Sunday, August 28, 2005
Something of a minor miracle just took place a couple days ago.
It’s got to do with the chronicles of Lynnette’s ever missing Houdini of a wallet.
So I’m nicely trundling along the Arts canteen with Ann trying to get my lunch when I realize that hey, my wallet isn’t with me. After poking around my bag a bit I decide that since I haven’t yet had the sense of utter dread that usually hits when I know for sure I’ve properly lost something, the mostly likely explanation was that I had left it in my room since
1) I hadn’t seen it since the night before
2) I was sure I had brought it back, and
3) I had left in a huge hurry seeing as I was late
and so I borrowed 5 bucks and conveniently left it.
More wandering around in search of food…we end up standing in line at the Chinese rice stall. It gets to my turn and just when I dig out Ann’s 5 bucks and start to pay I see my matric card staring at me from behind the glass counter. I was like, utter shock and disbelief and before I could react to the spectacle the guy at the counter asks me if I know the person in the card. I was like, speechless and just about managed to pull the card off the counter. (The Chinese stall uncle didn’t believe it was me. I blame the extremely rebonded hair)
Uncle says: This one your friend meh?
Me: This one is me, actually After which Uncle gives a huge frown of disbelief and the reaches into a hidden drawer and pulls out a very familiar looking white wallet.
this morning you got come here issit why you anyhow leave your wallet you know I ask all the people if they got know you or not then luckily I found you if not then you very suay must go make new ic blah blah blah Spoken in a mishmash of singlish Chinese and English, quote unquote Uncle, whom I profusely thank and offer to buy a drink for (it was refused with a blush. so cute). And so I trundle off again, brimming with gratitude and wonder. Ann pokes me and tells me that I’m too luck for my own good. Hell, she,s right and I’m not complaining.
So wonderfully coincidental. It’s a little thing, yes, but it does feel as if some goodly benevolent beings keep watch over the everyday goings on in our little universe. Like guardian angels. Or something. It’s a nice thing to believe in, in any case.
To top it off I came home checked my mail and found 2 emails from random strangers telling me to pick up my matric card from the stall just in case I didn’t get to find out myself. Thank you
Charles Chew Chong Yau and
Ong Ting Yi for the effort I totally appreciate it. Really.
And its so nice to find concrete and firsthand evidence for believing in the inherent goodness of mankind.
I’m dramatizing a little, but I’m happy and that’s good enough reason.
Ps to self: To think that just a day before this I had announced proudly to my EnglishLit tutorial class that I had lost my wallet 15 times in 2 years and gotten in back the first 14, all the while feeling smug and pleased with myself for not having lost it again since. ha. Don’t tempt fate. She enjoys making you squirm. * * * * * *
Its about you and that’s all that matters
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