Well,my bus came at 6.55am,and I realised I was LATE!I was too involved in that poor uncle that I didn’t realise the timing! But I don’t blame him.Its just my luck!

My bus journey takes 20-30minutes to school.
And my friend Nadia still hadn’t arrived.
Normally I would wait for her before boarding the bus together.

Something slipped my mind.
She was taking the car to school today! [22 August 2008]
As soon as the 962 arrived,I quickly boarded the bus and prayed and prayed that I won’t be late .

Lucky thing Jenny was in the same bus as me.As soon as I reached school,I told Jenny to hold the file for me and she was like okay.

In return,jenny told me to hold her earpiece for me.Then I looked at my watch,it was already 7.25am! 5 more minutes and I will be booked.

Furthermore I’m a Councillor! Imagine a councillor booking a councillor,for being late.How shameful is that?[Very-very!]

Determined with that kind of thinking.I ran as fast as I could,while holding Jenny’s earpiece.And she was catching me up from behind.

For the first time,I felt like I was in the Olympics! Haha kidding.I arrived school on time,and wasn’t booked.We gasped for air like we never did before.

You may think I am kiasu,but the fact is,I’ve never been late for school since I was Primary1-Secondary1 at all.I wanted to maintain this clean record because my type of person,I’m very-very particular about punctuality.

I don’t know why,but maybe its in my blood,as my dad too,is damn particular about punctuality.

Well,I think God helped me as I had helped a helpless person at the interchange earlier on.Praises to God,Alhamdulilah.

Cheers,

♥yuyun♥

So today,I went out of my house to take the bus to the Woodlands Regional Interchange as usual.
Surprisingly,as soon as I reached the interchange at the 962,911,912 area.I take the 962 bus.

There was this malay uncle sleeping on the bench that I would usually seat on,while waiting for the bus.
He is surrounded with bags of plastics and cardboards,and I guess he is homeless.

This uncle was like mentally disabled i think,as his eyes were like narrowed to the center.

Then he suddenly woke up and mumbled something,and I heard some giggles from two students who were obviously making a fool out of this uncle and snapping some shots from this particular school,I shan’t mention which.

I gave them a stern look,as I find it kinda rude of them,and they stopped giggling immediately.
This uncle then walked into a “mamma shop”[grocery shop],and took a malay BeritaHarian newspaper and was like swinging the papers around .

Luckily,the owner of the shop was kind enough and didn’t scold him,but instead told him to cool down,and gave him a currypuff and a barley bottle drink plus the newspaper for FREE.

I was kinda relieved as at least he had something to eat for breakfast.Then what about lunch?
I took out my purse and realised that I had a full $10 note.So I decided to get myself a drink from the shop and received some small changes.

Something moved my heart.I watched with my own eyes how fast that uncle ate his currypuff and drank his drink.With much courage,I approached the uncle slowly and gave him a $2 note.The uncle grabbed it and kissed the note and immediately kept it in his purse that’s full with zips.

Well,that’s what I could afford for a student.If I were rich,I would definitely donate more.Well,its sincerity that matters doesn’t it? And im left with $6+.

I wouldn’t mind if I don’t have money to eat during recess,as I could still eat at home,cooked by my mum.A warm filling dish.But what about this poor uncle?That currypuff might only be his only meal for the day.So yeah.

Catch my part 2 of this story! (sounds like a movie)(actually not!)