New home

Two years on from the time we applied for Australian PR. There's been no news from them so instead of heading there, we headed off to Chua Chu Kang. It's a quieter place except for the occasional rumbling of the mrt trains. I love the different noises n smells. Back in Teban it was intolerable Malay live band almost every weekend at the multi-purpose hall and the mindless banging and clanging of the installed percussions at the playground. I still cannot understand the rationale behind this particular fixture. Every other fitness equipment and recreation fixtures have been vandalised anyway, including the newly installed step-up fixture. Perhaps the authorities wanted to provide the children with an outlet to knock and bang away on things other than public property that cannot take such onslaught. Well, I leave the puzzle to the residents of Teban. May they attain the peace of mind that comes from reason as well as the sensations that make up living in their neighbourhood. Otherwise, I pray their tolerance levels stay high. My sympathies to the latter.
As for me, it's the occasional evening trumpeter practising familiar tunes, dogs barking at night and the mrt sounds which are more acceptable as they lend a feeling of drive and purpose in our new existence. The smells are pleasanter too, that of detergent n freshly laundered clothes. It's the lack of conveniences I was so used to in Teban that I have to get used to now. With my trusty bike, I think I can. I'm feeling the firming of my thigh muscles already, so the inconveniences are actually 1 more good. I'm pressured to be a good neighbour too as the ones i meet are friendlier as they smile and greet you. I can't forget the ugly muslims I face back in Teban. One lady stood out because she kept pretending I'm invisible or at least she tried by frowning so hard her young pretty face looked older than my own old and ugly one. Maybe she is just mental, so being handicapped, is excused. Why can't i forget her? Well, for one, it's because I try to rationalise her actions so much. One time, her kindy son threw up in the lift on my corner despite me trying to run into the furthest n safest spot there. All she did was frown harder and inched her son and herself away from the vomit and hurried out as if I offended her or something. I still believe it's really about me and how I should improve on my social graces and LEARN from others. Teban, teban.. I should actually miss the place. There's really so much more to learn and I've lots to thank Teban for. I practically grew up there and what I am is very much a result of that environment too.