The best things in life are.
My feet felt different as they kissed the clutch and the gas pedals. I haven’t been using the car to work of late, and I think it’s going to miss me for more days. At first, it was merely a personal protest against the parking fee hike implemented at the parking area. But I’m gradually falling in love with the public commute and might be doing this for a longer time. Being out there with the people, walking with them, working out their stories, is, indeed, a precious experience.
When I got home last Saturday, I was still thinking about Singapore and my trip there last year. It was a restless Saturday of DIY projects. That night, I decided to finally finish what I’ve been putting off for the past months.
So I took one of my diaries from my closet, picked up a few art materials from the box under the bed, and reminisced about past travels and happy walks.
I can’t believe how incredibly easy and fun the project was. I wanted to take out more things to laminate. I even thought about laminating my ATM card!---buuut then I figured I could save the pouches for future, more interesting, and less insane projects.
They were more than souvenirs. I guess no other dress from Vivo City or a Merlion figurine could be as personal and as thoughtful.
Done with the day, to my good night’s sleep I went, making count of more unworldly pleasures that make me smile---like the magic of free parking.