Warf. I have never imagined that this day would actually happen...and happen to me. I was on my way home from my AEP lessons (with all that dumb, bulky stuff) and my journey was as follows:
1. Bus from school to Little India Station (NEL)
2. MRT from Little India to Sengkang Station
3. LRT from Sengkang Station to home.
So as I was boarding the train in Little India Station, the train was packed (with indians lah wad else)...er...sry for the racism :) I'm not trying to be racist, really. Because as I ran from door to door (all of them were filled right full), I couldn't find any space for me to stand, taking into consideration the bulky things I had.
Then. Alas. Finally. A spot.
That was good. =)
So I ran right into that door, only to be surprised to see an Indian lady with her husband at the doorstep. As I tried to halt (so as not to collide into them), the doors started to close. Could not break in time...then I tripped - towards the door, as it was closing.
Then I felt a firm grip. Guess whose? Not the husband's, but that Indian lady's. I looked up at her, as the doors slammed shut in just mere centimetres from my face. Of course lah, I thanked her...but her response? She just frowned and said "Wad did I do-ooo? (in that indian accent) Thanking me-ee?"
Dun know wad to say; so I just nodded. But she still had that cusory look - and she was staring right into my face. I tried to smile, and finally she did. (Woof...took her that long?)
Nevertheless, I'd really want to thank her for that strong pull which might have saved me from the untimely clutches of __________. (You fill it in yourself; death? decapitation? nvm...) You know, maybe I should change my title to "a lady saved my life"...but since Zuo Min wants in catchy, so hu cares that much anyways.
But seriously man, if it weren't for her, I would be dead crap by now. You would probably see me lying in the hospital's ICU (not Ms Lam's term for ppl lyk me who are very weak in compos...and are still housed in the ICU...) and with tubes stuck all over my body...wrists, nostrils...
No matter how small a deed that was to that lady, it has within itself, a profound connotation level to me. And right now, a question struck me: Should I bring fewer things for my AEP lessons in my future, because not everyone has the same kind heart as that lady?
