked at, she told me that Pitrra and Yu Xuan were shopping in the same area, too!
*faint*
Immediately, I messaged Pitrra and she called me. We were so delighted because we have each other to accompany when we go back home since we are taking the same bus. =D

But... its not the end still!
While waiting for our bus at the interchange, some feminine voice called out my name. I turned around, and found myself facing a pretty lady.

"Ni shi shui?!" (Translation: Who are you?!) I asked, as I observed her face. She did not look familiar to me!
Smiling, she said, "Ziana".

AAH! My primary cum secondary school friend whom I had lost contact with since like... AGES AGO! I was embarrassed because she's a malay and I still asked her "ni shi shui?!". But hey,she looks chinese! Hehe.

I was amazed when she told me that she is married... and has 1 child! Gosh!
We chatted for quite somewhile, and I felt a bit strange about all the coincidental things that happened within a day.

But nevertheless... I'm glad :) BUT NOT GLAD about that piece of paper that flew down the MRT tracks. Don't remind me! Sheesh.

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