Orangeous Dailies

My uncle went to India for a business trip. His colleague had come to the airport to pick him up. Upon meeting up, he put his laptop bag on the floor so that he could shake his colleague’s hand. They exchanged a few words and when he bent down to pick up his bag, he realized that it was gone.

Same thing happened to my cousin who went over to London to study. She put her shopping bag on the floor, bent down to tie her shoelaces. And the whole shopping bag was gone the moment she got up.

Pang called me on Tuesday, asked me if I would be at home on Wednesday night, probably have dinner or something. Pang only told me he wanted to have dinner with me, nothing else. He only had five hours out of camp and he had to be back by 11pm. I told him no, because I would be in school for major project evaluation.

After my consultation ended at around 8:30 p.m., I received a call from home. Dad told me that Pang was at my place and asked if I could bring him out for dinner, he hasn’t eaten yet. So Jessie drove me home. The moment I opened the door, I saw Pang sitting on the couch, having a conversation with my Dad. Dad kept mumbling something like “you shouldn’t have…”.

Then I saw a really huge bag of Chinese New Year goodies…

Picture taken after it was unpacked

This didn’t happen only this year, but last year, and last last year as well..

When I brought Pang out for dinner, it was then I realized that he had headed down to Boon Lay immediately after he was released from camp, bought two full bags of Chinese New Year goodies, took the train all the way down to my place at Outram just to deliver them to my place. His initial plan was to take the train back to camp afterwards.

I was seriously amazed at the sincerity of his intentions. I felt bad that I had turned him down a day before… and he turned up with THIS?! After we had dinner, Jessie dropped him off at his Jurong camp.

Anyways, Pang, if you’re reading this. I just want to say a big thank you to you. It has been a good eight years now man..