I am not sure about you but i had an encounter this morning at the airport that I will not forget easily.

It was early in the morning around past 6 when I arrived at the Singapore Changi airport. I was supposed to be on my way for a 2 week business trip. After checked in, I went inside the terminal 3 which has a large shopping area. I love to shop and would want to buy something for my suppliers just to express appreciation. Nothing big, just the Singapore famous Bak Guah (BBQ pork).

Finally I felt a little urge, its time to go to the toilet. I went to the toilet close to gate 9 where I supposed to board the plane to Guangzhou. You see, every time I travel, I bring along with me a waist pouch with my passport, wallet etc inside it. I find this very convenient. However, I hardly and I think this is the first time I went to the toilet in the airport for ‘big business” (you know what that means). I had to take out my waist pouch, put it on top of the flat area right behind the toilet bowl.

After I did my business, I walked out, took my luggage, washed my hand and went outside Gate 9, sat down to read for a while. It was still early and the gate wasn’t open yet.

Suddenly I had this weird feelings crawling over my body, I had a shocked that I felt I was jumping from my seat. I realised that the waist pouch wasn’t with me! OH MY GOD!

I was really panic, I dropped my book into my bag and push the cart to the toilets with few times my bag dropped from my cart on to the floor. When I dashed into the toilet, I found the man who took over my toilet room was standing there looking at me.

I think he is an Indian. In his white long sleeve and brown pants, I asked him “have you seen my pouch? I left inside the toilet.” And he grinned a little and said, “I am waiting for you to return because there was someone inside there right now. I want to make sure that he didn’t take your pouch away. Now that you are here, I shall move on.”

I didn’t know how to express my gratitude but holding his hand with my both hands just thanking him.

I thank God for running into a kind soul. May God bless him!

Not sure who started the idea about counting down. Frankly I don’t really like it because those malls which organise this activity actually reserved many of their car parking lots.

I just came back from Vivo City.  When I entered the parking entrance, I saw B2 still had 30 empty lots (B2 as in basement level 2). So, thinking that we shouldn’t have a problem to look for a parking lot, I drove in only to find out that there were many cars going around to look for a lot. Many cars parked along sideways which they were not supposed to be there. Why? Because there was this “Reserved” tapes going around blocks of parking lots.

I believe it was for the countdown party organiser and VIPS, I supposed. But I was quite annoyed that as I entered the parking lot, the electronic system already start the time charge on my IVU and admitted my car, yet we were struggling to find a space.

Guess what happened next? Someone was bold enough, probably being frustrated, tore the ‘Reserved’ boundary tape by backing their cars. Suddenly, all cars around that area started to park in their cars with the ‘Reserved’ tape under their wheels.

It was supposed to be a wonderful time. But I think the mall management didn’t consider the human factors, many were quite upset that being admitted into the parking without a lot but seeing all being ‘reserved’ really made their eyes red. I was one of them too.

So when someone finally broke the tape, many like us joined in to park in the empty spaces. I felt disappointed, in the sense that it brought up our own ugly side of it. I couldn’t feel the justification to do it that way but on the other hand, being admitted into the parking without a lot really made me upset too.

Sighed.