While rushing my way to work on most mornings, smiling randomly to strangers or being at the receiving end of it is least of my likes. I usually wear a frown on my 5-train-stops journey, brooding about why I couldn’t have turned in earlier the night before, or wake up 30min earlier so that I wouldn’t have to do a mad dash. In that aspect, I do wish I had more of mom’s positive vibes in me. I agree how starting a morning all light-hearted and cheery can make visible differences in one’s day.
Today someone shook my arm a little while I was making my exit out of the train station. I turned to look at a very friendly & familiar face, couldn’t put my finger to who he was – and was utterly tempted to return a weak smile of acknowledgement, and get on with my way. But the more I looked at him, the more I was reluctantly to simply walk away and the more I wanted to pinpoint exactly who he was. Until I realized it was a very good friend whom I hadn’t seen in the longest time, Lionel/Kevin, with a good 5kg put on the once-skinny frame!
We used to hang almost every weekend before he left for Melbourne 5 yrs ago and drifted since. He was darn good company, and a very good friend – always there when you needed: a shoulder to cry on/kaki to sing KTV or makan with/someone to bicker/a friend to club and drink with. He was THE man.
It was great bumping into him this morning. We caught up for a brief 1 – 2 mins exchanging work details (10 min walk from each other) before parting ways.
Strangely though, that little incident made me carry a smile for the remaining walk to work. I ended up starting work on a happier note.