I bumped into somebody interesting the other day. I was like walking along Orchard road, then I saw this familiar face. It was embarrassing for me because I couldn't remember her name. Then I realized that I never even knew her name before. So we kinda stopped there along the way, and I was like stammering, trying to recall something I actually didn't know, and she asked me, "You know who I am or not?" And I could only say, "Yeah, you're my niece, but I can't remember your name." Anyway she had to leave already so that was that. But it felt soooo weird. I mean she's in Sec Sch now, looks like a typical teenager, and I'm her uncle...I mean I still look pretty young (ok ok, I think I still look pretty young...hey wait a minute...I am still young!), so if her friends ask her who's that she bumps into and I think it must be quite weird for her to say I'm her uncle. Surreal man...

Got a small piece of thanksgiving here...on Sunday, my VCD player died on me. Couldn't read the discs I put into it. I was absolutely sure the chip or the lens is spoilt, because the FM tuner still works fine. I was quite frustrated because recently my electrical stuff keeps getting spoilt. First was my CD writer, then my PS1, and now the VCD player. So I ended up using my computer to watch movies...but anyway, yesterday my girlfriend asked me what I'm gonna do about the VCD player. So I told her that I'll pray over it. I'm sure God can do something about it. I actually forgot about my prayer until just now, when I felt led to (I think God nudged me in the ribs) test it. And behold! It was a miracle! It works again! Bwahahahaha. Told my mum about it but she was highly skeptical and made up a dozen other plausible reasons. But I know God did it. God is a mechanic!

*Hallelujah~ (Church choir sings in background)

I received a rude shock early in the morning today. There was this call asking for 'Mr Low' (or Loh...depending) and I thought it was for me. Then the lady on the phone said that she was from SGH and she wants to talk to me about my HIV test. She said that the results aren't back yet but she wants to talk to me about it first. Now I've just recently gone for a health checkup somewhere else so for a while I was taken aback. Then I explained to her that I did go for a checkup but it sure wasn't at SGH. Then she verified the number she had called. She mispressed one number. Sheesh. Not the kind of news you wanna hear in the morning.

I think Cow Cat really misses me. For the past few days he's been ambushing me on my way home. Sometimes I sneak by him when I need to get home faster but recently he's like keeping a lookout for me...so when I try to sneak by he gives this pathetic sounding meow and comes to me. He keeps rubbing his head against my leg or foot (I think it's a sign of affection...either that or he trying to dispose of his dropping fur...?). Sigh. Too bad I can't bring him home. I think he probably misses me because he was hidden away for a couple of weeks during the cat culling scare. Hopefully the AVA has ceased its agenda. Meow.

I was taking a shower later and there was this horrible commotion from downstairs. It's like 3 am in the morning (yeah that's how late I shower), and there's this man's voice yelling away. I can't make out what he was saying but for a while I was toying with the idea of shouting at him to shut up or to throw a water bomb down. But anyway I was in the bathroom so I couldn't really see what was going on. When I came out, then I saw this Indian man walking around the playground in his briefs. Which was pretty weird, of course. I thought that he was robbed or something, then I realized that he was one of the drifters near my house, usually begging for money. And he was actually moving around the slides and tunnels and stuff of the playground. Yeah in his briefs. I was wondering if I should call the police since I can't tell if he was robbed, having fun exposing himself and/or roaming around homeless. But thinking that I dunno what the police may do to him, I figured that for tonight, I'll just mind my own business.