Weekends

You know how people tend to look forward to the weekends, especially the long ones? A common answer is opportunity to sleep in, rest & recover for the week ahead. & somehow if you don’t, the weekends seem wasted?
What if weekends are seen in another light? That they provide a glimpse of a life where you don’t need to worry about earning money, and you can make a conscious choice in how you want to spend your time. All 48 hours of it. It is a gift of personal freedom. How have you decided to spend this gift?

3 people who really made my day. Thank you :)

There were at least 3 people who truly made my day today. You know those precious little moments that you would like to linger on for just that bit longer

1 ~

a colleague-turned-friend who came by unexpectedly to share a little inside joke. Her one-liner was enough to elicit a bout of hearty laughter, as it triggered memories of how we waited 1hr for the public bus the day before, and how we went on our unexpected adventure (aka. detour) to make our way home.

2 ~

this lovely lady from Port Dickson, who helped tend to my unruly tresses today. I truly enjoyed my conversation with her, which ranged from living alone overseas, to family, to potential safety hazards in Australia. Again a conversation that elicited a lot of laughter

3 ~

and OK, this one, really takes the cake. As I was getting up from my seat to alight at the next bus stop, there was this really loud sound of something dropping right where I’m seated. Except I was pretty sure I didn’t drop anything, and was really puzzled. The ladies behind me pointed out that I must have dropped something for they heard the really loud sound too. And so did the uncle behind.

What happened next was truly unexpected. The bus driver asked what we were looking for, and immediately re-assured that he would stop at the next bus bay, and make sure that we search for what was dropped before moving on.

After a quick look around, I was pretty sure I didn’t drop anything. Said my thank yous & goodbyes, and alighted.

What happened next was also unexpected too. The bus driver left his seat, motioned for me to wait, and did a thorough search himself! All he found was a seed, which he picked up anyways and asked if it was mine. He also asked the other passengers if they dropped anything to cause the sound. It was only when he was satisfied that there was nothing really on the floor that he said goodbye, and went off to start the bus.