Bonding time with the housemates:
Appu, 9 taught me the reason behind the street names in the suburb. He has this charm to him (maybe it’s the accent and the lisp) that will make you want to sit and just listen to him.
Sent an email to the wrong colleague.
How embarrassing. Way to go!
Dad walked me to work. Literally to the door step.
I felt like a 7 year old going to my first day of school.
Like the last three “new beginnings” I have had in my life, this one is scary, exciting, nerve wrecking, full of hope all at the same time. It is overwhelming to say the least.
Singapore to Sydney. I did not think too much about this move. I imagined this would be like moving to Melbourne, a familiar place. But I was wrong. This is unfamiliar and unexpected. Of course what is an adventure if not for the amazing, good, bad and ugly.
I know hanging with angela, jeeva, xinxin and marina will be amazing.
I know WAS syd will be amazing.
I also know change can be sometimes be ‘bad’ and when ill-prepared and unexpected, it becomes ugly.
For the next however long, I shall attempt to record just one thing a day here. Whatever stands out for that day.
Feels so peaceful to watch.
:’) so beautiful somehow
I received a call from the Society of St Vincent De Paul. They asked if the uncle had any family or children (No, he doesn’t), and if he can walk (Yes) and take care of himself (Yes).
Uncle Lok fits the requirements perfectly for a candidate who can apply for a home at Queen Street. There, they…
There’s a tissue paper uncle at the hawker centre nearby who I regularly buy tissue from. He used to sell them in bunches of four with a rubber band tied around them, and he used to write four numbers on each bunch - if you were interested in getting lucky with them. At the time I thought…