on thursday, my vehicle's tyre punctured at STmarine tuas. i was shocked, but fortunately, helpful people there came over to help. i am touched. this is the first time i feel how helpful some people can get. you can never get such treatment in camp. it was late, so i decided to go back camp first and come back tomorrow to fix the tyres. waited 3+ hours for the god damn land rover to fetch me back to camp. totally pissed. very long since i last feel like going home sooo badly. reached home at about 10 and just fainted on my bed after a nice bath.
on friday, went back to tuas to retrieve my vehicle. received lots of help from the foremen and the workers there. never thought i will ever worked with bangla workers. my first time. actually we chinese are so bad as to ostracize them. they are just some pitiful souls who gives you their maximum help you wanna get. i swear to god i will never be such a racist again. yes, they do stink but i was not any better that day. realised for the first time how help from others can actually aid you so much when u r in trouble.
on friday night, i went zouk. crowded. many pretty girls. but crowded. very squeezy especially after 12am. no mood to dance. no mood to hit any girls. yawning the whole night. only thought of going home most of the time. $25 wasted.
saturday. spent on teaching. went to buy friends' presents after that. good buy and i hope they do like it. nearly got knocked down by an oncoming taxi while crossing the road. luckily my reaction was fast and escaped death. i will never cross the road before looking at both sides again. i have learned my lesson.
