Stopping to smell the roses

BE and I met in 2007 through Facebook (I poked him because he's cute and I thought we shared the same surname). From the start, I liked his gung ho-ness, his sincerity and above all, how he always picked up the tab is always such a thoughtful friend.

And here's another display of his thoughtfulness, after a profound conversation we had. Whilst I am not the sole muse for his post, I am meandering through life a little (albeit quite contentedly so). This attitude isn't exactly appreciated by some Malaysian friends and family; I'm certainly relieved that my sabbatical is far away from the naysayers.

When I worked in KL, I'd faced a lot of criticism because I did things differently (ie. efficiently) from everyone else. And you know what? Those same people are slogging until 8pm-midnight everyday, shopping, partying and boozing away.

A party-pooper and teetotaller, I believe that life holds much more than all that certainty. I appreciate the randomness each day brings and like myself much better for it too. Whilst my mother despairs over my indecision, I'm relieved that I'm in a position to be indecisive.

So here's to Godsent friends who write you blog posts, post you stuff to cheer you up, buy you plants, pray for you, help you fix flat tyres, help you move house and overall, are there when you need them.