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Bas­tard dri­ver nearly kill me Ear­lier this evening, I went out to the vil­lage to buy cig­a­rettes and drinks. As I walked back along the pave­ment to the car park, a black Honda dri­ven by a pro­vi­sional license holder car­ry­ing a bunch of idiots shot up the street from behind me at speed, momen­tar­ily lost …

Uncle Eddie Lim Seng Huat passed away this after­noon at a nurs­ing home in Serem­ban. I don’t know exactly how old he was, I think around 55. He was moved there from my grandmother’s house last week, and accord­ing to my cousin, was quite unhappy about it. Accord­ing to another aunt, he had refused food …

My Army buddy Tat Kai (the one who slapped his own balls try­ing to kill a mos­quito) called today to say the on again off again reunion of mates could be on again if he could get hold of Foong and Ho Yeo. Foong had to have din­ner at his in-laws and Ho Yeo wasn’t answer­ing …

At ten pm Fri­day night, E called and asked for tea as per usual. I drove to pick her up and we had a jolly good time at a dif­fer­ent loca­tion this time. We went to the beach at East Coast Park and had beer and chicken wings, cooled by the sea breeze and I …

Sun­day after­noon I had cof­fee with ST, when her mother called and asked to meet her at a shop­ping cen­tre nearby. ST asked me to accom­pany her for a few min­utes. I thought noth­ing of pre­tend­ing to be her boyfriend for a while so her par­ents can think that yes she’s not loaf­ing around tak­ing …

The cat purrs, The spat­ula on a wok clangs, The fan hums, The spoon against a cup clinks, The kite flut­ters, The rain­drop on a win­dow splats, The leaf rus­tles, The neon light on a sign­board buzzes, The thun­der booms, Phones ring, birds sing, chil­dren chat­ter, pud­dles splat­ter, But her smile on my shore gen­tly laps, And there’s …