“There’s someone who looks like me in the city.”

“Someone told me, for women, there are six others out there in the world who looks just like you.”

“I have a doppelganger who takes bus 190. People I know are always going up to her and saying hi to her on that bus.”

“In my first three months at JC I met a girl. We got along really well. The first time we met she said I looked very familiar. Later she remembers that she often saw me on bus 171. I never noticed her. Singapore is so small you actually keep seeing the same faces.”

“Once a stranger came up to us on bus 171. I was bitching about this guy who liked me but couldn’t take a hint that I didn’t. Suddenly, this black American guy, in his thick American accent, came up to us and started trying to give me advice about this guy. He was kind of judging and saying we shouldn’t be bitching, but then later joined me and sort of started doing that too. It was strange, he was this big guy with a very thick American accent on bus 171, the one that goes from Upper Bukit Timah to town.”

“I used to take 190, and often saw this old man who took that same bus too. I don’t take that bus anymore, but when I see him around I always feel like I ought to say hello.”

16.07.11

“Last night I met an old lady who was lost. It must have been around 11.30pm. She was lost because of dementia; she couldn’t remember where her house was. If you remember it was raining last night too… This seems so common now. My area, lots of lost old men and women. Tampines. They would never say they’re lost. They don’t know they’re lost.”