i know chinese new year is coming when the door and windows are held open, and mom is blasting malay and english oldies while cleaning happens.
i had a small sad moment that i’ll never create something like this of my own, because i’m not going to have my own family.
so i have to remember to cherish this memory.
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i went out for a viewing.
walked past a girl just as she flicked the rain off her umbrella. i laughed to say i’m not mad.
stopped at the junction and the cars that sped past flung the rain up from the puddles. face, arm, clothes, bag, legs all wet. took it in stride — nothing that can’t be fixed with a shower.
then during the viewing the power tripped, and when i tried to flip the switch i saw a spark and felt a zap. “i don’t wanna die!” i half-joked with the tenants.
but i was jittery, and i posted the day on my story. friends replied with cheer. thank you for making me laugh again. 
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now i’m home, exhausted while it’s only 9 pm. i’m safe and warm in bed while the cold rainy wind blows in.
i got to choose what i pay attention to.
and today has been bittersweet.
g’night.
