reflections of a disabled, happy soul

its been a nearly a month since i self-crashed into the road divider.

i'm campaigning for a more courteous singaporean campaign
been taking the public transport nowadays. and yes i'm pleased with the service and stuff, but, the commuters can show me tt they do care for a fellow singaporean who has a broken hand.

damn, they just stared at my metallised limb, and go ga-ga over it.
kids point it out to their mummy,
adults scrutinise my hand like its done a great wrong to them.

hear, hear, of a disgruntled disabled.

nah, ahm just fooling around.
*guffaws

public transport is good in a way tt you get to talk more with your frens.
while i was taking a bike, yeah, i did missed out on the fun and laughter tt was happening on the bus
and taking the bus all the way to woodlands did really help.
got to know lyah better, and i am grateful for the accident
*bah!

maybe meeting her later.
and her mom.
gosh

did i say her mom?

she's accompanying ibu for a medical checkup at Gleanagles.
and ibu's dropping her off at tampines to meet me maybe.

or i'm going along with them.

i shudder at the thought.
but in a good way.

ibu has a knack of asking questions.

a barrage of questions rather.
from my experience.

since i've talked to her on the Msn before.

well, i am going out with her lil 'princess'

so meeting up with the Empress later

tts the iterinary for today

weekend's coming
enjoy ::