29-July-2012

I met the person I have not seen since a few months too many.
"It was good seeing you," he said.
"Good seeing ya." he texted.

If he really did mean all that, yes, I had a good surprise on a Sunday morning. J

27-July-2012

for girlfriend who makes the effort. Hong knew I was not in the pinkest state the last few weeks and suggested we take the day off and go shopping before Annie the musical in the evening.

We shopped around, bought nothing, and finally settled at the teahouse for our dessert and tea session. Like in the old times. Just like in the old times...

Except that there is a glaring little difference this time. As she talked about how guilty she felt towards leaving her son at home with the MIL, and fretting over what the MIL thought of her leaving the son at home and going out, I realised how much more effort she is making to be my company today than perhaps a few years ago, when we can meet out and watch the world pass anytime without cares. I am very thankful - thankful because the effort she had to make was very much an indulgence and for me.

25-July-2012

being able to join in the captain's ball session without even ever knowing that there were some email invites being circulated. I was suppose to join M* for badminton session when she was told that her team-mates needed her for captain's ball session due to the shortage of players. It was nice that she made the effort to ask if I could join in the game. And so, I got to play.

That was thoughtful.

During the game, there were times I was so focused on attempting to score the goal, I would not notice if what I place my feet on was stable. On one instance though, I caught a glimpse of E* - who, even though was suppose to make sure I don't score the ball, had one of his hands on the chair to make sure I do not fall.

That was heart-warming.

These are the little things that had me thankful I am here.

20-July-2012

the angels in different guises.

I had a little clash with KC on Tuesday evening before the day ended due to some work issues. When we finally slam down the phone (or I perceived that he had slammed the phone on me), I was feeling really terrible. It was one of those days when all things just seem to not go right, and the gloom just looked like they'd bloom and linger on. And on.



 

The Lucky Drink



When I entered through the office doors on Wednesday morning, I thought I saw KC swing by my cube from a distance. I thought he must be wanting to pursue the issue we left off the day before.

Walking to my desk, I found a bottle of Minute Maid sitting on it. As I wondered who might have left it there, I braced myself to give KC a call on his desk to check if he was looking for me, but was directed straight to voicemail. The next moment, he swung by to tell me he had won some five cartons of Minute Maid drinks in a contest. He had brought a carton of his prize to the office to share. There were twelve bottles in a carton. As small as the gesture may seem, and that I do not so fancy mango juice, I was gladdened to even be considered in the sharelist. .

At late afternoon, I also received a note from a co-worker in US asking if I had recovered from the flu I suffered from since last week. It was heart-warming to even be remembered. Geez. I must have been so hard up for attention, even that little message unleashed a whole lot of comfort.

This afternoon, we went out to visit J* who has just given birth. Before we went to her house, the team dropped by at a food centre for lunch. Everyone ordered the famed noodle set that came with really nice braised meat. Alas, I made my order before finding out what's good, so I ended up with the uninteresting dumpling noodles while most others ordered that drool-worthy set meal.

When the orders arrived, T* actually broke off a part of the braised meat from his serving and tossed it into my bowl. He said it's nice and I should try. It was a little act - and in his usual manner of nonchalance, a little unexpected. The meat was a mini shrimp-size looking bit. But it spoke of immense generosity. Boy, it made my day that anyone should even bother. The meat tasted good. J

I was glad I was sitting beside someone with a shimmering little halo today. Heh.

01-July-2012

The start of the half year. I didn't realised it, but I am so glad it is a Sunday and I get to replenish strength to brace up for the days unknown ahead.

There is a hope that burns within my heart
That gives me strength for every passing day
A glimpse of glory now revealed, yet drives all doubt away
I stand in Christ with sins forgiven
And Christ in me, the hope of heaven
My highest calling and my deepest joy
To make His will my home

There is a hope that lifts my weary head
A consoliation strong against despair
That when the world has plunged me in its deepest pit
I find the Saviour there!
Through present suffering, future's fears
He whispers 'Courage' in my ear.
For I am safe in everlasting arms
And they will lead me home

There is a hope that stands the test of time
That lifts my eyes beyond the beckoning grave
To see the matchless beauty of a day divine
When I behold His face
When sufferings cease and sorrows die
And every longing satisfied
Then joy unspeakable will flood my soul
For I am truly home.