Mình mới đưa về dinh về 1 em gấu trúc. Vốn là heo nhưa đựng tiền xu để quyên góp cho dự án Cơm có thịt Singapore. Trông em ấy nửa giống gấu trúc, nửa giống chó. Thích cái vẻ đen trắng phong thuỷ của em ấy.
Tuần sau hứng lên cũng đi vẽ cho dự án này của em Sunnie. Lấy mẫu là Superman. Thực ra mình cũng không phải hoạ sĩ. Chỉ bắt chước theo khuôn mẫu. Giờ là lúc đợi thiên hạ có ai rủ lòng thương adopt con piggy mình làm không.
What a weekend!
After joining a run with Evan at Mac Richie Reservoir, I felt my life refresh and more meaningful.
Have a hard decision to cancel my trip to Tibet. There are so many reasons behind it. The lesson I learnt is I have to be more assertive.
Then at the evening, when I hang around Bugis Junction, I met him. I cannot believed in my eyes. I met Shibaten. I wrote about him in one of my posts.
I met Sonny, a very cheerful Singaporean uncle. He can sing and play guitar. At his age(maybe 50-60), he still love street performing from his heart. That is why he knows Shibaten, a street busker with his Australian wooden instrument.
Shibaten has came to Singapore the first time 7 years ago. Then he still come back and forth very often. Yesterday is the last day he performed in Singapore before flying to Japan.
He has a beautiful wife, a Japanese girl he met on his busker travelling. I guess she accompanied him everywhere he goes. Their love is so beautiful.
I admire him because of his dedication to music. He is very talented. According to him, playing on street force him to learn patience, which can bring his feeling for music to a new level.
I was delightful when having a drink with him. Let’s live our life at its best.
Today, when I sit at Starbuck coffee, an old auntie approach me to sell mint candy and mentos. After a tired working day, I decided to buy for her.
This incident reminds me another story when I ignored an old woman at San Francisco. She helped me to use BART system (similar to MRT in Singapore). Then she asked me for 3$ for a ticket back home. I denied since I don’t have much money either. But after that, I felt guilty. It might be trivial to me but it may made a big difference to such poor people.
…I can still remember that day when I walked from the train station, Caltrain. Even I passed by Hemingway house which I didn’t ever know its existence before. I regretted those moments.
Back to my story, I bought two mentos sticks from her. Surprisingly I realized the mentos are made in Vietnam. A sense of national product? In fact it is cheaper than Singapore when it is made in developing countries. Like when I buy coke from a shop in clementi, ’cause all the products in that store are directly imported from China or Indonesia.
It is how she earned her living day by day. Wish all the happiness come to her at the end of the day!